and, or the enemy had been informed of the expedition, and had sent reinforcements to the redoubt.
Our retreat was a crawling on hands and knees to the first sheltering thicket, and then a run for it, with the uneasy feeling of a probable volley in the back at any moment.
It is said that there is but a step from the sublime to the ridiculous.
In camp, while volunteers were falling into line for the expedition, W. E. Kyle called to a relative, J. K. Kyle, to come up to the front.
Go on, Emmett, my boy, cried the latter; I glory in your spunk, but I have a wife and a stake in the country.
A young fellow in the Chowan Light Infantry, when informed that we were about to charge the redoubt at the point of the bayonet, exclaimed in all the proud consciousness of a big tidewater plantation and hundreds of negroes, Hell!
if the Confederacy is so bad off for guns I'll get father to buy half a dozen cannon for it.
I doubt not that there are some survivors of that expedition among the