"No," he said, with deep dejection, "all that delicious fluid of yesterday is now like the Father of his Country." "Eh ?" asked Abe, puzzled.
"Because it is no more--it is no more.

It belongs to the unreturning past." "I say," he continued after a moment's pause, "let's go out and hunt for some, there must be plenty in this neighborhood.

Nature never makes a want without providing something to supply it.

Therefore, judging from my thirst, this country ought to be full of distilleries." They buckled on their belts, picked up their guns and started out, directing their steps to the front.
In spite of the sunshine the walk through the battle-field was depressing.

A chafing wind fretted through the naked limbs of the oaks and chestnuts, and drew moans from the pines and the hemlocks.