. The story of American heroism; thrilling narratives of personal adventures during the great Civil war, as told by the medal winners and roll of honor men . the river for the pur-pose of capturing a Confederate picket knownto be stationed about thirty-two milesfrom us. Twenty-five men stepped for-ward promptly, I among the rest. Wewere ordered to get breakfast, and put onedays rations in our haversacks. This wasdone, and before the remainder of thetroops were awake we had marched tothe landing, where there was waiting asmall tug-boat. In her we steamed to within three miles of our destination
. The story of American heroism; thrilling narratives of personal adventures during the great Civil war, as told by the medal winners and roll of honor men . the river for the pur-pose of capturing a Confederate picket knownto be stationed about thirty-two milesfrom us. Twenty-five men stepped for-ward promptly, I among the rest. Wewere ordered to get breakfast, and put onedays rations in our haversacks. This wasdone, and before the remainder of thetroops were awake we had marched tothe landing, where there was waiting asmall tug-boat. In her we steamed to within three miles of our destination, and thenpulled in small boats to a point near where the picket was stationed. On goingashore we deployed as skirmishers, and waded alternately through swampswith the water to our waists, and over knolls, where the tropical sun beatdown upon us in all its fervor. We reached our objective point, which wasa house on the bluff near the river side half concealed by a hedge of smalltrees or bushes ; we completely surrounded it except on the water side, for itwas hardly probable the enemy would attempt to escape in that directionbecause of the Benjamin Tiiackrah. 378 THE STORY OF Working our way cautiously through the underbrush we came to a boardfence, and as I straightened up to look over it, there stood a Confederate withhis gun pointed at me so close at hand that I could actually look down thebarrel. Just at that instant the remainder of the boys poked their heads overthe fence, and the Johnny, instead of shooting, started on a run for the moment later the whole line was yelling its best as we closed in, and atthe order to surrender they weakened. I came around to the front of the building as the Confederates tum-bled down stairs, for they were soexcited it seemed impossible towalk, and one of them had in hishand an unfinished letter, thelast words of which were, Allis quiet along the lines. From the jirisoners welearned that a sergeant and oneman were about
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