The tall mountain youth, Seth Moore, was one of his men, and he proved to be a prince of looters.
"Blankets! blankets!" cried Moore.

"Here they are, hundreds of 'em! An' look at these barrels! Bacon! Beef! Crackers! An' look at the piles of cheese! Oh, Lieutenant Kenton, how my mouth waters! Can't I bite into one o' them cheeses ?" "Not yet," said Harry, whose own mouth was watering, too, "but you can, Seth, within ten minutes at the farthest.

The whole army must bite at once." "That's fa'r an' squar', but ain't this richness! Cove oysters, cans an' cans of 'em, an' how I love 'em! An' sardines, too, lots of 'em! Why, I could bite right through the tin boxes to get at 'em.

An' rice, an' hominy, an' bags o' flour.

Why, the North has been sendin' whole train loads of things down here for us to eat!" "And she has been sending more than that," said Harry.