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I'd be a sight, though, wouldn't I ?" he added, his lip twitching in the fleeting smile.

"What do you think the Commodore, or General, or whoever 'tis bosses things at the camp, would say when he saw me?
He'd think the flagpole had grown feet, and was walkin' round, I cal'late." He asked his young friend what reception he met with upon his return home.