Si Klegg: Si and Shorty meet MrRosenbaum, the spy, who relates his adventures . s,the rush of feet, and laughter. Ill go over there and see, said the Deacon, whohad sat down behind the line on a pile of the thingsthey had brought back with them. He picked upthe coffee-pot, the frying-pan, and one of the haver-sacks, and walked in the direction of the house. Ashe turned into the company street and came in sightof the cabin he looked for an instant, and then brokeout: Im blamed if they dont seem to be havin anigger political rally there, with the house as cam-paign headquarters. Where in time co
Si Klegg: Si and Shorty meet MrRosenbaum, the spy, who relates his adventures . s,the rush of feet, and laughter. Ill go over there and see, said the Deacon, whohad sat down behind the line on a pile of the thingsthey had brought back with them. He picked upthe coffee-pot, the frying-pan, and one of the haver-sacks, and walked in the direction of the house. Ashe turned into the company street and came in sightof the cabin he looked for an instant, and then brokeout: Im blamed if they dont seem to be havin anigger political rally there, with the house as cam-paign headquarters. Where in time could they haveall come from? Looks like a crow-roost, with someo the crows drunk. Apparently, all the negro cooks, teamsters, officersservants, and roustabouts from the adjoining camps THE DEACON GOES HOME. 39 had been gathered there, with Groundhog, Pilgarlic,and similar specimens of the white teamsters amongthem and leading them. Seated on a log were three negroes, one sawingon an old fiddle, one picking a banjo, and one play-ing the bones. Two negroes were in the center of. THE NEGROES MERRYMAKING. a ring, dancing, while the others patted were more or less intoxicated. Groundhog andPilgarlic were endeavoring to get up a fight be-tween Abraham Lincoln and another stalwart, stupidnegro, and were plying them with whisky from acanteen and egging them on with words. 40 SI KLEGG. The Deacon strode up to Groundhog and, catchinghim by the arm, demanded sternly: What are you doing, you miserable scoundrel?Stop it at once. Groundhog, who had drunk considerable himself,and was pot-valiant, ^hook him off roughly, saying: Gway from here, you dumbed citizen. Thishaint none o your bizniss. Go back to your hay-mow and leave soldiers alone. The Deacon began divesting himself of his burdento prepare for action, but before he could do so,Shorty rushed in, gave Groundhog a vigorous kick,and he and Si dispersed the rest of the crowd in ahurry with sharp cuffs for all they could
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