We were informed that they were "feeling" for the Yankees.

The comment that was made by the private soldier was simply two words, and those two words were "O, shucks." The Yankees had gone--no one knew whither--and our batteries were shelling the woods, feeling for them.

"O, shucks." "Hello," says Hood, "Whar in the Dickens and Tom Walker are them Yanks, hey?
Feel for them with long-range 'feelers'." A boom, boom.

"Can anybody tell me whar them Yanks are?
Send out a few more 'feelers.' The feelers in the shape of cannon balls will bring them to taw." Boom, boom, boom.
"For the want of a nail, the shoe was lost, For the want of a shoe the horse was lost, For the want of a horse the general was lost, For the want of a general the battle was lost." Forrest's cavalry had been sent off somewhere.

Wheeler's cavalry had been sent away yonder in the rear of the enemy to tear up the railroad and cut off their supplies, etc., and we had to find out the movements of the enemy by "feeling for them" by shelling the vacant woods.