Johnny Reb and Billy Yank . ld us was that or nothing, so in we dropped, and cut each one asfunny a figure as the Artful Dodger himself. Ashton, who wassix feet tall and about as fat as a mullen stalk, saw his outfit refuseto come below the knee, leaving his shanks sticking out in a re-markable manner. I was never so dressed in my life before! he exclaimed piteous-ly; and he was believed. My share of this unique contribution was a pair of Yankeepants discarded as worthless by the owner. It was a ludicrous procession which filed into breakfast. Theold lady nearly went into fits, though s
Johnny Reb and Billy Yank . ld us was that or nothing, so in we dropped, and cut each one asfunny a figure as the Artful Dodger himself. Ashton, who wassix feet tall and about as fat as a mullen stalk, saw his outfit refuseto come below the knee, leaving his shanks sticking out in a re-markable manner. I was never so dressed in my life before! he exclaimed piteous-ly; and he was believed. My share of this unique contribution was a pair of Yankeepants discarded as worthless by the owner. It was a ludicrous procession which filed into breakfast. Theold lady nearly went into fits, though she tried to be polite and con-dole with us, yet as she listened to our recital she wiped her eyesrepeatedly. Having finished our meal and made our adieus, we started oncur journey, the sorriest-looking collection of humanity that evergreeted human eyes. Ashton stalked in front, an old slouch hatfalling over his face, his jacket reaching only half way down hisback and his pants gathered loosely around his waist by his pistol. WITHIN THE ENEMY S UNES 447 belt and hanging in ruffles around the bare, thin ivnees. The restwere equally grotesque. Lai. was heard complaining of his stylish and novel suit:Because it let the wind in, he said, as if a man could ever besatisfied this side of Eden. It was still raining, and forsaking the road we made our wayin as straight a line as the crow flies, through woods, fields andbriers, meeting no soul on our journey. It was nearly night whenwe halted, and seeing a house, stopped for the night. The owner,an old gentleman bent double with age, informed us that theYankee camps were but a short distance away. On the following evening the party drew up in a woods near byand after a stormy discussion agreed to separate. Taylor onlywished to rejoin his wife, who lived not far distant; the two But-lers wanted to go home and remain there; Ashton and Caynorhad no fixed idea about anything; they did not covet a horse;the only object in life that the soul of
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