"Sa-a-ay! Hoss! Pardner! Are you going to ride over this wounded feller?"
"Friend, have you a drop of water for a man that's fainted here?"
"Halloo! Buster! Keep that bayonit out o' my eye, if you please!"
"Where's Gen. Banks? I hearn say he's a prisoner."
"I do' know!"
"Was we licked, do you think?"
"No! We warn't nothin' o' the kind. Siegel's outflanked 'em and okkepies the field. A man jus' told me so."
"Huzza! Hearties, cheer up! Siegel's took the field, and Stonewall Jackson's dead."
"Three cheers for Siegel."
"Hoorooar, hoor—"