human
Hello, there, he says to him;
gpt
--where the doctors always is, you know, during a fight--and he says,
human
I want you to pack me back there where I can get med-dy-cinal attention er I'm a dead man, fer I got my leg shot off, he says,
gpt
Well--the feller, as luck would have it, ricko-nized him and run to him and throwed down his own musket, so's he could pick him up; and he stooped down and picked him up and kindo' half-way shouldered him and half-way helt him betwixt his arms like, and then he turned and started back with him--ha! ha! ha! Now, mind, the fight was still a-goin' on--and right at the hot of the fight, and the feller, all excited, you know, like he was, and the soldier that had his leg shot off gittin' kindo fainty like, and his head kindo' stuck back over the feller's shoulder that was carryin' him. And he hadn't got more'n a couple o' rods with him when another cannon-ball come along and tuk his head off, shore enough!--and the curioust thing about it was--ha! ha!--that the feller was a-packin' him didn't know that he had been hit ag'in at all, and back he went--still carryin' the deceased back--ha! ha! ha!--to where the doctors could take keer of him--as he thought. Well, his cap'n happened to see him, and he thought it was a ruther cur'ous p'ceedin's--a soldier carryin' a dead body out o' the fight--don't you see? And so he hollers at him, and he says to the soldier, the cap'n did, he says,
human
Hullo, there; where you goin' with that thing? the cap'n said to the soldier who was a-carryin' away the feller that had his leg shot off. Well, his head, too, by that time. So he says,
gpt
Where you goin' with that thing? the cap'n said to the soldier who was a-carryin' away the feller that had his leg shot off. Well, the soldier he stopped--kinder halted, you know, like a private soldier will when his presidin' officer speaks to him--and he says to him,
human
W'y, he says,
gpt
Cap, it's a comrade o' mine and the pore feller has got his leg shot off, and I'm a-packin' him back to where the doctors is; and there was nobody to he'p him, and the feller would 'a' died in his tracks--er track ruther--if it hadn't a-been fer me, and I'm a-packin' him back where the surgeons can take keer of him; where he can get medical attendance--er his wife's a widder! he says,
human
Then _Cap'n_ says,
gpt
You blame fool you, he's got his _head_ shot off. So then the feller slacked his grip on the body and let it slide down to the ground, and looked at it a minute, all puzzled, you know, and says,
human
W'y, he told me it was his leg!