"They are fanning themselves."
"Well, keep up that feint movement until all the boys faint from sheer exhaustion."
"Hello, Stewart, do you think you will be able to burn up those ten locomotives, and destroy those hundred car-loads of provisions by day after to-morrow?"
"Lee, ask Cleburne if he feels feinty? Ask him how a fellow feels when he feints?"
Cleburne says: "I have feinted, feinted, and feinted, until I can't feint any longer."
"Well," says Hood, "If you can't feint any longer, you had better flee, fight, or faint; Balaam gets along mighty slow, but I'll be thar after awhile."
At 1 o'clock we were ordered to the attack. We had to pass through an osage orange hedge that was worse than the enemy's fire. Their breastworks were before us. We yelled, and charged, and hurrahed, and said booh! booh! we're coming, coming, look out, don't you sec us coming? Why don't you let us hear the cannon's opening roar. Why don't you rattle a few old muskets over there at us? Booh! booh! we are coming. Tag. We have done got to your breast-works. Now, we tagged first, why don't you tag back? A Yankee seems to be lying on the other side of the breast-works, sunning himself, and raising himself on his elbow, saye, "Fool who with your fatty bread? W-e are too o-l-d a-birds to be caught with that kind of chaff. We don't want any of that kind of pie. What you got there wouldn't make a mouthful. Bring on your pudding and pound-cake, and then we will talk to ye."
General Granberry, who, poor fellow, was killed in the butchery at Franklin afterwards, goes up to the breastworks, and says, "Look here, Yank, we're fighting, sure enough."
Meynheer Dutchman comes out, and says, "Ish dot so? Vel I ish peen von leetle pit hungry dish morning, und I yust gobble you up for mein lunch pefore tinner dime. Dot ish der kind of mans vot I bees!"
Now, reader, that is a fine description of this memorable
