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Identifier: recollectionsofd00kieff (find matches)
Title: The recollections of a drummer-boy
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Kieffer, Henry Martyn, 1845-1930
Subjects: United States. Army. Pennsylvania Infantry Regiment, 150th (1862-1865) United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Personal narratives United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Regimental histories
Publisher: Boston, Ticknor and Company
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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which, if I lookedin one direction, the sun was going down all right in the west; butif in the opposite direction, he was going down all wrong, entirelywrong, in the east! Whoa dar ! Whoa dar ! Whar you gwine wid dat dar mule omine ? Whoa, Pete ! The mule stopped stock still as we caught sight of the black headand face of a darky boy peering forth from the door of a tobaccohouse that we were passing. Possibly, he was the owner of the wholeplantation now, and the mule Pete might be his only live stock. Where are we going, Pompey ? Why, were going on toRichmond! On ter Richmon! An wid dat dar mule o mine! Clar togoodness, sodgers cant git along widout dat mule. Better git offudat dar mule ! Whip him up, Andy ! shouted L 7.Y THE FKO^^T AT PETERSBURG. 199 Come lip, Buceiibahis ! shouted Andy. And we both hiid on right lustily. But never an inch would thatmiserable mule budge from the position he had taken on hearing thedarkys voice, until all of a sudden, and as if a mine had been sprung
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better git OFFN DAT DAR MULE! under our feet, there was such a striking out of heels and such anuncomfortable elevation in the rear, the angle of which was onlyincreased by increased cudgelling, that, at last, with an enormousspring, Andy and I were sent flying off into the corn. 200 RECOLLECTIONS OF A DRUMMER BOY. Yi I yi I yi ! Didn I say better git offn dat dar mule o mine ?Yi! yi! yi! Laughing as heartily as the darky at our misadventure, we felt thatit would be safer to make for the river afoot. We liad a gloriousplunge in the waters of the James, and returned to the regiment atsunset, greatly refreshed. The next day we crossed the James in steamboats. There werethousands of men in blue all along both shores; some were crossing,some were already over, and others were awaiting their turn. By themiddle of the forenoon we .were all well over, and it has been said thathad we pushed on without delay, the story of the siege of Petersburgwould have read quite differently. But we waited,

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