"The sergeant was forthcoming at something more than a double-quick; and with a salute, and 'Here, sir,' stood before the General.
"Old Pigey's right hand extended slowly, pointing towards the Detail, who stood with his piece at a rest, wondering what was to come next.
"'Take away that musket, sergeant! and that G—d d—n looking thing alongside of it. What is it, anyhow?' said the General, with a significant emphasis on the word 'thing.'
"And off the sergeant went, followed by the man, who gave a sly look as he left."
"Pretty well played," said one of the crowd; "but what has that to do with a whisky barrel?"
"Hold on, and you will see; I am not through yet.
"About half an hour afterward another man from the same regiment presented himself, and asked permission to cross my beat, saying that he had been detailed on special duty, and was to report to the General in person. This one looked trim enough to pass muster. He presented himself at the door of the tent and saluted; but the General had taken two or three plugs in the interim, and was slightly oblivious. Anxious to see some sport, I suggested that he should call the General.
"'General,' said he, lowly, then louder, all the while saluting, until the General awoke with a start.
"'Who the h—l are you, sir?'