whether the soldiers were provided with good and wholesome provisions. He had not proceeded far, when he found a “boy” just serving up a fine dish of kidneys, which looked marvellously like those that the good wife brought to his own table. Halting, the following colloquy ensued:
Have fine potatoes here, I see.“Splendid,” was the reply. “Where do you get them?” “Draw them.” “Does government furnish potatoes for rations?” “Nary tater.” “I thought you said you drew them?” “Did. We just do that thing.” “But how? if they are not included in your rations.” “Easiest thing in the world-wont you take some with us?” said the soldier, as he seated himself opposite the smoking vegetables. “ Thank you. But will you oblige me by telling how you draw your potatoes, as they are not found by the commissary?” “Nothing easier. Draw 'em by the tops mostly! Sometimes by a hoe — if there's one left in the field.” “Hum! ha! Yes; I understand. Well, now, see here! If you wont draw any more of mine, I will bring you a basketful every morning, and draw them myself!” “Bully for you, old fellow!” was the cry, and three cheers and a tiger were given for the farmer. The covenant was duly observed, and no one but the farmer drew potatoes from that field afterward.