ONE:Both the boys had been long enough in the field to make that plain farm home seem a luxurious palace of rest. The beds were wonders of softness and warmth, from which no unwelcome reveille or cross-grained Orderly-Sergeant aroused them with profane threats of extra duty. TWO:"Yes, a genuine rebel gun, that you kin shoot crows with and celebrate Christmas, and kill a dog.""Lay down, there, old man; grab a root; keep under cover, or you'll git hit," some of them called out to him, noticing him as they turned to load. "The air is so full o' bullets you kin ketch your hat full if you only hold it up."THREE:"Here, what's all this row about?" he asked in quick, sharp tones.