An' when she war gone, we jis' broke loose.

Jake turned somersets, and said he warnt 'fraid ob dem Yankees; he know'd which side his brad was buttered on.

Dat Jake is a cuter.

When he goes down ter git de letters he cuts up all kines ob shines and capers.

An' to look at him skylarking dere while de folks is waitin' for dere letters, an' talkin' bout de war, yer wouldn't think dat boy had a thimbleful of sense.