The others strode behind, and occasionally spurred him into a more rapid pace with a prick from their bayonets.
"O,---ough, mister, don't do that! Don't, PLEASE! You don't know how it hurts.

I ain't got no rhinoceros skin to stand such jabs as that.

That came purty nigh goin' clean through to my heart." "Skeet ahead faster, then, or the next punch'll go righ smack through ye, fur sartin.

Ef yer skin's so tender what are ye doin' in the army ?" They climbed the mountain laboriously, and started down on the other side.

About midway in the descent they came upon a deserted cabin standing near the side of the road.
"By the Lord Harry," said one of the Rebels, "I'm a'most done clean gin out, so I am.