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they ain't satisfied and want any more, all they've got to do is to come over and get their bellies full.”
“Suppose they do come, sure enough, boys.
What are you going to do with them?”
“Why, just make the ground blue with 'em, that's all; just manure this here man's land with 'em.
We ain't asking anything of them, but if they want anything of us, why, just let 'em come after it, and they can get all they want; but they'll wish they hadn't come.”
“Well, now, I can rely upon that, can I?
”
“You just bet your life you can, General.
If we're asleep when they come, you just have us waked up, and we'll receive 'em in good style.”
“Well, good-night, boys.
I'm satisfied.”
McLaws' “boys” had no occasion upon that field to vindicate their own account of themselves.
The enemy did not attack, the river did fall, and we returned to our own side of the Potomac, but not until the 13th of July.
The day we got there, or perhaps the day following, “Tuck,” the redoubtable wagon driver of the old battery, had a memorable experience which he never tired of telling.
Tuck was a unique character.
Up to the date of his enlistment his horizon had been perhaps more contracted and his opportunities fewer and lower than those of any other man among us. Naturally he gravitated to the wagon; but the man made the position.
He was so quiet and steady and perfect in the discharge of its humble duties, that I question whether there was another private soldier in the battery as useful, or one more universally liked and respected, and he was as loyal and devoted to the company and his comrades as they were to him. He had a fine pair of mules, and his affection for them amounted almost to a passion.
Indeed, his entire outfit-mules, harness and wagon — was always in better condition than any other I ever saw in the army, and if there was forage or food, for man or beast, to be had anywhere, Tuck was sure to get at least our share for us.
As above said, it was the very day we reached the soil of old Virginia, or the day after, that Tuck, or Tucker,--I believe
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