He succeeded in breaking away from them and ran under the Dead Line, near where I was sitting in, my tent.

At first it looked as if he had done this to secure the protection of the guard.

The latter--a Twenty-Sixth Alabamian -- ordered him out.

Poll Parrot rose up on his one leg, put his back against the Dead Line, faced the guard, and said in his harsh, cackling voice: "No; I won't go out.

If I've lost the confidence of my comrades I want to die." Part of the crowd were taken back by this move, and felt disposed to accept it as a demonstration of the Parrot's innocence.