He's one of ouah own Kentuckians, an' I won't say
anything ag'in him; not a wo'd, colonel, don't think that, but I've been
pow'ful took with this fellow Grant. I ain't any sojah, myself, but I
like the tales I heah 'bout him. When a fellow hits him he hits back
ha'dah, then the fellow comes back with anothah ha'dah still, an' then
Grant up an' hits him a wallop that you heah a mile, an' so on an' so on."
"You're right, Malachi. I was with him at Donelson and Shiloh and that's
the way he did."
"I reckon it's the right way. Is it true, colonel, that he taps the
ba'el?"
"Taps the barrel? What do you mean, Malachi?"
White put his hands hollowed out like a scoop to his mouth and turned up
his face.
"I see," said Colonel Winchester, "and I'm glad to say no, Malachi.
If he takes anything he takes water just like the rest of us."
"Pow'ful glad to heah it, but it ain't easy to get too much good watah
this yeah. Nevah knowed such a dry season befoah, an' I was fifty-two
yeahs old, three weeks an' one day ago yestuhday."
"Thank you, Malachi, for your warning.
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