. Down in Dixie : life in a cavalry regiment in the war days, from the Wilderness to Appomattox . ht. Think youll go Yes ; if you really think theyll take me. Im sure they will; you just let me manage thething for you. All right; Im with you. I went with Tracy that night — after he had seenhis girl home. As we climbed the steep mountain, Iexpected every minute to hear the footsteps of a brigadeof relatives in pursuit. We reached the Tracy domicileabout midnight, and went to bed. I could not frogs in the pond near the house kept up a loudchorus, led by a bull-frog with a deep
. Down in Dixie : life in a cavalry regiment in the war days, from the Wilderness to Appomattox . ht. Think youll go Yes ; if you really think theyll take me. Im sure they will; you just let me manage thething for you. All right; Im with you. I went with Tracy that night — after he had seenhis girl home. As we climbed the steep mountain, Iexpected every minute to hear the footsteps of a brigadeof relatives in pursuit. We reached the Tracy domicileabout midnight, and went to bed. I could not frogs in the pond near the house kept up a loudchorus, led by a bull-frog with a deep bass voice. I hadheard the frogs on other occasions when fishing in themountain lakes, and the boys agreed that the burden ofthe frog chorus was : Youd better go round!Youd better go round ! Well bite your bait off! Well bite your bait off! Somehow the chorus seemed that night to havebeen changed. As I lay there and listened for thesound of my fathers wagon, the frogs sang after thisfashion : Youd better go home !Youd better go home ! Theyll shoot your head off ! Theyll shoot your head off!. FIRST ENLISTMENT. FOu ^r>A, rions DOWN IN DIXIE. 25 And, oh ! how that old bull-frog with the bass voicecame in on the chorus : Theyll shoot your head off ! We got up at daylight, and walked over to the plankroad and waited for the stage from Berlin to comealong, en route to Troy. When the vehicle came insight, I hid in the bushes until Tracy could reconnoiterand ascertain if my father was on board. He gave asignal that the coast was clear, and we took passage forthe city. Youre Alex Allens the driver—FrankMaxon — said, as we took seats in the stage. What about it? I heard em say at the post-office this morning thatyoud run away. False report, said Tracy ; hes just going to Troyto bid me good-by. Well, he must be struck on you, as they say henever set eyes on you till yesterday. The stage rattled into Troy about half-past tenoclock. There was considerable excitement in the ci
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