Often, in their twenty years of daily association, they talked together about things of which they never spoke to any other man.
"Anna Maria is a fine girl," said the Colonel.
"Yes, sir," answered the Sergeant, "if she'd just get over the fancy she has for Briggs, the artillery corporal.

That man is bound to be killed by a wheel runnin' over him.

You know, sir, if there is anything on earth that skeers me stiff it is a horse hitched to any kind of a vehicle.

I don't mind ridin' 'em because then the horse's heels is behind me.

But in a vehicle the horse's heels is in front of me, and it makes me nervous.