The ground was so wet that our footsteps couldn't be heard.

It was one of those deathly, still movements, when you think your heart is making as much noise as a bass drum.
"The Johnnies didn't seem to have the faintest suspicion of what was coming, though they ought, because we would have expected such an attack from them if we hadn't made it ourselves.

Their pickets were out just a little ways from their works, and we were almost on to them before they discovered us.

They fired and ran back.

At this we raised a yell and dashed forward at a charge.