He assoomes the responsibilities of this p'sition jest in time to get a rifle bullet through the jaw.

He lives though; I sees him after the war.
"'As that's no more men for the place, I steps for'ard myse'f.

I'm not thar a minute when I sinks down to the ground.

I don't feel nothin' an' can't make it out.
"'While I'm revolvin' this yere phenomenon of me wiltin' that a-way an' tryin to form some opinions about it, thar's a explosion like forty battles all in one.

For a moment, I reckons that somehow we-all has opened up a volcano inadvertent, an' that from now on Loosiana can boast a Hecla of her own.