Then we'll march back to Sardis with flags flying and drums beating, everybody turning out, and the bands playing 'See, the Conquering Hero Comes,' when you and I come down the street, and we'll be heroes for the rest of our natural lives." "Go ahead, and tell the rest of it to the mash-tubs and the still.

I've heard as much as I can stand, an I must have a breath of fresh air.

I'm going into the other cabin to see what's there." Kent followed him to the door, with the jug in his hand.
"Kent, there's a man coming down the path there," said Abe, pulling himself together, after the manner of a half-drunken man whose attention is powerfully distracted.
"Where ?" asked Kent, setting the jug down with solicitous gentleness, and reaching back for his musket.
"There, by that big chestnut.

Can't you see him?
or have you got so much whisky in you, that you can't see anything?
He's in Rebel clothes, and he's got a gun.

I'm going to shoot him." "Maybe he's one of these loyal Kentuckians.