Wlliam Gilmore Simms
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Short Stories | U of South Carolina P | 1974
Transcription 476BALD-HEAD BILL BAULDY
dollar for my mar' ! They kept me busy cooking from morning to
night, and sometimes, when we waur in camp for rest, pretty much
all night. Some on 'em would want something to eat all hours of
the night! Then I hed to carry in dinner and breakfast, and supper,
and wait upon table; and all I hed to help me was a poor little mangy
drummer boy, that couldnt beat, and so they gin him to me for a
`scullion' as they called it.
"Twas mighty hard work, I tell you; but then I got plenty of
fine feed myself; and thar waur sartin `parquizites,' as they called
'em, in their leavings on table, sich as hafe bottles of wine, and fine
Spanish cigars, that I tuk to jist as naterale, as a duck takes to water.
Lawd bless you, when they warn't fighting, them fellows lived like
fighting cocks! Thar was hairdly nothing that they hedn't got! Some
of the kurnels carried their crockery with them, and I've hairn tell
of one gineral that carried sartin crockery wessels with him, whar-
ever he marched, sich as no gentleman ever puts on his side board!
Fact, as I'm a living sinner!
"Well, a'ter dinner always, when the off'sers left the table, I'd
begin to pick up, eating as I went. I never missed any of the good
things, and I was death on the liquor when I could git it, and never
let a hafe bottle, or a cigar pass me, right or left, when they left
'em on the table.
"They had a smart chaince of them big long cigars, they call
`Plantation,' a-most a foot long I reckon; jist what them Cuba
planters makes for their own smoking. They're the finest as well as
the biggest cigars that I ever put betwixt my teeth. They waur all
smuggled in, when we waur at St. Augustine, and the off'sers shet
one eye on the smuggling, and the other they sot on the shares.
Twas jist the way to sarve a government that won't pay a man for
his gray mar', killed in the sarvice.
"The Cappin' of the schooner had only to count out his hundred
boxes, and flip ten on 'em to one side, and then ninety to t'other side,
and so we shar'd. Ten in the hundred's mighty good sharing, I tell
you, only for shetting your right peeper, and seeing nothing but
with the left ! And the Cappin got his market mighty quick for all
the rest. Any ten of them boxes, that I hed to stow away in our wagon,
would ha' paid for my gray mar'.