I thot I'd seen 'em afore, an' this makes me sartin.

They're mouty bad pills, an' they hain't heah fur no good, but whar did I see 'em?
In some Rebel camp somewhar?
No; now I remember.

Ef I hain't powerfully fooled them's the two laddie-bucks thet Harry Glen an' me gobbled up one fine mornin' an' tuck inter Wildcat.

They're bad aigs, ef ther ever war bad aigs." "Harry Glen, did you say?
What do you know of Harry Glen ?" Her heart was in her mouth.
"What do I know of harry Glen?
Why, jest heaps an' more yit.

He's one o' the best men thet ever wore blue clotes.