They were whooping, and yelling, and firing off their guns, just for the fun of the thing.

I remember of going into a very nice family's house, and the old lady told the dog to go out, go out, sir! and remarked rather to herself, "Go out, go out! I wish you were killed, anyhow." John says, "Madam, do you want that dog killed, sure enough ?" She says, "Yes, I do.

I do wish that he was dead." Before I could even think or catch my breath, bang went John's gun, and the dog was weltering in his blood right on the good lady's floor, the top of his head entirely torn off.

I confess, reader, that I came very near jumping out of my skin, as it were, at the unexpected discharge of the gun.

And other such scenes, I reckon, were being enacted elsewhere, but at last a detail was sent around to arrest all stragglers, and we were soon rolling back to Atlanta.
"BELLUM LETHALE" Well, after "jugging" Stoneman, we go back to Atlanta and occupy our same old place near the concrete house.