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"This mornin' the Captains 's bin going down so fast that I couldn't keep track of 'em, till Capt. McGillicuddy was the only one left, an' he's swearin' that the rebels never run no bullet that could hit him. The Adjutant's acting Lootenant-Kunnel an' Major both to-wunst, and shootin' a gun when he hain't nothin' else to do. But the boys that's left 's stayers, I tell you. They've jest stuck their toenails into that hilltop there, an' every time them howlin' rebels come yippin' an' ki-yi-in' out o' the woods they send 'em back on the dead run. But they want you up there bad. You've got more than's left in the regiment. Hurry up. I'll be back with you jest as soon's I kin find a doctor to cooper me up a little." "Silence," thundered Lieut. Bowersox, "you are only to speak, sir, when I or some other member of the court ask you a question." "Yes, a genuine rebel gun, that you kin shoot crows with and celebrate Christmas, and kill a dog." "Yes you was, you young rebel," said Si. "You were goin' to tell some sneakin' rebels about us. Where are they?"