The men were sticking up ramrods and betting on the number of minutes they would last.

No ramrod stood more than ten minutes.

Martin Culpepper threw up his hat five times before a bullet hit it; but he went bareheaded the rest of the day, and John Barclay, in sheer fear, began to dig a hole under him.

After he had been on his belly for an hour, Henry Schnitzler got tired and rose.

The men begged him to lie down.