I heerd an awful funny thing the other day--ha! ha! I don't know whether I kin git it off er not, but, anyhow, I'll tell it to you. Well!--le's see now how the fool-thing goes. Oh, yes!--W'y, there was a feller one time--it was during the army and this feller that I started in to tell you about was in the war and--ha! ha!--there was a big fight a-goin' on, and this feller was in the fight, and it was a big battle and bullets a-flyin' ever' which way, and bomb- shells a-bu'stin', and cannon-balls a-flyin' 'round promiskus; and this feller right in the midst of it, you know, and all excited and het up, and chargin' away; and the fust thing you know along come a cannon-ball and shot his head off--ha! ha! ha! Hold on here a minute!--no, sir; I'm a-gittin' ahead of my story; no, no; it didn't shoot his HEAD off-- I'm gittin' the cart before the horse there--shot his LEG off; that was the way; shot his leg off; and down the poor feller drapped, and, of course, in that condition was perfectly he'pless, you know, but yit with presence o' mind enough to know that he was in a dangerous condition ef somepin' wasn't done fer him right away. So he seen a comrade a-chargin', by that he knowed, and he hollers to him and called him by name--I disremember now what the feller's name was. . . . Well, that's got nothin' to do with the story, anyway; he hollers to him, he did, and says, "Hello, there," he says to him; "here, I want you to come here and give me a lift; I got my leg shot off, and I want you to pack me back to the rear of the battle" --where the doctors always is, you know, during a fight--and he says, "I want you to pack me back there where I can get med-dy-cinal attention er I'm a dead man, fer I got my leg shot off," he says, "and I want you to pack me back there so's the surgeons kin take keer of me." Well-- the feller, as luck would have it, ricko'nized him and run to him and throwed down his own musket, so's he could pick him up; and he stooped down and picked him up and kindo' half-way shouldered him and half-way helt him betwixt his arms like, and then he turned and started back with him--ha! ha! ha! Now, mind, the fight was still a-goin' on--and right at the hot of the fight, and the feller, all excited, you know, like he was, and the soldier that had his leg shot off gittin' kindo' fainty like, and his head kindo' stuck back over the feller's shoulder that was carryin' him. And he hadn't got more'n a couple o' rods with him when another cannon-ball come along and tuk his head off, shore enough!-- and the curioust thing about it was--ha! ha!--that the feller was a-packin' him didn't know that he had been hit ag'in at all, and back he went--still carryin' the deceased back--ha! ha! ha!--to where the doctors could take keer of him--as he thought. Well, his cap'n happened to see him, and he thought it was a ruther cur'ous p'ceedin's--a soldier carryin' a dead body out o' the fight--don't you see? And