Keep away the rest of you fellows!' I feel as if I'd been through a battle.

No more marshes for me." Some of the provident produced bottles of oil of pennyroyal.

Sergeant Daniel Whitley, who rode a giant bay horse, was one of the most foreseeing in this respect, and, after the boys had used his soothing liniment freely, the fiery torment left by the mosquito's sting passed away.
The sergeant seemed to have grown bigger and broader than ever.

His shoulders were about to swell through his faded blue coat, and the hand resting easily on the rein had the grip and power of a bear's paw.

His rugged face had been tanned by the sun of the far south to the color of an Indian's.