—etc., for some time.
It was a jolly lark, but suddenly a distant report was heard,—whizz—and a crash, as a shell from the rebel works came tearing through the house.
Never did anyone get outside of night cap and night gown quicker than did these officers, who were willing to be shot as men but not as women.
Second Lieut. J. G. B. Adams
, of Co. I, occupied the room of a young lady whose delicate finery was spread about in it. He went to sleep in her bed, but was awakened by his men who had spread a banquet for him in the dining room below.
They had secured roast duck, biscuits and preserves and these were spread on a table set with the best of china.
Later, they found a barrel of molasses and filled their canteens with it, but in doing so, it was tipped over and, as Lieut. Adams
said, ‘The house was molasses from cellar to attic.)’