Zina: the Slave Girl; or, Which the Traitor?: A Drama in Four ActsThompson, A. (Augustin)
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Zina: the Slave Girl; or, Which the Traitor?: A Drama in Four Acts
Thompson, A. (Augustin)
Slavery -- United States -- Drama
HEZEKIAH. Jess you say. It’s your fewneral! (_To Brightly._) Now you
travil, or I’ll let daylight through them rotten ribs er yourn so quick,
you’ll think your struck with all the litenin’ the Lord’s got the use
on. Git! (_Exit Brightly L. Turns at entrance to give H. and S. a look
of contempt._)
SHERMAN. If he escapes my bullet this time, it will be from the
intervention of heaven! (_Enter Orderly, front, and salutes._)
ORDERLY. Gen. Howard orders me to report that Hood has withdrawn behind
the river.
SHERMAN. Our opportunity is lost! There are other spies in the camp!
Tell Howard to move to the bank of the river, and await orders. (_To
Halcom._) Cross a heavy reconnoisance at Herrick’s ford, and report as
soon as possible. (_Halcom salutes and retires R. Sherman L. U. E. Enter
Barney R. U. E. passing along._)
BARNEY. Bad luck to this haythen country. I’m killed from every stone
and stump in it. I don’t like rebellyions! If yer killed with nobody to
get a pension for it, where’s the luck in it? (_Enter Hez. behind,
cautiously._)
HEZEKIAH. (_In a stentorian voice._) Move, and I kill you! (_Barney
motionless._) Drop that gun! (_Drops it._) Hands up! (_Holds up hands._)
Right about! (_As Barney turns, Hez. breaks down in loud laughter._)
BARNEY. Don’t you do that again; I might kill you sometime.
HEZEKIAH. Scartest man I ever looked at!
BARNEY. No sir—
HEZEKIAH. I see the bristles risin’ up the whole length er your back!
BARNEY. No sir. I was playin’ wid yer.
HEZEKIAH. Say, Barney, wasn’t ye scart?
BARNEY. I might be narvous a little.
HEZEKIAH. (_Pulling bottle._) S’pose we have a little nerve powder.
(_Hands bottle to Barney._)
BARNEY. I was always a friend to that! Here’s to George Washington and
Danny O’Connell. The two boys ye can’t make afraid or ashamed of the
country that giv em their first pertaties. (_Drinks, and hands bottle to
Hez._)
HEZEKIAH. Here’s tew Pardunk and the gal that’s waitin’ for me, and a
chain litenin’ diet to the darn sneakin’ skunk of a rebel that would
spit on the bird that’s goin’ to roost with impewnity all over North and
South Ameriky. (_Drinks; Barney looks about cautiously. Set guns against
tree, R. U. E._)
BARNEY. I would like it if there was no corporals.
HEZEKIAH. How much guard-house do ye s’pose you’ve had Barney, since we
left Pardunk?
BARNEY. I should guess fifteen months. And thim blackguards are the
spalpeens that bother me like that.
HEZEKIAH. What did ye come out here for, Barney?
BARNEY. For a pinsion!
HEZEKIAH. Gittin’ rich, wasn’t ye?
BARNEY. To be sure I was. Wasn’t I ingaged to Biddy Maloney? Didn’t she
have a peanut store on the sidewalk and a suit of rooms in Tim
Sullivan’s cellar? Didn’t she fail four times in one summer and pay ten
cints? Ah’r, the smart girl she is! With a gal like that, what is the
need er workin’?
HEZEKIAH. Say, Barney, how would you like to be a Jigadier Brindle?
BARNEY. What, one er them fellers with brass things on ’em?
HEZEKIAH. Yes.
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