“We’re goin’ to give Fritzy fits!” roared another marine.
“How do you like cruising on land?” asked Don of another carload.
“Can’t see much difference between this country now and the good, old ocean!” was the rejoinder.
“One’s as wet as the other!”
“An’ ye can’t drink either of ’em!” shouted a third.
“Oh, look at the coon!” called a private in another camion.
“Say, nig, lost, ain’t yu? I reckon yu ol’ mammy’s jes’ cryin’ huh eyes out fo’ huh little Alabama coon!”
“Huh! Ah reckon yu-all frum down Souf, too; eh, soljah man?” yelled Wash.
“I am that! Georgia! But everything goes just the same over here!”
“Say, a darky! Wonder these Frog-eaters haven’t got him in a cage! rarity over here!” The fourth camion contingent were impressed.