We jumped over the fence, and commenced grabbling for the sweet potatoes.

I had got my haversack full, and had started off, when we heard, "Halt, there." I looked around, and there was a soldier guard.

We broke and run like quarter-horses, and the guard pulled down on us just as we jumped the fence.

I don't think his gun was loaded, though, because we did not hear the ball whistle.
We marched from Decatur to Florence.

Here the pontoon bridges were nicely and beautifully stretched across the river.