After making this bold dash, they about faced, and were soon out of sight.

There was no harm done, but, alas! that cooked chicken was gone.

Poor Confed! To what a sad end you have come.
Just to think, that but a few short hours ago, you was a proud rooster-- was "cock of the walk," and was considered invincible.

But, alas! you have sunk so low as to become food for Federals! _Requiescat in pace_ you can crow no more.
OLD JOE BROWN'S PETS By way of grim jest, and a fitting burlesque to tragic scenes, or, rather, to the thing called "glorious war," old Joe Brown, then Governor of Georgia, sent in his militia.

It was the richest picture of an army I ever saw.