[X.]
near Petersburg, Va., October 12, 1864.
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* * * Many of the Yankees in their flight in the recent fight cut the straps to their knapsacks and let them drop as they heeled it back.
The battle-field was a rich one, and my brigade bears me out in the assertion, as they have a great many sugar-loaf hats, blue overcoats, oil-cloths, shelter-tents, &c., &c. It is said that one green Rebel went up to a dying Yankee, and stooping over him said, ‘Mister, may I have your coat?’
All of the dead that had on passable clothes were stripped; but the Yankee account about their bodies being mangled and beaten is a lie. I couldn't help laughing when I saw one of my little fellows with a Burnside hat on, many sizes too large for him. I could hardly see his head, as the brim of his hat nearly rested upon his shoulders.
It is amusing to see a great many of them and to hear their remarks after such a fight. * *