It's a low-lying region of vast forests and thickets, of slow deep rivers and creeks, and of lagoons and bayous.

If Northern troops want to be ambushed they couldn't come to a finer place for it.
Forrest and five thousand of his wild riders might hide within rifle shot of us in this endless mass of vegetation.

And so, my lads, it behooves us to be cautious with a very great caution.

You will recall how we got cut up by Forrest in the Shiloh time." "I do, sir," said Dick and he shuddered as he recalled those terrible moments.

"This is Mississippi, isn't it ?" Colonel Winchester took a small map from his pocket, and, unfolding it, examined it with minute care.
"If this is right, and I'm sure it is," he replied, "we're far down in Mississippi in the sunken regions that border the sluggish tributaries of the Father of Waters.