"I fetched some coffee over, and a bag o' salt, with Corporal Fogg's compliments."
They deposited their muskets in a corner, and balanced their boots on the fender. Nothing was said for a time.
"Did you lose yer poultry?" said the tall man, at length.
"All," said Miss Priscilla.
"Fellers loves poultry!" said the man, smacking his lips.
"Did you lose yer sheep?" said the same man, after a little silence.
"The Bucktails cut their throats the first day that they encamped at the mill," said Miss Priscilla.
"Them Bucktails great fellers," said the tall man; "them Bucktails awful on sheep: they loves 'em so!"
He relapsed again for a few minutes, when he continued: "You don't like fellers to bag yer poultry and sheep, do you?"
Miss Priscilla replied that it was both dishonest and cruel. Miss Bell intimated that none but Yankees would do it.