I snored gently, knowing that if Mulvaney were uninterrupted he would
go on. The clamor from the bivouac fires beat up to the stars as the
rival singers of the companies were pitted against each other.
"So I felt that way, an' a bad time ut was. Wanst, bein' a fool, I
went into the married lines, more for the sake av speakin' to our ould
color-sergint Shadd than for any thruck wid wimmen-folk. I was a
corp'ril then--rejuced aftherwards; but a corp'ril then. I've got a
photograft av mesilf to prove ut. 'You'll take a cup av tay wid us?'
sez he. 'I will that,' I sez; 'tho' tay is not my diversion.' ''Twud
be better for you if ut were,' sez ould Mother Shadd. An' she had
ought to know, for Shadd, in the ind av his service, dhrank bung-full
each night.
"Wid that I tuk off my gloves--there was pipe-clay in thim so that they
stud alone--an' pulled up my chair, lookin' round at the china
ornamints an' bits av things in the Shadds' quarters. They were things
that belonged to a woman, an' no camp kit, here to-day an' dishipated
next. 'You're comfortable in this place, sergint,' sez I. ''Tis the
wife that did ut, boy,' sez he, pointin' the stem av his pipe to ould
Mother Shadd, an' she smacked the top av his bald head upon the
compliment. 'That manes you want money,' sez she.
"An' thin--an' thin whin the kittle was to be filled, Dinah came in--my
Dinah--her sleeves rowled up to the elbow, an' her hair in a gowlden
glory over her forehead, the big blue eyes beneath twinklin' like stars
on a frosty night, an' the tread of her two feet lighter than waste
paper from the colonel's basket in ord'ly-room when ut's emptied.
Bein' but a shlip av a girl, she went pink at seein' me, an' I twisted
me mustache an' looked at a picture forninst the wall. Never show a
woman that ye care the snap av a finger for her, an', begad, she'll
come bleatin' to your boot heels."
"I suppose that's why you followed Annie Bragin till everybody in the
married quarters laughed at you," said I, remembering that unhallowed
wooing, and casting off the disguise of drowsiness.
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