Them blamed soldiers are a moosin' 'bout every whar, an' if she onct got talkin', our goose wud be cooked.

Furst thing we got ter do is git her outer this camp." "Ternight, yer sed ?" "'Bout midnight; yer'll go'-- hey ?" "I reckon; yer got the money ?" With his eyes fastened on the two men eating, he counted out some gold pieces on the bar and shoved them over to me, keeping them under cover of his hand.
"Thar's half o' it, an' the rest is yers when ye bring back the hosses." "How many hosses?
Who's a goin' ?" "Three o' yer.

Kirby's fer sendin' the mulatter gurl 'long.

She's a free nigger an' might let her tongue wag.

Now listen, Moffett, I'm a goin' out putty soon ter git things ready, an' I'll leave Sal yere ter tend bar.