"Ping-pong Martin wuz in ther outfit thet year. Mebbe yer knows him?"
Bud looked at the small boy inquiringly, much to his embarrassment.
"No, sir, I never heard of him before."
"Well, no matter, but this Ping-pong cuss, he had a personal friend, a
goat, what couldn't no more be shook than a sore thumb, and had follered
Ping off ter ther wars, so to speak.
"Ping run off from home on ther quiet ter join our outfit, leavin' ther
goat to home, locked up in ther barn. Ping thought he hed ther goat
faded, but one day, when we wuz half asleep in our saddles, a feller
over on ther other side come a-runnin' in.
"'What's ther matter?' sez I.
"Thar's a funny animile over here. He shore is ther devil, fer he wears
horns, an' hez a face exactly like thet o' ole man Pillsbury. I ain't
bettin' none it ain't him. But if it is Pillsbury, he better not go
home lookin' like thet 'thout lettin' his wife know first.'
"Ping an' me rode over ter ther other side, an' thar stood a goat,
lookin' so nice an' socierble.
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