It makes a man feel like a damn' kitten in a bag.

Now, I'd like to know what the eternal thunders we was marched into these woods for anyhow, unless it was to give the rebs a regular pot shot at us.

We came in here and got our legs all tangled up in these cussed briers, and then we begin to fight and the rebs had an easy time of it.

Don't tell me it's just luck! I know better.

It's this derned old--" The friend seemed jaded, but he interrupted his comrade with a voice of calm confidence.