"But why don't you jine a regiment ?" "Don't want to join any regiment that comes along.

I want to go into a fighting regiment, like yours." "Well, sonny, you ain't big enough to jine ours," said Sid, as he compassionately eyed the young man's diminutive proportions.
"The old man wouldn't let me go in when I wanted to, and I'm bound not to go in any of your fancy regiments.

I want to fight when I go." "You'll do, sonny.

Now, what ye doing here ?" "I came out a-fishing, but I got tired, and went to sleep." "Where's your fish-line ?" "In the boat." "What ye got in that handkerchief ?" "My dinner," replied Tom.

"Won't you take a bite ?" "What ye got ?" "A piece of cold chicken and some bread." "We don't mind it now, sonny.