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Yankee Blank took the money readily, grinned, and said, "Now I'll
chin till mawnin' ef yer wants hit."
"I won't keep you long. You remind me of--of--well, of Captain
Nichol."
"He must 'a' been a cur'ous chap. Folks all say I'm a cur'ous
chap."
"Won't you please tell me all that you can remember about
yourself?"
"'Tain't much. Short hoss soon curried. Allus ben in hospitals.
Had high ole jinks with a wound on my haid. Piece o' shell, they
sez, cut me yere," and he pointed to a scar across his forehead.
"That's what they tole me. Lor'! I couldn't mek much out o' the
gibberish I firs' year, en they sez I talked gibberish too. But I
soon got the hang o' the talk in the hospital. Well, ez I wuz
sayin', I've allus been in hospitals firs' one, then anuther. I
got well, en the sojers call me Yankee Blank en set me waitin' on
sick uns en the wounded. That's what I'm a-doin' now."
"You were in Southern hospitals?"
"I reckon. They called the place Richman."
"Why did you come here?"
"Kaze I wuz bro't yere. They said I was 'changed.


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