One of his songs, that he sang over and over, until it made mother frantic nervous, was: "Said the first little devil to the second little devil, 'Give me some tobaccy from your old tobaccy box.' Said the second little devil to the first little devil, 'Stick close to your money and close to your rocks, An' you'll always have tobaccy in your old tobaccy box.'" I was sitting directly alongside of him, holding the baby, when the attack burst on us.

It was sundown, and I was staring with all my eyes at Silas Dunlap who was just in the final act of dying.

His wife, Sarah, had one hand resting on his forehead.

Both she and her Aunt Martha were crying softly.

And then it came--explosions and bullets from hundreds of rifles.