It was dusky in there, but he saw in front of him the broad back of the teamster who sat on the cross seat and drove.
"Hello!" exclaimed Harry, sitting up.

"What's happened ?" A broad red face was turned to him, and a voice issuing from a slit almost all the way across its breadth replied: "Well, if little old Rip Van Winkle hasn't waked up at last! Why, you've slept nigh on to four hours, and nobody in Stonewall Jackson's army is ever expected to sleep more'n three and that's gospel truth, as shore's my name is Sam Martin." "But, Sam, you don't tell me what's happened!" "It's as simple as A, B, C.We're movin' ag'in, and that fine June day yestiddy that we liked so much is gone forever.

The second o' June ain't one little bit like the first o' June.

It's cold and it's wet.

Can't you hear the rain peltin' on the canvas?
Besides, the Yanks are comin' up, too.