Then a strapping fellow with a big rawhide would make the blood flow and spurt at every lick, the wretch begging and howling like a hound, and then he was branded with a red hot iron with the letter D on both hips, when he was marched through the army to the music of the "Rogue's March." It was enough.

None of General Bragg's soldiers ever loved him.

They had no faith in his ability as a general.

He was looked upon as a merciless tyrant.

The soldiers were very scantily fed.