"Do that again, Mac," said Uncle Abe.
Mac complied. Uncle Abe was evidently struck with an idea, and Mac was anxious to know what it was like.
"Why, Mac," said Uncle Abe, "I was thinking if we could get all our soldiers to make up that kind of a face, that the rebels couldn't stand it a moment." Mac didn't relish Uncle Abe's joke, as he was hopefully in pursuit of the third wife; but he put the best face he could upon the matter, and remarked to Uncle Abe—
"Perhaps you'd better make me a Brigadier then!"
"And why not?" asked Uncle Abe.
Mac got his commission.
Uncle Abe Puzzled.
Uncle Abe was met one day near Springfield, by a conceited coxcomb, who had built him a house at some distance, and invited him to dinner. Uncle Abe did not much relish the Jackenape's acquaintance. In fact, as Justice Shallow has it, had "written him down an Ass." However, Abe enquired very minutely, where Snooks lived? "Thistle Grove," replied the verdant Snooks; "but there's no grove now, and not a single thistle!"