Come up this way.

Cudjo, boy! run over to Colonel Marshall's tent, and steal a couple of stools.

Adge, twist the neck off that bottle.

Where's the screw?
Hang that screw! Where is it anyhow ?" "Never mind the screw, Mage," cried the adjutant; "I've got a patent universal here." So saying, this gentleman held out a champagne bottle in his left hand, and with a down-stroke of his right cut the neck off, as square as if it had been filed.
"Nate!" ejaculated Hennessy, an Irish officer, who sat near the head of the table, and who evidently admired that sort of thing.
"What we call a Kentucky corkscrew," said the adjutant coolly.

"It offers a double advantage.