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Title: Wearing of the gray; being personal portraits, scenes and adventures of the war
Year: 1867 (1860s)
Authors: Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886
Subjects: United States -- History Civil War, 1861-1865 Personal narratives, Confederate
Publisher: New York, E.B. Treat & Co. Baltimore, J.S. Morrow, (etc., etc.)
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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d Hardeman, who were in sight, and they came ridingdown. We then opened the gate, and all five of us pushedtowards the three Yankees, who, instead of running, as I ex-pected, drew up in line to receive our charge—the rascals! Wegalloped at them, and they held their fire until we got withinfive yards of them, when bang! bang! bang! went their revolv-ers at us. We replied, and in a minute were right in the middleof them with the sabre, ordering them to surrender. They obeyed, and I thought the fight was over, when sud-denly one of the scoundrels put his pistol right in my face andfired—so close that the powder burned my ear ; here is the markstill. As he fired he dashed off, and two of our men pushed tocut him off from the gate. I was mad enough, as you mayunderstand ; and I rode at him, full speed. When he saw him-self thus surrounded, he lowered his sabre which he had drawn,and called out that he would surrender, I rode up to him, andshook my fist at him, gritting my teeth. -; ^(^
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ADVENT CRES OF DARRELL. 423 You scoundrel! I exclaimed. You black-hearted vil-lain ! to fire on me after surrendering! I am almost tempted toblow your brains out with mj pistol! He made no reply ; and telling the men to take charge ofhim I turned to ride back. I had not gone ten steps before Iheard a sudden cry behind me, and looking hastily round, I sawone of the men falling from the saddle, with one arm thrown up,as if to ward off a blow. He had tried to do so, but failed.The infernal scoundrel of a Yankee had, after surrender, sud-denly cut the man over the head with his sabre, and runningagainst the other, nearly knocked him from his horse! Instead of running, the rascal then turned his attention tome, and made a wipe at me as his horse darted by, which justgrazed my head. He might perhaps have got off if he hadtried, then ; but he came at me again, riding right down with hissabre ready. I saw my chance, then, and just as he was driving at me, Ilevelled my pistol and fired. The ba

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