[Gutenberg 31771] • Si Klegg, Book 1 / His Transformation from a Raw Recruit to a Veteran

[Gutenberg 31771] • Si Klegg, Book 1 / His Transformation from a Raw Recruit to a Veteran
Authors
McElroy, John
Publisher
Rarebooksclub.com
Tags
indiana -- history -- civil war , united states -- history -- civil war , 1861-1865 -- fiction
ISBN
9781153645928
Date
2010-01-09T00:00:00+00:00
Size
4.71 MB
Lang
en
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Excerpt: ...ears back and his head down. There was a simultaneous rear elevation, with the heels at an upward angle of about 45 degrees. Si went sprawling among the bushes. This performance was greeted with great enthusiasm by the fast increasing crowd of spectators. "I oughter have told you that saddle-mule's the worst bucker in the Army o' the Ohio," said the Quartermaster-Sergeant, who was among the onlookers. "Why, he'd buck off the stripe that runs down his back, if he took it into his measly head. He bucked off a chattel mortgage, and that's the way he come into the army. You can't ride him without using one of Aunt Jemima's sticking plasters." "Much obliged for your information. But I will ride him all the same," said Si, whose temper had risen to the exploding point. "I kin ride him if he ties himself in a double bow-knot." Si was too much of a farmer boy to give in to anything that walked on four legs. He had hung on to the bridle rein, and after addressing a few impressive words to the obstreperous mule he again leaped upon his back. The mule took a docile turn, his motive having apparently been merely to show Si what he could do when he took a notion. The space at command will not permit us to follow Si through all the details of "hitching up" that team. He did finally "git thar, Eli," after much strategic effort. The mules brayed and kicked a good deal, and Si's wrath was fully aroused before he got through. He became convinced that soft words were of no account in such a contest, and he enforced discipline by the judicious use of a big club, together with such appropriate language as he could think of. Si hadn't yet learned to swear with that wonderful and appalling proficiency that was so soon acquired by the army teamsters. In the management of mules profanity was considered an invaluable accessory in times of great emergency. At last Si climbed into the saddle, as proud as a King. Seizing the long, single line running to the "leaders"