"Warp and woof." . to your God, 12 WARP AND WOOF. your country and yourself. I am dying slowly butsurely. My friends are gone and I can not stay. Dontdrink, Robert, and be a good boy, friend of my betterdays. Good-bye, forever, Estella V. P. S.—Oh, Robert, some vandal stole all the souvenirsI possessed of darling little Estella. If you live toget home, and should ever discover the thief, recover thebox, if possible, and bury it by my side. Dont hurt orprosecute him, but leave him alone with memory. Once more, oood-bye, E. V. Now, boys, if I live to get home, the first thing thatI will do on re
"Warp and woof." . to your God, 12 WARP AND WOOF. your country and yourself. I am dying slowly butsurely. My friends are gone and I can not stay. Dontdrink, Robert, and be a good boy, friend of my betterdays. Good-bye, forever, Estella V. P. S.—Oh, Robert, some vandal stole all the souvenirsI possessed of darling little Estella. If you live toget home, and should ever discover the thief, recover thebox, if possible, and bury it by my side. Dont hurt orprosecute him, but leave him alone with memory. Once more, oood-bye, E. V. Now, boys, if I live to get home, the first thing thatI will do on reaching Detroit, is to have a funeral of myown. I want it to be in the night, when none but theAll-seeing Eye can witness it. I will bury that box byEstella Vs grave, as requested, and rain as repentanttears upon it, as ever fell from mortal eyes. Amen! Amen! exclaimed the boys in a chorus, aswith tear-bedimmed eyes they grasped the hand of Clar-ence; then laid down beneath the stars to dream ofboots and WARP AND WOOF. 13 WHY HE QUIT. I had been firing for Charley Hillis some three years,and had never seen him take a glass of liquor. I knewnothing of his past life aside from engineering. When-ever we stopped for hash any wThere along the road,the crews would invariably take their accustomed drinks;but Charley always refused, and in such a manner as leftno doubt as to his meaning. I recollect on one occasionwhen he had promptly refused, one dead beat suggestedthat he take a glass of strained water. That chap willremember it as long as he lives for Charley put a headon him, that his mothers own dog wouldnt have knownhim. When we got back on the engine, and his fit oftemper had passed off, he said he was sorry for what hehad done, and feared being discharged. I being hisfireman promised to stay with him, for I loved him asa man for his sterling principles of temperance. Heseated himself with his hand resting on the reverse-lever, his head inclined forward, as if absorbe
Size: 2026px × 1233px
Photo credit: © The Reading Room / Alamy / Afripics
License: Licensed
Model Released: No
Keywords: ., bookcentury1800, bookdecade1880, booksubjecttempera, bookyear1881
