human
Hello, Corporal, said Pete, with a capacious grin rifting the powder grime on his face.
gpt
We've just bin having lots o' fun.
human
Pete, you aggravatin' little brat, said Shorty, giving him a cuff that started the boy's tears to making little white streaks through the black,
gpt
Why, whimpered Pete,
human
Don't cry, Pete. I done wrong, said Shorty, melting instantly, and putting his arm around the boy.
gpt
You done right, and you're a brave, good little boy. Only you must not go away from the company without lettin' me know.
human
Good God, groaned the Colonel, as he halted the regiment down the slope, and studied the opposite side with his glass.
gpt
There's another abatis, and it looks worse than the one in which we have just left half the regiment. But we'll go through if there's only one man left to carry the flag over the works. I don't suppose that we are any better than those who have already died, or got any better right to live.
human
This is the dumbedest country for cuttin' down trees the wrong way, Si sadly remarked, as he surveyed the abatis.
gpt
It's meaner'n midnight murder. I'd like to git hold o' the pizen whelp what invented it.
human
The devil invented abatis, just after he invented hell, and as an improvement on it, and just before he invented secession, Shorty judged hotly.
gpt
When we git through them abatis there I'm goin' to kill everything I find, just to learn 'em to stop sich heathenish work. It's sneakin' murder, not war.
human
When we get through, murmured Alf Russell dolefully.
gpt
How many of us will ever get through?
human
Who'll be the Jim Humphreys and Gid Mackals this time?
gpt
Can you see any path through this abatis, Sergeant?
human
No, Harry, said Si, kindly and encouragingly.
gpt
But we'll find some way to git through. There's probably a path that we kin strike. Stay close by me, and we'll try our best.
human
Well, I for one am goin' through, and I'm goin' to take Pete and Sandy with me, said Shorty, in a loud, confident tone, to brace up the others.
gpt
I've always gone through every one o' them things I've struck yit, and this ain't no worse'n the others. But we ought to jump 'em at once, while they're shiverin' over the shelling' we give 'em. They must be shakin' up there yit like a dog on a January mornin'. Why don't we start, I wonder?