"Now, where are you, Johnny Reb?
What are you going to do about it?
You've got the dry grins, arn't you?
We've got the key; when the proper time comes we'll unlock your doors and go in.
You are going to starve us out, eh?
We are not very hungry at present, and we don't want any more pie.

When we starve out we'll call on you for rations, but at present we are not starving, by a jug full; but if you want any whisky or tobacco, send over and we'll give you some.

We've got all we wanted, and assure you we are satisfied." The above remarks are the supposed colloquy that took place between the two armies.

Bragg, in trying to starve the Yankees out, was starved out himself.

Ask any old Rebel as to our bill of fare at Missionary Ridge.
In all the history of the war, I cannot remember of more privations and hardships than we went through at Missionary Ridge.