Sometimes his voice could be heard in a wild, incomprehensible laugh.
When he had a particularly profound thought upon the science of war he always unconsciously addressed himself to the youth.
There was some grim rejoicing by the men.
"By thunder, I bet this army'll never see another new reg'ment like us!" "You bet!" "A dog, a woman, an' a walnut tree, Th' more yeh beat 'em, th' better they be! That's like us." "Lost a piler men, they did.

If an' ol' woman swep' up th' woods she'd git a dustpanful." "Yes, an' if she'll come around ag'in in 'bout an' hour she'll git a pile more." The forest still bore its burden of clamor.

From off under the trees came the rolling clatter of the musketry.

Each distant thicket seemed a strange porcupine with quills of flame.

A cloud of dark smoke, as from smoldering ruins, went up toward the sun now bright and gay in the blue, enameled sky..