human
Like an insubstantial pageant faded Leaving not a wrack
gpt
Took the road with a heavy heart and a heavier load. Three years later, under the hardening process of camp life I was enabled to march, on Hood's tramp to Nashville and back to Corinth, Miss., twenty miles a day continuously and rode only one of the eight hundred miles covered in that campaign. During my two days experience as an
human
Arkansas Traveler I think I heard more expletive, unadulterated