I remember the blanket had the picture of a "big lion" on it, and it was almost new.

When we fell back, as the Yankee sharpshooters advanced, we left the poor old horse nipping the short, dry grass.

I saw a Yankee skirmisher run up and grab the horse and give a whoop as if he had captured a Rebel horse.

But they continued to advance upon us, we firing and retreating slowly.

We had several pretty sharp brushes with them that day.