"Have any of you seen the Fifty-fourth ?" "I haven't." "Nor I." "Yes, I saw them at Port Royal." "And I." "And I." "Well, the Twenty-third was at Beaufort while they were there, and I used to go over to their camp and talk with them.

I never saw fellows so in earnest; they seemed ready to die on the instant, if they could help their people, or walk into the slaveholders any, first.

They were just full of it; and yet it seemed absurd to call 'em a black regiment; they were pretty much all colors, and some of 'em as white as I am." "Lord," said Jim, "that's not saying much, you've got a smutty face." The men laughed, Jack with the rest, as he dabbed at his heated, powder-stained countenance.

"Come," said he, "that's no fair,--they're as white as I am, then, when I've just scrubbed; and some of them are first-raters, too; none of your rag, tag, and bobtail.

There's one I remember, a man from Philadelphia, who walks round like a prince.