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Irvin S. Cobb. Those Times and These
Those Times and These
Table of Contents
CHAPTER I. EX-FIGHTIN' BILLY
CHAPTER II. AND THERE WAS LIGHT
CHAPTER III. MR. FELSBURG GETS EVEN
CHAPTER IV. THE GARB OF MEN
BOYS TO FIGHT WAR SOON
CHAPTER V. THE CURE FOR LONESOMENESS
CHAPTER VI. THE FAMILY TREE
CHAPTER VII. HARK! FROM THE TOMBS
CHAPTER VIII. CINNAMON SEED AND SANDY BOTTOM
CHAPTER IX. A KISS FOR KINDNESS
CHAPTER X. THE START OF A DREAM
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Irvin S. Cobb
Published by Good Press, 2021
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“Right down under the little rise where us fellers sat waitin', stood them four guns that the Liberals bought off of Shelby. Ef brass cannons have feelin's—and I don't know no reason why they shouldn't have—them cannons must have felt like something was radically wrong. The crews were loadin' and firin' and swabbin' and loadin' and firin' ag'in—all jest ez busy ez beavers. But they plum overlooked one triflin' detail which the military experts have always reguarded ez bein' more or less essential to successful artillery operations. They forgot to aim in the general direction at the enemy. They done a plentiful lot of cheerin', them gun crews did, and they burnt up a heap of powder and they raised a powerful racket and hullabaloo, but so fur ez visible results went they mout jest ez well have been bombardin' the clear blue sky of heaven.
“Well, fur quite a spell we stayed up there on the brow of the hill, watchin' that there engagement. Only you couldn't properly call it an engagement—by rights it wasn't nothin' but a long distance flirtation. Now several of our boys had served one time or another with the guns. There was one little feller named Vince Hawley, out of Lyon's Battery, that had been one of the crack gunners of the Western Army. He held in ez long ez he could and then he sings out:
