within one hundred miles of being one himself. Two hundred and fifty ‘Tar Heels’ and only forty of them engaged, saved the city—oh, no! As the fellow who was dying said, I don't mind passing to to the realities of an unknown world; I contemplate that with the most perfect composure, but it does break my heart to think that I am dying and am summoned to the Great Bar from the butt of a blamed little goat. If this could have been the active force that guided the deliberation of these historians, they were more discriminating and less candid than the writers of proud, imperial Rome, who did not hesitate to give to the discordant honk of geese the credit of their city's deliverance.
N. P. Ford, Captain Co. F., First N. C. Cavalry.