When General Buell gets here we'll have nigh onto seventy thousand men, and seventy thousand men can't lift themselves up by their bootstraps an' leave, all in a mornin'." "But we don't have to hurry," said Pennington.

"There's no Southern army west of the Alleghanies that could stand before our seventy thousand men for an hour." "General Buell ain't here yet." "But he's coming." "But he ain't here yet," persisted the sergeant, "an' he can't be here for several days, 'cause the roads are mighty deep in the spring mud.
Don't say any man is here until he is here.

An' I tell you that General Johnston, with whom we've got to deal, is a great man.

I wasn't with him when he made that great march through the blizzards an' across the plains to Salt Lake City to make the Mormons behave, but I've served with them that was.

An' I've never yet found one of them who didn't say General Johnston was a mighty big man.