. Army life : a private's reminiscences of the Civil War . REMINISCENCES OF THE WAR. 45 shore, within range of their famous rifles, therewould instantly be seen the little cloud of smoke,and the peculiar singing sound of the bullet wouldbe heard, and the victim, unconscious of danger,would fall. We peppered away at the walls withour rifles, but of course with no effect. On the afternoon of the second day a battery ofartillery galloped down near where we were sta-tioned. The bullets flew thick and fast from thebrick walls. Men and horses fell. The guns werequickly unlimbered, and returned the c
. Army life : a private's reminiscences of the Civil War . REMINISCENCES OF THE WAR. 45 shore, within range of their famous rifles, therewould instantly be seen the little cloud of smoke,and the peculiar singing sound of the bullet wouldbe heard, and the victim, unconscious of danger,would fall. We peppered away at the walls withour rifles, but of course with no effect. On the afternoon of the second day a battery ofartillery galloped down near where we were sta-tioned. The bullets flew thick and fast from thebrick walls. Men and horses fell. The guns werequickly unlimbered, and returned the complimentwith twelve-pound shells. Whiz—hang—crash,they went into the old mill; the air was filled withpieces of bricks and mortar; whole sections of thewalls went tumbling down^ a thousand rifles openedupon the ruins, and the rebel sharpshooters, or thefew who survived, made a dash from the ruins,amidst the wild cheering of our men, up over thesteep bluff, and troubled us no more. One of the most difficult things in the world for agenuine Yankee to
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