[W]hole Brigades of theirs were wiped out, there being hardly a grease spot left of the Kentucky Brigade, which were the ones I saw fight.

Did you pick Master Slender's purse?

[T]he engineer proceeded to the illustration of his mechanicks, tilting up his hand like a balance, thrusting it forward by way of lever, embracing the naturalist's nose like a wedge betwixt two of his fingers, and turning it round, with the momentum of a screw or peritrochium.

This box has been through some rough handling.