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You might, Rufe, if you’d ha’ thought to look back. [He turns to ] I reckon their army had found out they wus peaceful folks an’ put ’em out thar to git ketched. The dam Yankees use’ to do that. An’ from what I’ve hyeard o’ these here Germans they’re jist a bastard breed o’ Yankees.

Whar is your medal, Sid?

I cain’t show it to you now. I busted the last button offen my drawers while ago an’ I got ’em pinned up with it.

[, ''a vigorous mountaineer of forty-five, appears on the doorstep and begins stamping the mud off his boots. He carries a lap robe and a “slicker” across his arm''.]

But here comes Pap. He’s got sompen I can show you. [To ] Ha’ you got that package fer Mam?

[Fumbling under the lap robe]

Yeh, it’s here som’ers.