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"Well, how about that rigmarole he got off down to the grocery store
that morning?" Quincy interrogated.
"Oh, that was all poppycock," said Hiram. "He said that just to get even
with you, when you were telling about your grandfathers and
grandmothers."
Quincy laughed.
"Oh, I see," said he. "Were you ever wounded in battle, Hiram?"
"Well, I was shot onct, but not with a bullet."
"What was it," said Quincy, "a cannon ball?"
"No," said Hiram. "I never was so thunderin' mad in my life. When I go
to regimental reunions the boys just joke the life out of me. You see I
was blowin' my bugle for a charge, and the boys were goin' ahead in
great style, when a shell struck a fence about twenty feet off. The
shell didn't hit me, but a piece of that darned fence came whizzin'
along and struck me where I eat, and I had a dozen stummick aches inside
o' half a minute. I just dropped my bugle and clapped my hands on my
stummick and yelled so loud that the boys told me afterwards that they
were afraid I had busted my bugle."
Quincy laid back in his chair and laughed heartily.


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