We are ordered to march somewhere.
"FALLING BACK" Old Joe knows what he is up to.

Every night we change our position.
The morrow's sun finds us face to face with the Yankee lines.

The troops are in excellent spirits.

Yonder are our "big guns," our cavalry-- Forrest and Wheeler--our sharpshooters, and here is our wagon and supply train, right in our midst.

The private's tread is light--his soul is happy.
Another flank movement.