Memphis Avalanche, Feb. 26.
Memphis, February 26.--We learn that some of our citizens are preparing for effective service on the Tennessee River.
They will go out in squads of not more than five or six.
Each man is a practised shot, with a rifle at long range, and each will go prepared with not less than one hundred rounds.
They will take with them nothing but ground coffee, relying upon the citizens and their guns for food.
They propose in these small squads to guard the Tennessee River.
They will take their opportunities from behind trees, logs, and in the narrow bends of the river, to pick off the Lincoln pilots.
They can plank a Minie-ball in a sheet of foolscap paper, at a distance of six hundred yards; and we venture the assertion that such a corps of sharpshooters will be as great a terror to the enemy's boats as our gunboats were at Fort Donelson.
Let each county bordering on the Tennessee River, in West-Tennessee, send a squad of such men on this duty, and the pilots will soon refuse to ascend a stream where death awaits them behind any big tree.
A man may face a known or seen danger, but when he cannot divine how, from what quarter, and at what moment the arrow may be sped, he will shrink from it with an unaccountable dread.
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