I fit my way up to the city of Mexico long er old Scott, and I've heard boys crow afore today." "Look here, old un! If you mean to call me a coward, why don't you say so, right up and down ?" growled Ben.
"Time'll tell, my boy.

You don't know what gunpowder smells like yet.

If you'd been with the fust Pennsylvany, where I was, you'd a-known sunthin about war.

Now, shet up, Ben; and don't you worry Tom any more." But Tom was no longer in a condition to be worried.

Though still sad at the thought of the home and friends he had left behind, he had reduced his emotions to proper subjection, and before the column reached Boston, he had even regained his wonted cheerfulness.