If our lives as soldiers have been a _failure_, we can but bow our heads on our bosoms, and say, "Surely, four years of our lives have been given for naught, and our efforts to please you have been in vain." Yet, the invader's foot is still on our soil, but there beats in our bosoms the blood of brave and patriotic men, and we will continue to follow our old and war-worn and battle-riddled flag until it goes down forever.
The Maury Grays, commanded by Captain A.M.Looney, left Columbia, four years ago, with 120 men.

How many of those 120 original members are with the company today?
Just twelve.

Company H has twenty members, but some of this number had subsequently enlisted.

But we twelve will stick to our colors till she goes down forever, and until five more of this number fall dead and bleeding on the battlefield.
A FIASCO When we arrived in sight of Columbia, we found the Yankees still in possession of the town, fortified and determined to resist our advance.
We send forward a "feeler," and the "feeler" reports back very promptly, "Yes, the Yankees are there." Well, if that be the case, we'll just make a flank movement.

We turn off the main turnpike at J.E.R.