2/16 Thur's a mighty grist o' venturin', I heern; beats Injun fightin' all holler, an' yur jest the beaver I'd 'spect to find in that 'ar dam. Why don't you go ?" "So I purposed long since, and wrote on to Washington for a commission; but the government seems to have forgotten me." "Dod rot the government! git a commission for yourself." "How ?" I asked. Once joined, he who failed in being elected an officer was fated to shoulder a firelock. Lincoln set things in a new light. |