waited with guns cocked until it should deliver up its contents.
Cartridges were torn and caps laid out (we had muzzle-loading Enfield rifles) that no time should be lost in reloading; we could not hope for more than two shots before it came to a question of cold steel, and few of our men had bayonets.
Personally, the boy volunteer was better off for such work, for having been wounded in the hand in an earlier action, so as not to be able to load an Enfield, he had seized a breech-loading Sharp's carbine from the cavalry, and could count on four or five shorts before coming to close quarters.
We lay thus expectant until just dawn, when on our right, perhaps some five or six hundred yards away, we heard the Yankee Hussa!
and then a rattling fire of small arms, lasting but a quarter of an hour at most.
Why don't they come on?
they gave it up easy, was our thought, when, to our surprise, we saw our men running from the trenches in the salient on our right.