"The devil'd be might anxious for green wood before he'd call you
in."

"Come, now, don't talk that way. This is a mighty serious time."

"I'll make it a durned sight seriouser for you if you don't keep
them splay feet o'your'n offen my heels when we're marching."

"Don't you think we'd better pay, or--something?"

"You might try taking up a collection."

"Try starting a hymn, Jake," said a slender young man at his right
elbow, whose face showed a color more intimately connected with the
contents of his canteen than the heat of the day. "Line it out,
and we'll all join in. Something like this, for example:

'Hark, from the tombs a doleful sound
Mine ears attend the cry.
Ye living men, come view the ground
Where you must shortly lie.'"

Alspaugh shuddered visibly.

"Come, spunk up, Jake," continued the slender young man. "Think
how proud all your relations will be of you, if you die for your
country."

"I'm mad at all of my relations, and I don't want to do nothing to
please 'em," sighed Jake.