Page:War; or, What happens when one loves one's enemy, John Luther Long, 1913.djvu/85

DAVE "Down in Dixie they're more fighty than the male ones. Gosh—they kiss and run their sweethearts off to get shot. They hug their brothers—and push 'em in it. They make red-white-and-red flags out of their clothes and climb poles to put 'em up. If it was that way up here we'd lick 'em. But, as it ain't—they'll lick us. If it wasn't for the women Virginia wouldn't have seceded. But they got after the men and pushed 'em clean through it. If I hadn't got out between two days they was going to push me into something. I don't know what it was. Some of the boys say they smelled tar. Well—I hate tar except on an axle. Gosh! I saw three men hanging to trees as I took a walk northward in the moonlight. I was so scared that I forgot to go back and kept on here. I don't want anything to do with female rebels. They frighten me. They're too rebly. They ain't satisfied with just speeches and singing—like the men. They want to see and hear the real boom-a-lally-booms. I'll just keep on going till I get to 69