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answered, with the broadest grin,--
O no, Cunnel, da's no work at all, Cunnel; dat only jess enCunnel; dat only jess enough for stretch we.
December 2, 1862.
I believe I have not yet enumerated the probable drawbacle dismayed, and came and said, beseechingly,--Cunnel, Sah, you hab no objection to we playin‘, Sah?hat I felt a mild self-reproach when one said, Cunnel, wish you had let we play a little longer, Saht, as we have yet no sutler.
Their imploring, Cunnel, we can't lib widout it, Sah, goes to my heartf happy, dis New Year's Day, for salute my own Cunnel.
Dis day las' year I was servant to a Cunnel ; but now I hab de privilege for salute my own Cunnel.
That officer, with the utmost sincerity, rause it is so entertaining to hear them.
Now, Cunnel, said a faltering swain the other day, I want ds whether he thought it a good match.
O yes, Cunnel, said he, in all the cordiality of friendship, wretchedness.
We's bery grieved dis evening, Cunnel; ‘pears like we could n't bear it, to lose de
e his mental processes.
Ignorant as he was, the years that bring the philosophic mind had yet been his, and most of my young officers seemed boys beside him. He was a Florida man, and had been chiefly employed in lumbering and piloting on the St. Mary's River, which divides Florida from Georgia.
Down this stream he had escaped in a dug-out, and after thus finding the way, had returned (as had not a few of my men in other cases) to bring away wife and child.
I would n't have leff my child, Cunnel, he said, with an emphasis that sounded the depths of his strong nature.
And up this same river he was always imploring to be allowed to guide an expedition.
Many other men had rival propositions to urge, for they gained self-confidence from drill and guard-duty, and were growing impatient of inaction.
Ought to go to work, Sa,--don't believe in we lyin‘ in camp eatin‘ up de perwisions.
Such were the quaint complaints, which I heard with joy. Looking over my note-books of that period,
bers of the regiment are generally prospering, so far as I can hear.
The increased self-respect of army life fitted them to do the duties of civil life.
It is not in nature that the jealousy of race should die out in this generation, but I trust they will not see the fulfilment of Corporal Simon Crum's prediction.
Simon was one of the shrewdest old fellows in the regiment, and he said to me once, as he was jogging out of Beaufort behind me, on the Shell Road, I'se goin‘ to leave de Souf, Cunnel, when de war is over.
I'se made up my mind dat dese yer Secesh will neber be cibilized in my time.
The only member of the regiment whom I have seen since leaving it is a young man, Cyrus Wiggins, who was brought off from the main-land in a dug-out, in broad day, before the very eyes of the rebel pickets, by Captain James, S. Rogers, of my regiment.
It was one of the most daring acts I ever saw, and as it happened under my own observation I was glad when the Captain took home with him th