Just as sure and certain, reader, as you are now reading these lines, I will meet him up yonder--I know I will.
THE REAR GUARD When we had marched about a mile back in the rear of the battlefield, we were ordered to halt so that all stragglers might pass us, as we were detailed as the rear guard.

While resting on the road side we saw Day's brigade pass us.

They were gunless, cartridge-boxless, knapsackless, canteenless, and all other military accoutermentsless, and swordless, and officerless, and they all seemed to have the 'possum grins, like Bragg looked, and as they passed our regiment, you never heard such fun made of a parcel of soldiers in your life.

Every fellow was yelling at the top of his voice, "Yaller-hammer, Alabama, flicker, flicker, flicker, yaller-hammer, Alabama, flicker, flicker, flicker." I felt sorry for the yellow-hammer Alabamians, they looked so hacked, and answered back never a word.

When they had passed, two pieces of artillery passed us.
They were the only two pieces not captured at Missionary Ridge, and they were ordered to immediately precede us in bringing up the rear.