human
Where do you belong?
gpt
To Kunnel Wheatstone's Jawjy rijimint.
human
How many men have you got over there in the works.
gpt
Well, a right smart passul.
human
What do you mean by a right smart parcel?
gpt
Well, a good big heap.
human
What, a thousand?
gpt
Yes, I reckon so.
human
Ten thousand?
gpt
I 'spects so.
human
Twenty thousand.
gpt
Mouty likely.
human
You don't seem to have a clear idea of numbers. How many regiments have you got over there?
gpt
Well, thar's Kunnel Wheatstone's Jawjy rijimint--that's mine; then thar's Kunnel Tarrant's South Carliny rijimint, and then thar's Kunnel Bird's Tennessee rijimint, and I don't mind how many others. They've bin comin' and goin' all day, and I hain't paid no attention to 'em. I only know that thar's enough to give yo'uns a wallopin' if yo'uns only come on.
human
Sergeant, said the Colonel,
gpt
We're ready the minute you give the word. Colonel,
human
Colonel, said Shorty's voice out of the darkness,
gpt
I've brung you one o' the rebel scouts that was piroutin' out there. I don't know as you kin make much out o' him, though, for the welt I fetched him with my gun bar'l seems to've throwed his thinkery out o' gear, and he can't talk straight.
human
And so you got the other one, Si started to say to his partner, but then he remembered Shorty's
gpt
I don't imagine that his 'thinkery,' as you call it, was of much account when it was in order, if it was no better than this other man's, said the Colonel, with a smile.
human
Perhaps, if he could think better he wouldn't be in the rebel army. Sergeant (to the Provost-Sergeant), take charge of these two men. Give them something to eat, and send them to Division Headquarters.