Things had gone on dull and quiet like for about ten days.
This was longer by a good deal than we had been at rest since we left Resaca in the Spring.

We knew that something was brewing, and that it must come to a head soon.
"I belong to Company C.

Our little mess--now reduced to three by the loss of two of our best soldiers and cooks, Disbrow and Sulier, killed behind head-logs in front of Atlanta, by sharpshooters--had one fellow that we called 'Observer,' because he had such a faculty of picking up news in his prowling around headquarters.

He brought us in so much of this, and it was generally so reliable that we frequently made up his absence from duty by taking his place.

He was never away from a fight, though.