An' at last I has my hopes entirely fulfilled.
It's about four o'clock one evenin' when we caroms on about three brigades of Yanks.

Thar's mebby twelve thousand of us rebs an' all of fourteen thousand of the Lincoln people.

My battery is all the big guns we-all has, while said Yanks is strong with six full batteries.
"'The battle opens up; we're on a old sugar plantation, an' after manooverin' about a while we settles down to work.

It's that day I has my dreams of carnage realised in full.

I turns loose my six guns with verve an' fervour, an' it ain't time for a second drink before I attracts the warmest attention from every one of the Yankee batteries.
She's shore a scandal the way them gents in bloo does shoot me up! Jest to give you-all a idee: the Yankees slams away at me for twenty minutes; they dismounts two of my guns; they kills or creases forty of my sixty-six men; an' when they gets through you-all could plant cotton where my battery stands, it's that ploughed up.
"'It's in the midst of the _baile_, an' I'm standin' near my number-one gun.