Nothing could taste bad.
Our twelve wounds don't pain us in the least, and they'll heal absolutely in a few days, our blood being so healthy.

The air we breathe is absolutely pure and the sky over our heads is all blue and silver, spangled with stars, a canopy stretched for our especial benefit, and upon which we have as much claim of ownership as anybody else has.
We've lived out of doors so much and we've been through so much hard exercise that our bodies are now pretty nearly tempered steel.

I doubt whether I'll ever be able to live indoors again, except in winter." "I'm the luckiest of all," said Pennington.

"Out on the plains we don't have to live indoors much anyway.

I've lived mostly in the saddle since I was seven or eight years old, but the war has toughened me just the same.