"Can you tell me whether the Seventh Georgia Regiment is down this way ?" "I reckon 'tis; least wise I don't know.

There's three rigiments about five mile below yere." "I was told my regiment was down this way, and I'm trying to find it.

I'm half starved.

Will you give me something to eat ?" "Sartin, stranger; I'll do thet." The man, who was evidently the proprietor of the house, brought up the remnant of a boiled ham, a loaf of white bread, some butter, and a pitcher of milk.

Tom ate till he was satisfied.