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Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Army Life in a Black Regiment, chapter 2 (search)
up to de white man, berry humble, and say, would he please gib ole man a mouthful for eat? He say he must hab de valeration ob half a dollar. Den I look berry sorry, and turn for go away. Den he say I might gib him dat hatchet I had. Den I say (this in a tragic vein) dat I must hab dat hatchet for defend myself from de dogs! [Immense applause, and one appreciating auditor says, chuckling, Dat was your arms, ole man, which brings down the house again.] Den he say de Yankee pickets was near by, and I must be very keerful. Den I say, Good Lord, Mas'r, am dey? Words cannot express the complete dissimulation with which these accents of terror were uttered,--this being precisely the piece of information he wished to obtain. Then he narrated his devices to get into the house at night and obtain some food,--how a dog flew at him,--how the whole household, black and white, rose in pursuit,--how he scrambled under a hedge and over a high fence, etc.,--a
Thomas Wentworth Higginson, Army Life in a Black Regiment, Chapter 4: up the St. John's. (search)
utting spurs to his steed, and cantering away down some questionable wood-path, or returning with some tale of Rebel haunt discovered, or store of foraging. He would track an enemy like an Indian, or exhort him, when apprehended, like an early Christian. Some of our devout soldiers shook their heads sometimes over the chaplain's little eccentricities. Woffor Mr. Chapman made a preacher for? said one of them, as usual transforming his title into a patronymic. He's de fightingest more Yankee I eber see in all my days. And the criticism was very natural, though they could not deny that, when the hour for Sunday service came, Mr. F. commanded the respect and attention of all. That hour never came, however, on our first Sunday in Jacksonville; we were too busy and the men too scattered; so the chaplain made his accustomed foray beyond the lines instead. Is it not Sunday? slyly asked an unregenerate lieutenant. Nay, quoth his Reverence, waxing fervid; it is the Day of Ju