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“Um鈥攈uh,” said Shorty, nodding assent.

“Where do you belong?”

“200th Injianny Volunteer Infantry.”

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“I mean, what army do you belong to?”

“Army o’ the Cumberland, down at Chattanoogy.”



I might say that I belong to that army myself. I’m going down that way, too. You 杭州足疗技师输出 see, my Congressman helped me get a contract for furnishing the Army o’ the Cumberland with bridge timber, and I’m going down to Looeyville, and mebbe further, to see about it. We’ve just come from St. Louis, where I’ve bin deliverin’ some timber in rafts.”

“Where are you from?’

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“I have heard o’ the place. Lived there long?”

“Always, you might say. Father took me there as a child during the mine excitement, growed up there, went into business, married, lost my wife, and married again. We’re now on what you might call our bridal tower. 杭州男士全身精油按摩 I had to come down here on business, so I brung my wife along, and worked it off on her as our bridal tower. Purty cute, don’t you think?”

And he reached over and tried to squeeze his wife’s hand, but she repulsed it.

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“I’m goin’ into the smokin’-car for a smoke. Won’t you come along with me, soldier, and have a cigar?”

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As soon as he was well on his way the woman leaned forward and asked Shorty in an earnest tone:

“Did you say that you belonged to the 200th Ind.?”

“Yes’m,” said Shorty very meekly. “To Co. Q.”

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“Very well, mum. Knowed him almost as well as if he was my own brother.”

“What sort of a man was he?”

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