They drove us out of our tents and huts, into one corner, under the pretense of hunting axes and spades, but in reality to steal our blankets, and whatever else they could find that they wanted, and to break down and injure our huts, many of which, costing us days of patient labor, they destroyed in pure wantonness.
We were burning with the bitterest indignation.

A tall, slender man named Lloyd, a member of the Sixty-First Ohio--a rough, uneducated fellow, but brim full of patriotism and manly common sense, jumped up on a stump and poured out his soul in rude but fiery eloquence: "Comrades," he said, "do not let the blowing of these Rebel whelps discourage you; pay no attention to the lies they have told you to-day; you know well that our Government is too honorable and just to desert any one who serves it; it has not deserted us; their hell-born Confederacy is not going to succeed.

I tell you that as sure as there is a God who reigns and judges in Israel, before the Spring breezes stir the tops of these blasted old pines their Confederacy and all the lousy graybacks who support it will be so deep in hell that nothing but a search warrant from the throne of God Almighty can ever find it again.

And the glorious old Stars and Stripes--" Here we began cheering tremendously.

A Rebel Captain came running up, said to the guard, who was leaning on his gun, gazing curiously at Lloyd: "What in -- -- are you standing gaping there for?
Why don't you shoot the -- -- -- -- Yankee son---- -- - -- --- ?" and snatching the gun away from him, cocked and leveled it at Lloyd, but the boys near jerked the speaker down from the stump and saved his life.
We became fearfully, wrought up.