THREE: Born in Georgia on Monday;
THREE: Born in Georgia on Monday;
THREE:MRS. B.: When it isn't even on the news or anything.
THREE:In the meanwhile, little Pete had visions of killing big game in the mountain woods. The interminable forest suggested to him dreams of bear, deer, buffalo, elk, and all the animals he had read about. It would be a great thing to bring down an elk or a deer with his Springfield rifle, and then be escorted back' to camp in triumph, with the other boys carrying his game. He kept circling through the woods, in sight or hearing of the others, expecting every minute to come upon some animal that would fill his youthful sanguine hopes."Even the dogs bark differently up here. Shorty," he said. "It's full and honest, and don't mean no harm. You know that old Towser ain't barkin' to signal some bushwhackers that the Yankees 's comin'. It sounds like real music."
THREE:"I wouldn't say much about rebel cavalry, if I was you, Wolf Greenleaf," Si admonished the joker. "Who was it down in Kentucky that was afraid to shoot at a rebel cavalryman, for fear it would make him mad, and he might do something?""It's all right," the voice went on saying. "It's all right."
THREE:"Hello, Groundhog, is that you? Ain't you dead yit? Say, have you seen a squad o' recruits around hereall boys, with new uniforms, and no letters or numbers on their caps?"
THREE:Two or three other men had come up in the meanwhile with their cups, and they started, without so much as asking, to dip their cups in.Cadnan peered at him, half-fearfully. "You are a master." One did not give orders to masters, or argue with them.
THREE:He had only fairly started when a stern voice called out to him from a large tent:
THREE:"Then why're you goin' to run away," asked the boy wonderingly."They are like small ones all the days of their lives, and only the masters are elders."