Our friends, the vets, gathered them all in as a rich harvest.
A group of "vets" were discussing what they would do when they got home from the war.
The old “vets” understand each other whether other people do or not.
Either being taken to the vets' or brought from the vet's—I don't know.
Vets may be all very well in their way; but a human doctor more immortal.
And they sent to the Curragh and to every place for vets, but not one could do anything at all.
Their reception at the hands of the "vets" was very like our own three weeks before.
There is a knack in doing this, which the experience of the vets with whom we were brigaded soon taught us.
We are bound northward through Maryland, the vets tell us, on a chase after the rebs.
But the latter was confident he was mistaken in his men—that some of the old "vets" had got his pig.