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THREE:Cadnan tried to untangle the questions, and finally settled for a simple answer. "We are slaves," he said. "You are masters.""Don't worry," answered Shorty consolingly. "They'll pick it up mighty fast as soon as they see other fellers doing it, and 'll be in purty good shape by the time we git 'em to the regiment. We was just as green as they are."
THREE:"Shut up!" roared Shorty. "If you wasn't Orderly-Sergeant I'd punch your head. I won't have nobody sayin' that about little Pete. He's the best boy that ever lived. If I could only git hold of him I'd shake the plaguey life out o' him. Drat him!""You learn fast," he said, when work was finally over. He felt both tired and tense, but the thought of relaxation ahead kept him nearly genial.
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THREE:"Just plug at 'em as you would at a crow, and then go on your way whistlin'?" persisted Harry.
THREE:"Josiah Nott killed Hospital at Chattanooga badly wounded E. C. Bower's ox. What on airth does that mean? I can't for the life o' me make it out."
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THREE:He reached the firing-line, strung along the ragged bluffs, and hiding behind trees, stumps and stones.He could not afford to drink again.