I'd a-killed my pony an' gone afoot to bring sech a look
into her eyes, as shines thar when she gazes at the Captain where
he's silent an' sol'tary on his hoss.
"'No," I replies, "he's a orphan, I reckons. He's plumb abandoned
that a-way, an' so thar's nobody yere to kiss him, or shake his
hand."
"'This yere pretty Sanders girl--an' I'm pausin' ag'in to state
she's a human sunflower, that a-way--this Sanders beauty, I'm
sayin', looks at this party by himse'f for a moment, an' then the
big tears begins to well in her blue eyes. She blushes like a
sunset, an' walks over to this yere lone gent.
"'Mister Captain," she says, raisin' her face to him like a rose,
"I'm shore sorry you ain't got no sweetheart to say 'good-bye;' an'
bein' you're lonesome, that a-way, I'll kiss you an' say adios
myse'f."
"'Will you, my little lady?" says the lonesome Captain, as he swings
from his saddle to the ground by her side; an' thar's sunshine in
his eyes.
"'I'll think of you every day for that,"he says, when he kisses her,
"an' if I gets back when the war's done, I'll shorely look for you
yere."
"'The little Sanders girl--she is shorely as handsome as a ace full
on kings--blushes a heap vivid at what she's done, an' looks warm
an' tender.
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