We had not slept any for two nights, and were very drowsy, I assure you, but we knew there was something up, and we had to keep awake.

The next morning, nearly day, I think I had dropped off into a pleasant doze, and was dreaming of more pretty things than you ever saw in your life, when Johnson touched me and whispered, "Look, look, there are three Yankees; must I shoot ?" I whispered back "Yes." A bang; "a waugh" went a shriek.

He had got one, sure.

Everything got quiet again, and we heard nothing more for an hour.

Johnson touched me again and whispered, "Yonder they come again; look, look!" I could not see them; was too sleepy for that.