given him another hundred, but I didn't tell him so.
I told him I got it at Antietam."

"You d----d rascal," said he, "I had a son killed and robbed there,
maybe it's his money. It looks as if it had been carried a good while."

"I had played smart with it, rubbed it, wet it, and in my breast pocket
on those long marches it was well sweated."

"Suppose it was your son's," said I, "all is fair in war."

"That's so," said the old Rebel. "I have two other sons there; I would
go myself, it I wasn't seventy-eight and upwards."

"Well, looky here," said I, "this isn't talking horse; we'll manage your
sons, and you, too, if you don't dry up on your treason slang. Now, old
covey, four hundred and seventy-five or I'm back to camp without them."

"I turned and got about ten steps, when he called me back and told me to
take them. I got a bully pair of matches, fine blacks, that a Colonel in
the Regiment paid me one hundred and twenty-five for at first sight, and
a fine pacing bay that our Major gave me seventy-five for, and this
one's left."

"Doctor, I'm about tired of trotting around after them other forty.
They're givin' out cracker rations, and I don't want to be cheated out
of mine, and I must go," said the Corporal, turning quickly to the
Doctor.

The latter personage snapped his eyes, and kept his cap bobbing up and
down, by wrinkling his forehead, as he somewhat plaintively asked the
crowd for the funds.

"Good Lord! Doctor, you might as well try to milk a he-goat with a
bramble bush as to get money in camp now," said the Major.

"Corporal," said the Adjutant, a fast friend of the Doctor's, and being
of a musical turn, his partner in many a Dutch duet, as a bright idea
struck him, "you don't want the money now--there are no sutlers about,
suppose the Doctor gives you an order on the Pay-Master."

"Well," said the Corporal, after some little study, and keeping a sharp
look-out on the Adjutant, whose features were fixed, "that's a fact, I
have no use for the money now. If one of you Head-Quarter officers
endorses it, I will. 'Spose it's all straight."

The Adjutant drew the order, and one of the Field-Officers endorsed it,
after the manner of documents forwarded through regular military
channels:

"Approved and respectfully forwarded."

It was handed to the Corporal, and he turned to go, leaving the horse
with the Doctor, and giving the crowd an opportunity for their laugh, so
far suppressed with difficulty.