were made in all modern languages, I was painfully aware; but as I did not understand much of what was said, I held my temper in check until finally one fellow remarked to another in a rich Irish brogue: Oh, Mike, look at that new lefttenant!
Don't he think he is purtty wid the new chicken guts (narrow gold lace, insignia of rank), on his arms.
Look at his strut!
Then it was I broke loose and blessed the impudent rascal in vigorous language.
'Twas thus I first became acquainted with Private Dan Dunn, who subsequently became as brave as Julius Caesar.
Poor, dear old Dan, whose name appears three separate times upon the roll of honor issued by the Confederate government!
Rough, uncultured old hero and patriot, little thought I that day at Mandeville that in days to come you would be the one to rescue me from in front of the Yankee breastwork, and help carry me to a place unswept by shot or shell, until you sank yourself exhausted by the blood flowing from your own wounds!