CALEB WINN. 349
" You needn't tell me 'bout law lur it!
A hell, or a God, or not; Ef ther's any sich thing ez jestis.
The villain ought to be shot! Ez I hope fur heaven, I'd do it,
And think I was doin' well ; And, ef God knows a father's feelin's,
Be runnin' small resk uv hell.
" Some folks sez that ther' ain't none !
But what's to be done with sich? Where else can there be jestis
For one like him, that's rich? Ef there ain't none, then there should be,
I guess that there'll be enough, And fur sich fair-seerain' scoundrels
God can't make it too rough !
" Don't set there mutterin' ' law fur it ! '
What chance can there be in law? Can ye show me a case uv jestis
In that way't ever ye saw ? What chance to bring back honor,
Or innocence back again, Or wipe from an honist famerly
The least of an awful stain?
" Why, he goes abroad respected,
While she's ez good ez dead ; And byme bye he'll be back agin
A-holdin' up his head ; But ef I could live to see him here, —
A Jedgment Day, or not, — Ef his grave-stone told the truth uv it,
'Twould say, ' The — villain — was — shot.'
��" Been — a week- -has it — Chaplain?
You — see- -I'm- -goin'- -fast ; I want- -you- -to stay here- -with me;
It's comin'- -discharge — at last. I hope- -that- -Christ- -will- -remember
When — He- -makes up the books, The- -blood — I shed- -in battle.
He- -knows- -how your own blood looks.
" Is- -it night- -now- -or evenin' ? "
11 No, comrade the sun shines clear." " Then- -that- -roll-call- -is- -comin',
P'r'aps--you--can here it- -here. u Dress by the colors ! " He wanders.
'* Could- -I have- -a flag- -for a pall? It seems- -I can — see- -one- -floating
From- -a flagstaff- -grand and tall.
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