You've got to come to it, sooner or later; you must knock under, sure as white blossoms make little apples.

You'd better make up your mind to it." Old Man--"No, sah, nevah.

Ye nevah kin conquer us! We're the bravest people and the best fighters on airth.

Ye nevah kin whip any people that's a fightin' fur their liberty an' their right; an' ye nevah can whip the South, sah, any way.

We'll fight ye until all the men air killed, and then the wimmen'll fight ye, sah." Myself--"Well, you may think so, or you may not.