acles on nose, rushed violently at the entrenched skirmish line of the enemy and captured the same, with the double view of making a reconnaissance and a diversion, and furthermore of showing the Johns that we were not going to be pitched into without hitting back.
Then there was a lull, filled by the arrival of a long grey procession of some 1500 prisoners from the 9th Corps.
Really these men possess a capacity for looking rough beyond any people I ever saw, except the townsmen of Signor Fra Diavolo.
They grew rougher and rougher.
These looked brown and athletic, but had the most matted hair, tangled beards, and slouched hats, and the most astounding carpets, horse-sheets and transmogrified shelter-tents for blankets, that you ever imagined.
One grim gentleman, of forbidding aspect, had tempered his ferocity by a black, broad-brimmed straw hat, such as country ministers sometimes wear — a head-dress which, as Whittier remarked, rather forced the season!
Singularly enough, the