At last we found out D.'s trick; he always heated his plate.
Billy P.said he had no lice on him.
"Did you ever look ?" "No." "How do you know then ?" "If ignorance is bliss 'tis folly to be wise," said Billy.
"Why, there is one crawling on your bosom now." Billy took him and put him back in his bosom and said to the louse, "You stay there now; this makes the fourth time I have put you back, and if I catch you out again today I'll martyr you." Billy was philosophic--the death of one louse did not stop the breed.
THE COURT MARTIAL AT TUPELO At this place was held the grand court-martial.

Almost every day we would hear a discharge of musketry, and knew that some poor, trembling wretch had bid farewell to mortal things here below.

It seemed to be but a question of time with all of us as to when we too would be shot.
We were afraid to chirp.

So far now as patriotism was concerned, we had forgotten all about that, and did not now so much love our country as we feared Bragg.

Men were being led to the death stake every day.