human
Is that the way with the rebel cavalry? asked Monty Scruggs, with his mouthful of crackers and meat.
gpt
Do they come like a hurricane, and disappear again like an April shower?
human
That's about it, answered Shorty disdainfully.
gpt
That's the way with all cavalry, dad-burn 'em. They're like a passel o' fice pups. They're all yelp and bark, and howl and showin' o' teeth. They're jest goin' to tear you to pieces. But when you pick up a stone or a club, or git ready to give 'em a good kick they're gone, the devil knows where. They're only an aggravation. You never kin do nothin' with 'em, and they kin do nothin' with you. I never kin understand why God Almighty wasted his time in makin' cavalry of any kind, Yank or rebel. All our own cavalry's good for is to steal whisky and chickens from honest soldiers of the infantry. The infantry's the only thing. It's like the big dog that comes up without any special remarks, and sets his teeth in the other dog. The thing only ends when one dog or the other is badly whipped and somethin's bin accomplished.
human
Will we have to fight them cavalry again tomorrow jest the same way?
gpt
Lord only knows, answered Shorty indifferently, feeling around for his pipe.
human
A feller never knows when he's goin' to have to fight rebel cavalry any more'n he knows when he's goin' to have the toothache. The thing just happens, and that's all there is of it.