That cake of butter was melting like snow in a red hot furnace.

The old lady says, "We sell butter to the soldiers at a mighty good price." I dive in afresh.

She says, "I get a dollar a pound for that butter," and I remark with a good deal of nonchalance, "Well, madam, it is worth it," and dive in again.

I did not marry one of the girls.
WE EVACUATE CHATTANOOGA One morning while sitting around our camp fires we heard a boom, and a bomb shell passed over our heads.

The Yankee army was right on the other bank of the Tennessee river.