So we sent forward a physician with some white bandages tied to the end of a long pole.

He walked up and says, "Hello, boys!" "What is it, boss ?" "Well, boys, we've come for you." "Hyah, ha; hyah, ha; hyah, ha; a hee, he, he, he; if it ain't old master, sho." The place was guarded by negro troops.

We marched the black rascals out.

They were mighty glad to see us, and we were kindly disposed to them.

We said, "Now, boys, we don't want the Yankees to get mad at you, and to blame you; so, just let's get out here on the railroad track, and tear it up, and pile up the crossties, and then pile the iron on top of them, and we'll set the thing a-fire, and when the Yankees come back they will say, 'What a bully fight _them nagers_ did make.'" (A Yankee always says "nager").