"The Johnnies have been mowing us down.

They dropped on us so suddenly this morning that they must have been sleeping in the same bed with us last night, and we didn't know it.

I hear that we're routed nearly everywhere except here and where Sherman stands.

Look out! Here they come again!" They saw tanned faces and fierce eyes through the smoke, and the bullets swept down on them in showers.

Lucky for them that the little ridge was there, and that they had made up their minds to stand to the last.