Continental Monthly, Vol. II. July, 1862. No. 1. by Various
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shall I do about Moye?'
'Go to Wilmington, and telegraph all creation: wait a day to har, then if you don't har, go home, hire a native overseer, and let Moye go to the d---l. Ef it'll du you any good, I'll go to Wilmington with you, though I did mean to give you secesheners a little h--l here to-morrer.' 'No, Andy, I'll go alone. 'Twouldn't be patriotic to take you away from the barbecue. You'd 'spile' if you couldn't let off some gas soon.' 'I du b'lieve I shud. Howsumdever, thar's nary a thing I wouldn't do for you--you knows thet?' 'Yes, I do, and I wish you'd keep an eye on my Yankee friend here, and see he don't get into trouble with any of the boys--there'll be a hard set 'round, I reckon.' 'Wal, I will,' said Andy, 'but all he's to du is--keep mouth shet.' 'That seems easy enough,' I replied, laughing. A desultory conversation followed for about an hour, when the steam-whistle sounded, and the up-train arrived. The Colonel got on board, and bidding us 'good-night,' went on to Wilmington. Andy then proposed we should look up sleeping accommodations. It was useless to seek quarters at the hotel, but an empty car was on the turn-out, and bribing one of the negroes, we got access to it, and were soon stretched at full length on two of its hard-bottomed seats. * * * * * |
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