I'm not very particular, but I must have something." "You can't hev it 'bout yere, no how.

That ain't what ye come fur, nuther." "If you know what I came for better than I do, suppose you tell me what it is," added Tom, who was a little mystified by the manner of the man.
"You air one of them soger fellers, and you want me to 'list; but I tell yer, ye can't do nothin' of the sort.

I'll be dog derned if I'll go." "I don't want you to go," protested Tom.

"I'm half starved and all I want is something to eat." "Yer don't reelly mean so." "Yes, I do." "Where d'yer come from ?" "From down below here.

Have you seen any soldiers pass through this place ?" "I reckon I hev; but they hain't seen me; and I reckon they won't see me very soon;" and the man chuckled at his own cleverness in keeping clear of recruiting officers.
"I don't want you, and if you will give me something to eat, you will get rid of me very quick." "Betsey, you kin feed the feller, if yer like, and I'll go over and see whar the hogs is." The man dropped his shovel, and began to move off towards the woods, probably to see whether Tom would attempt to detain him.