Throwing Dust in the eyes of Yankee pickets.
An "Eye Witness" writes to the Washington Star:
A squad of six or eight butternuts dressed in our uniform, with two of their gang in their own dress, will appear, when the following dialogue will occur:
."We have got a couple of secesh prisoners.
Where shall we take them? "--Credulous Picket.--"Take them to the reserve.
"--Secesh--"Where is the reserve?" Picket describes the locality exactly.
Secesh then takes a roundabout course, and gives his party the information who, on the same night comes in force and gobbles up the reserve.
Would it not be well for our confiding soldiers to play trick against trick.