Poor fellow, he looked so hacked and whipped and mortified and chagrined at defeat, and all along the line, when Bragg would pass, the soldiers would raise the yell, "Here is your mule;" "Bully for Bragg, he's h--l on retreat." Bragg was a good disciplinarian, and if he had cultivated the love and respect of his troops by feeding and clothing them better than they were, the result would have been different.

More depends on a good general than the lives of many privates.

The private loses his life, the general his country.
GOOD-BYE, TOM WEBB As soon as the order was given to march, we saw poor Tom Webb lying on the battlefield shot through the head, his blood and brains smearing his face and clothes, and he still alive.

He was as brave and noble a man as our Heavenly Father, in His infinite wisdom, ever made.

Everybody loved him.