At Bull Run, when the order came from the headquarters for the retreat, word was passed down the line to the New York Zouaves. Do not!
exclaimed a core of the pet lambs in a breath.
We are ordered to retreat, said the commander.
Wot'n thunder's that!
responded one of the hard-heads, who evidently did not comprehend the word exactly.
Go back — retire, continued the commander.
Leave the field.
Leave? Why, that ain't what we come for. We're here to fight, insisted the boys.
We came here with 1,040 men, said the commander.
There are now 600 left.
Fall back, boys!
and the lambs sulkily retired, evidently displeased with the order.
Two of the New Hampshire Second were leaving the field, through the woods, when they were suddenly confronted by five rebels, who ordered them to halt! or we fire.
The Granite boys saw their dilemma, but the foremost of them presented his musket, and answered, Halt you, or we fire!
and, at the word, both discharged the