of his old division.
General Cleburne was a gallant soldier, a hard fighter, always kind and courteous to his men, who almost worshipped him, and who believed old Pat could whip all creation.
In the fall of 1864, Cleburne's division was thrown with a portion of the army across the Coosa river, above Rome, Ga., and started acrotoop down, take hold of the rails, and when I say heave ho, let every man lift all he can and turn the rails and cross-ties over.
When the command was given by old Pat, a thousand men or more bent their backs and took hold of the iron; then came the command, heave ho!
With a yell up we came with rails and cross-ties, and over theread the meat on it, then built a fire and were cooking it so we could take it with us. We were all busy working at it when one of the company looked up and saw old Pat coming down the line on a tour of inspection.
We had no time to hide the beef, and knew we were in for it. One of the company stepped out and saluted the General,