Their account of the fight was amusing. I will give you one, from notes written secretly twenty minutes after I heard it. It is nearly verbatim:----N. Y. Tribune, June 8.Talk about fighting! whew, my G-d! One company of them reg'lars, or you New York fellows, can whip a thousand of our men; by G-d, that's so; I'll swar it on a Bible. You ought to have seen 'em. Look heyar, reckon I wanted to get out of the way. Sure's you're born, they're just like devils — they don't mind shots. Lord, they went down the street, where they cut, an' slashed, an' shot. Our boys run like the devil — then, J---s, you ought to have seen 'em cut up the street again — like blue devils — it makes my blood cold to think of it. They shot every way — knocked us from our bosses, took our pistols and sabres away — my G-d, how they fit. Why, sir, I'll swar on a Bible, them South and North Carolina fellows that's with us ain't no account. They won't obey nobody — no discipline — you'll lick them every time.There was much more of the same sort, and I send you this specimen, profanity and all included, so you may know what the rebel prisoners think, and how they talk. I asked him what the rebels thought of our volunteers. “ Well,” said he in reply, “ they think you New York men are just as bad as the regulars, but they hain't much opinion of the rest.”
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