Hezekiah. Guess he thought he was goin’ through a fullin’ mill.
Barney. The blackguard! (Very sober.)
Hezekiah. ’Drather give fifty dollars than ter had yer hit the old General.
Barney. How the divil should I know he was a general, without the two brass things on ’im?
Hezekiah. All them fellers az has ritin’ tools and tables in their tents, is generals.
Barney. Didn’t the sargeant tell me I was never to know one er thim without the two brass things on him?
Hezekiah. It don’t make no difference, now ye bin gone and done it.
Barney. Didn’t he begin it, twittin’ me about the guard-house, the thafe!
Hezekiah. He was only callin’ the guard for help.
Barney. The blackguard! Whin he was as big as I! And he called thim three spalpeens a coort, when it takes more than two dozen to make one er thim any day. (Door opens R., rebel soldier enters and reads from a paper.)