Look ... look ... there’s a glitter and a confused motion there ... can’t you see it? ... just where the sun strikes on the verge of the hill among the high grass, where a——my God ... I thought so!
I can’t see nothin’ ... the sun hurts my eyes; but as for you, you can look right into the sun.... Hullow ... where now?
To arms! to arms! cried the preacher, in a voice that might have been heard a mile ... away with you to your post.
Away with you all, cried Burroughs.
What for?
To arms! to arms, I say, continued the preacher.
What for?
To legs more like ... what for?
Away to the fort I beseech you (lowering his voice) away with you, every man of you—you and your wives and your little ones—you haven’t a breath to lose now ... away with you.
Nation seize the feller; what for?