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Updated: May 4, 2025
They war rebs an' it war Yankee coffee an' I dun'no' I jes' dun'no' " As she hesitated he looked long at her with that untranslated gaze. Then he fell ponderingly silent.
Some of us that stand here now won't be alive in twenty-four hours from now; for I don't believe the rebs are going to let us have it all our own way," said the veteran. "Nor I," added Fred Pemberton. "I shall be killed in this fight." "How do you know, Fred?" demanded Hapgood, sternly. "Of course I don't know, but I feel it in my bones that I shall fall in the first battle."
No one in the prison, except those engaged in the work, would be let into the secret until the work was completed and the tunnel was to be opened. This secrecy was necessary to prevent a curious crowd from hanging around, which would attract the attention of the rebs, who, in blissful ignorance of any plot, would sing out: "Post number fo, twelve o'clock, and a-l-l's w-e-l-l.
His was the sort of courage that keeps a man faithful to death, and though he made no brilliant charge, uttered few protestations of loyalty, and was never heard to "damn the rebs," his comrades felt that his brave example had often kept them steady till a forlorn hope turned into a victory, knew that all the wealth of the world could not bribe him from his duty, and learned of him to treat with respect an enemy as brave and less fortunate than themselves.
"Nothin’. I was jus’ funnin’—like Ben said. Then them Rebs started playin’ rough, an’ we jus’ gave ’em a lesson." Fowler snorted. "I say Helms started it, an’ th’ jumpin’ went th’ other way ’round, Sergeant. An’ that’s all I got to say." "Well, it isn’t all I have to say! Sergeant, just what is going on here?" Whoever, having once heard that turkey cock crow, could ever forget it, thought Drew.
The rebs laugh, and eat his persimmons and take him prisoner and march off; Jim allowing that he was so hungry that he'd stolen off by his lonesome to get something to eat. One of the men had heard the whistle Jim gave, but Jim explaining that he whistled in surprise at seeing them, they only beats up the bush a little, not coming near me.
"Hear the damned Rebs talk!" said a man in the army blue, who, with keen eyes, was observing the scene. "They're the same sort of stuff we licked in Carolina." "Ay," said another, "but with a difference; blue led there; but gray'll come off winner here, or I'm mistaken."
His eyes shifted under the sergeant’s steady, boring stare, and he glanced at the rest of his companions, the two disheveled fighters, the lanky man picking up a forage cap and handing it to one of them. "I dunno, Sergeant. Th’ boys ... they was jus’ funnin’. They didn’t meant nothin’, jus’ funnin’. Then these here Rebs, they come right after Helms, was gonna jump him from behind.
"Gineral," said he, advancing cap in hand, to our always accessible Brigadier, as he sat leisurely upon his bay "Gineral! will you permit a corporal, and an Irishman at that, to spake a word to ye?" "Certainly, corporal!" the fine open countenance of the General relaxing into a smile. "Gineral! didn't we beat the Rebs yesterday?" "So they say, corporal."
We straggled along much the same as a dozen rebs would have done on a march by themselves. On the afternoon of the first day's march, we came along to a hickory grove, where about a dozen black and gray squirrels were sporting about on the top branches, gathering nuts, and I asked one of the guard to let me take his gun a minute and I would get a couple of them for our supper.
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