human
for reasons stated, I recall the fact that I lost a calico handkerchief and thought I had dropped it on the march. Some weeks afterwards in removing my outer clothing for the first time after its disappearance, I found it hidden away underneath the back of my vest. On our return to Corinth, Miss., my mess took their underclothing to a lady to be washed and as they had been wearing it a month or more without change, they apologized for its condition.
gpt
No apology is necessary, she said,
human
I have washed some for Forrest's cavalry that was so stiffened with dirt that they were able to stand alone.
gpt
Where is the oven? A messmate some distance away shouted back,
human
Can't you wait till I finish washing my feet in it?
gpt
as well, it is perhaps proper to say that since penning the preceding
human
sketch, an old comrade has informed me that the
gpt
to which allusion was made in that sketch, had its origin in the anatomy of a
human
dog and not of one, who as Mark Twain says,
gpt
My comrade claims to speak from personal knowledge and not from hearsay testimony, and as his statement has not been induced by the fear of punishment or the hope of reward, its credibility can not be impeached. He says that the dog in question had grown old in the service of his master and on account of age and meritorious service had been placed on the retired list with full pay as to rations, personal care, etc.; that in the enjoyment of the otium cum dignitate attendant upon these conditions he had grown