I'm sure thet ef I thot the Rebels war gwine ter whip our men I'd never want ter see the sun rise ter-morrer.

Good-by; we're all in the hands o' Him who seeth even the sparrer's fall." Fortner led the mare a little ways, to where he could get a good view, and then said: "Thet second line o' fires which ye see over thar is our lines--them fires I mean which run up inter the woods.

The fust line is the Rebels.
Ye'll go right out this road heah tell ye git outside the town, an' then turn ter yer right an' make fur the Stone River.

Ford hit or swim your mar' acrost, an' make yer way thru or round the Rebel line.

Ef ye find a good road, an' everything favorable ye mout try ter make yer way strait thru ef ye kin fool the gyards with yer story.