What n' tarnation is this? We have t' fit the hull damned rebel army? Damn, look at that thar army. Looks lik a buncha grey fittin' wombats from hell made o' steel! By ginger, them grey's is a chargin' fast! An' ar lieutenant wants us tuh fight them? We just fought a lil' bit ago. That lieutenant's a over der smackin' away dem soldr's, shoutin', "Why aint you firin'? Fire yah pack o' mule drivers!" while we are uh gettn' clobbr'd. That 'federate army's a buncha trained jim dandy's an we's a just a buncha mule drivers. Nag nammit, I a ....