What in thunder did you bring the damned Copperhead sheet to me for, if you didn't want it smashed?
Ain't you ashamed of yourself having such a thing round?
How'd you feel if you were picked up dead by a reb, with that stuff in your pocket?
Say now!" Coolidge laughed,--he was always ready to laugh: that was probably why the men liked him so well, and stood in awe of him not a bit.

"Feel?
horridly, of course.

Bad enough, being dead, to yet speak, and tell 'em that paper didn't represent my politics: 'd that do ?" Jim shook his head dubiously.
"What are you making such a devil of a row for, I'd like to know?
it's too hot to get excited.

'Tain't likely you know anything about Willie Surrey." "O ho! it is Mr.Will, then, is it?
Know him,--don't I, though?
Like a book.

Known him ever since he was knee-height of a grasshopper.