human
I never heard the whip-poor-wills whip so gloomily, remarked the sentimental Alf Russell, after the regiment had stacked arms, and the men were resting, exhausted and out of temper, on the ground.
gpt
Seems to me it sounds altogether different from the way they do at home; got something savage in it.
human
Probably they're yelling their satisfaction over the number of men they've seen killed and wounded today, ventured Monty Scruggs.
gpt
Does 'em good to see men shooting at one another instead of birds.
human
Dumbed little brutes, grumbled Shorty, nursing his hurt foot,
gpt
Great Scott! I wisht I knowed whether we're goin' to stay here tonight,
human
No, said the Orderly, coming down from the right of the regiment.
gpt
We're to move forward about a mile, and establish a line for the rest of the brigade to form on. We're to go quietly, without noise or commands, and then bivouac without fires. Get your guns and fall in quietly.