To his boat on stuffless legs. “Keep quiet,” he thought, “You’re not through yet⁠—you won’t be through till you land. They can jerk you back, even now, if you look too pleased. Look like a soldier, damn you, and show them how.” The thought was childish but it stiffened his back And got him into the boat. In the midst of the stream They passed a boat with Confederate prisoners So near they could yell at each other. “Hello there, Yank.” “Hello Reb”⁠ ⁠… “You look pretty sick⁠—don’t we feed you good?”⁠ ⁠… “You don’t look so damn pretty, yourself”⁠ ⁠… “My, ain’t that a shame!”⁠ ⁠… “You’ll look a lot sicker when Hooker gets after you.”⁠ ⁠… “Hell, old Jack’ll take Hooker apart like a coffee-pot”⁠ ⁠… “Well, goodbye, Yank”⁠ ⁠… “Goodbye, Reb”⁠ ⁠… “Get fat if you kin.”