L. P. Brockett, The camp, the battlefield, and the hospital: or, lights and shadows of the great rebellion

“Why, why, ye hain't a gwine to tuck me 'long oa ye!” he exclaimed, frantically appealing to the cunnel. “Ye hain't a gwine ter tuck me 'long oa ye! Ye karn't mean thet!”

“ We do mean that, and you just keep quiet, or, like St. Paul, you'll fight against the pricks,” said the officer, alluding perhaps to the bayonets which the two soldiers had unslung and were holding ready to apply to Bible's flanks.

“Why, ye karn't mean thet! ye karn't mean thet, cunnel!” again piteously cried the scout, “Wh — wh — whot'll become on the old 'ooman-whot'll become on the cow-brutes?”

“D-n the old woman and the cow-brutes,” shouted the officer, riding forward and leaving the new recruit to his fate. And thus Bible marched to the Tullahoma and thus he enlisted in the second regiment of Alabama Infantry.

He remained a fortnight at Tullahoma, and while there obtained a correct idea of the number and disposition of the enemies' forces, and brought away with him, in his head, an accurate map of the rebel fortifications. Desertions being frequent, the picket lines had been doubled, and when he was ready to leave, it had become next to impossible to penetrate them. But he was equal to the emergency, and hit upon a bold expedient which proved successful.

Restrictions had been laid by the commanding general on the importation of whiskey, and the use of that article, which is a sort of necessity to the Southern “native,” had been prohibited within the lines of the army — except on the eve of battle Then the cold water