The officers then turned to examine their prostrate comrade.
"It's all over with him," one said, stooping down; "the shovel has cut his skull nearly in half.

Well, I fancy he was a bad lot.

I don't believe in Southerners who come over to fight in our ranks; besides, he was at one time in the rebel army." "Yes, he was taken prisoner," another said.

"Then his father, who had to bolt from the South, because, he said, of his Northern sympathies, but likely enough for something else, came round, made interest somehow and got his son released, and then someone else got him a commission with us.

He always said he had been obliged to fight on the other side, but that he had always been heart and soul for the North; anyhow, he was always blackguarding his old friends.