The country looked like it did at first.
Citizens came out, and seemed glad to see us, and would divide their onions, garlic, and leek with us.

The soldiers were in good spirits, but it was the spirit of innocence and peace, not war and victory.
Where the railroads would cross a river, a block-house had been erected, and the bridge was guarded by a company of Federals.

But we always flanked these little affairs.

We wanted bigger and better meat.
WE CAPTURE DALTON When we arrived at Dalton, we had a desire to see how the old place looked; not that we cared anything about it, but we just wanted to take a last farewell look at the old place.

We saw the United States flag flying from the ramparts, and thought that Yank would probably be asleep or catching lice, or maybe engaged in a game of seven-up.