Si Klegg: Si and Shorty meet MrRosenbaum, the spy, who relates his adventures . t forward to its assistance, but re-turned when the Irish Lieutenant, who had goneforward to investigate, reported: Faith, its loike the divil shearing a hog—all cryand no wool at all. So it was. Both sides found complete shelter be-hind the giant trunks of the trees, and each firedat insignificant portions of the anatomy allowed tomomentarily protrude beyond the impenetrableboles. After this had gone on for about half an hourthose across the river from Si and Shorty calledout: Say, Yanks, ye cant shoot down a beec
Si Klegg: Si and Shorty meet MrRosenbaum, the spy, who relates his adventures . t forward to its assistance, but re-turned when the Irish Lieutenant, who had goneforward to investigate, reported: Faith, its loike the divil shearing a hog—all cryand no wool at all. So it was. Both sides found complete shelter be-hind the giant trunks of the trees, and each firedat insignificant portions of the anatomy allowed tomomentarily protrude beyond the impenetrableboles. After this had gone on for about half an hourthose across the river from Si and Shorty calledout: Say, Yanks, ye cant shoot down a beech treewith a Springfield musket, nohow ye kin do it. Ifweuns haint killin more o youns than youns isa-killin o weuns, weuns air both wastin a power-ful lot o powder an lead and good shootin. Whatd youns say to Kings excuse for awhile? Were agreed, said Si promptly, stepping from 144 SI KLEGG. behind the tree, and leaving his gun standing againstit. Hits a go, responded the rebels, coming out dis-armed. Weuns wont shoot no more till ordered,an thenll give youns warnin THE OVERTURE FOR TRADE. All right; well give you warning before weshoot, coincided Si. Say, have youns got any Yankee coffee that fRADING WITH THE REBS. 145 youll trade for a good plug o terbacker? inquiredthe man whom Si had regarded as his particularantagonist. Yes, answered Si. Weve got a little. Wellgive you a cupful for a long plug with none cutoff. What kind of a cupful? asked the barteringJohnny. A big, honest cupful. One o this kind, saidSi, showing his. All right. Hits to be strike measure, said therebel. Heres the plug, and he held up a long plugof natural leaf. 0. K., responded Si. Meet me half way. The truce had quickly extended, and the firingsuspended all along the line of Co. Q. The men cameout from behind their trees, and sat down on thebanks in open view of one another. Si filled his cup heaping-full with coffee, climbeddown the bank and waded out into the middle ofthe water. The rebel met
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