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Updated: May 4, 2025
"Didn't they tell you you'd be worse off with the Yankees than you were with them?" "Yes, sah." "Didn't you believe them?" "Dunno, sah." "What do you want to do?" "Anything." "Fight the rebs?" "Wal, I kin du it." "What's your name?" "Nimbus." "Nimbus? Good name ha! ha: what else?" "Nuffin' else." "Nothing else? What was your old master's name?" "Desmit Potem Desmit."
Those clumsy ironclads of his can't move backward or forward, and the Rebs have been peppering him for two days." Just then a fusillade broke from the thickets, nipping the branches from the cottonwoods about them. "Form your line," said the General. "Drive 'em out." The force swept forward, with the three picket companies in the swamp on the right.
"You're caught at last, Peter Lamb." "Oh, Lord!" cried the captive. "It's Josiah. For God's sake, let me loose." "Reckon I won't," said Josiah. "I'm in agony my arms I shall die and I am innocent. I did not do anything. Won't you help me?" "No the Rebs will come and hang you." The man's cunning awoke. He said the one thing, made the one plea which, as he spoke, troubled Josiah's decision.
We came in here and got our legs all tangled up in these cussed briers, and then we begin to fight and the rebs had an easy time of it. Don't tell me it's just luck! I know better. It's this derned old " The friend seemed jaded, but he interrupted his comrade with a voice of calm confidence. "It'll turn out all right in th' end," he said. "Oh, the devil it will!
Skirting around through underbrush to our left, concealed from the Rebs, we came to an open again of about thirty yards. The Rebs had retired about eighty yards in the wood to where it was thicker. "Out sprang the Chaplain, making a worm fence, Indian fashion, for a big chestnut. We followed in same style.
he hummed, swinging his legs vigorously. "Ladies and gentlemen, it's all over but the shooting. Arthur, I saw your battery horses; they belong in a glue factory. How arc you going to save your guns when the rebs come after you?" "God knows, especially if the Zouaves support us," replied Wye, yawning again. Then, rising: "I've got to get back to that cursed fort. I'll escort anybody who'll let me."
We've been in three, and some of us four, assaults on the Rebel fortifications and each time we have been driven back. The first of July, General Banks made us a great speech promising us that within three days we would be inside Port Hudson. But the three days have passed and those rascally Rebs still persist in keeping us outside.
"I've heard of it only since I came to Cairo. I know that it stands on low, marshy ground facing the Tennessee, and that it contains seventeen big guns. I haven't heard anything about the size of its garrison." "But we'll have a fight, that's sure," said young Pennington. "I've been in battle only once at Columbus but the Johnny Rebs don't give up forts in a hurry."
My orderly was behind another chestnut about ten feet to the Chaplain's left, and slightly to his rear. There was for a spell considerable random firing, but no one hurt, and the Rebs again retired a little. We soon saw what the Chaplain was after. About eighty-five yards in his front was another big chestnut, and behind it a Rebel officer.
There was a little pause. "All th' officers say we've got th' rebs in a pretty tight box," said the friend, clearing his throat in a commonplace way. "They all seem t' think we've got 'em jest where we want 'em." "I don't know about that," the youth replied. "What I seen over on th' right makes me think it was th' other way about.
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