Yes, seh, Ah'm gittin' th' money--reglah gole money--none a' this yeh Vaginyah papah-rags money.

Ah ain't stahted good when Ah come, but Ah wagah ten hund'ed thousan' dollehs Ah finish up good!" The last was a pointed reference to the Colonel.
"Have you seen Colonel Potts lately ?" I asked.

Clem sniffed.
"Yes, seh, on that tavehn cohnah, a-settin' on a cheer an' a-chestin' out his chest lahk a ole ma'ash frawg.

'Peahs like the man ain't got hawg sense, ack'in' that a-way." A concluding sniff left it plain that Potts had been put beyond the pale of gentility by Clem.
He left me then to do his work in the kitchen--left me back on a battle-field, lying hurt beside an officer from his land who tried weakly to stanch a wound in his side as he addressed me.
"A hot charge, sir--but we rallied--hear that yell from our men behind the woods.

You can't beat us.