Dick judged that they were from the Southwest.
"Close call," he said, smiling that attractive smile, which was visible even in the twilight.
"It was a friendly shell," said one of the youths, "and it concluded not to come too close to you.

These Yankee shells are so loving that sometimes they spray themselves in little pieces all over a fellow, like a shower of rice over a bride at a wedding." "How long do you think the Yankees will keep it up ?" asked Dick, putting indignation in his tone.

"Haven't they any respect for the night ?" "Not a bit.

That fellow Grant is a pounder.

They say he'll blow away the whole plateau of Vicksburg if we don't drive him off." "Well, we'll do it.