... Out of the woods near by stepped a stalwart Confederate, with blood on his face and a handkerchief bound about his head. He approached the wounded Federal, stooped over him, and said: Hello! Yank ; be you wounded, be you much hurt? The Yank, rousing himself from his drowsiness and stupor, looked up into the bronzed and kindly face above him and said: Water. For suah! said the Confederate...