. Reminiscences, or, Four years in the Confederate Army : a history of the experiences of the private soldier in camp, hospital, prison, on the march, and on the battlefield, 1861 to 1865 . ur skirmish linewas sharp-shooting with the enemys pickets and the bul-lets cut dangerously close and made the bark fly. Oneof the 9th Kentucky was behind a tree about twenty feetto my left and he became greatly excited over a shootingmatch with a Yankee. In withdrawing his ram rod fromhis gun he jerked it out so suddenly as to lose hold of itand it fell to the ground. He did not stop then, how-ever, to pic
. Reminiscences, or, Four years in the Confederate Army : a history of the experiences of the private soldier in camp, hospital, prison, on the march, and on the battlefield, 1861 to 1865 . ur skirmish linewas sharp-shooting with the enemys pickets and the bul-lets cut dangerously close and made the bark fly. Oneof the 9th Kentucky was behind a tree about twenty feetto my left and he became greatly excited over a shootingmatch with a Yankee. In withdrawing his ram rod fromhis gun he jerked it out so suddenly as to lose hold of itand it fell to the ground. He did not stop then, how-ever, to pick it up, but capped his gun and tired at his an-tagonist. The Yankee was watching and escaped harm,but reserved his tire for a better chance. It came whenour man stooped to pick up his ram rod and exposed suf-ficient of his anatomy for the Yankee to get in a shot andhe made it tell. At the crack of the Yankees gun ourman, with a whoop, jumped nearly over to my tree, at thesame time giving the sign of the Masonic degree calledConfidence. I cant tell you exactly where the ball hithim, but it made four holes in his hide as it passedthrough and kept him from sitting down comfortably for. Gen w. b. Bate. BY A PRIVATE SOLDIER. 21 3 two or three weeks. It was funny to me, and may be toyou, but dont tliink the 9tli Kentucky man saw^ any funin it. There was a young man—a stranger—came to ourregiment, from nobody knew where and he would not tell;the only name he would give was Texas/ We looked onhim as a Yankee spy, although he w as alw ays on the frontline and seemed to be intent on killing Yankees. Wew^atched him closely with the determination to kill himat the first sign of treachery. The enemy massed hisforces and, seeing it, we prepared to retreat. We fellback slowly, taking advantage of the trees and contestedthe ground as best we could, aiming to hold the enemy incheck and at the same time keep out of his fought furiously and kept in our rear as we fellback. We
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