"Well, yeh kin b'lieve me er not, jest as yeh like.
Don't go a-thinkin' you can lick the hull rebel army at the start, because yeh can't.
"I've knet yeh eight pair of socks, Henry, and I've put in all yer best shirts, because I want my boy to be jest as warm and comf'able as anybody in the army.
I don't want yeh to ever do any- thing, Henry, that yeh would be 'shamed to let me know about.
"Yeh must allus remember yer father, too, child, an' remember he never drunk a drop of licker in his life, and seldom swore a cross oath.
"But yeh'd git acquainted with me after we was married," said Sam.
"Yeh're a likely-looking girl and hev a right-smart way o' stepping," said Sam.
The little girl upbraided him, "Youse allus fightin', Jimmie, an' yeh knows it puts mudder out when yehs come home half dead, an' it's like we'll all get a poundin'."
"Let the damned kid alone for a minute, will yeh, Mary?
"Are yehs hurted much, Jimmie?" she whispered timidly.
"I'll break yer ugly face for yeh in a minute," he announced in wrath-thick tones.
"Sure, an' a bad beatin' it was," he acknowledged, "but yeh showed the grit of a bunch of wildcats.