. Knapsack and rifle; or, Life in the Grand Army; war as seen from the ranks. Pen pictures and sketches of camp, bivouac, marches, battle-fields and battles, commanders, great military movements, personal reminiscences and narratives of army life ... Also, a complete chronology of the war, and a digest of the pension laws of the United States .. . roads. The old farmers, the countrymen who had backboneand sinew, gave us a cordial welcome. They and theirfamilies stood at their gates as we came up, and suppliedus with milk and various eatables until their stores wereexhausted. I do not think the
. Knapsack and rifle; or, Life in the Grand Army; war as seen from the ranks. Pen pictures and sketches of camp, bivouac, marches, battle-fields and battles, commanders, great military movements, personal reminiscences and narratives of army life ... Also, a complete chronology of the war, and a digest of the pension laws of the United States .. . roads. The old farmers, the countrymen who had backboneand sinew, gave us a cordial welcome. They and theirfamilies stood at their gates as we came up, and suppliedus with milk and various eatables until their stores wereexhausted. I do not think the old farmers had reasonto imagine we were suffering from any sickness, or lossof appetite. We gave every evidence of being healthy. There was not in every instance such generous treat-ment. I remember seeing in one village through whichwe passed a woman who had just taken several loavesof bread from the oven. Will you sell me one of those ? I asked. I had rather sell you poison, she snarled out. Pardon me. Madam, I wont rob you of that, and Ihope youll take all youve got. A little farther on, five or six men were standing, andwere making fun of our troops who were footsore andlame. We were always ready for a little sport, and neverobjected to having jokes cracked in a harmless way, butwhen the fun was accompanied with a sneer from ^5 - h\. 22 THE NEV/ VGnKjPUBLIC-LIBRARY ASIOR, LFNOX KNAPSACK AND RIFLE. 225 strangers which plainly meant a lack of sympathy withour cause, every man bristled up with resentment. Look at that Yank! cried one of the bystanders, hes playing that hes lame, and is trying to drop out. The poor fellow spoken of was one of the best men inmy company, and was putting forth almost superhumanefforts to keep up with our column. He was not reallyfit to be on the road, but his courage and energy urgedhim on. I felt indignant that this limping sufferer shouldbe made a subject of sport and contempt, and turningto the group of scoffers, I said, Instead of jeering at
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