and about thirty or forty yards short.
I never saw him again.
The dust and the smoke seemed to envelop him. The aim had been perfect, and a shout went up from our lines at this shot on the wing.
After the Yankees had been run off, the cavalrymen procured a batteau from the opposite side of the river and went over and got all their horses and equipments and provisions, among which was a nice lot of hams, of which Colonel Biffle sent me a liberal share.
After leaving Savannah (where poor Coon Herndon of Ferrell's battery had been mortally wounded on a former occasion) we went down the river on a still hunt for gunboats.
We did not find any boats, but we did come across a nice party of Yankees on the opposite side of the river engaged in eating, bathing and playing cards.
We came up behind a high lot fence, and peeping one of my little howitzers around the corner of the fence I opened on them with shell which exploded in their midst, they were taken completely by surprise and sta