'm sent final
with a dispatch from the left to the extreme right of our lines.

"'When we goes into this skrimmage we jumps the Lincoln people somewhat
onexpected. They has their blankets an' knapsacks on, an' as they
frames themse'fs up for the struggle they casts off this yere baggage,
an' thar it lays, a windrow of knapsacks, blankets an' haversacks,
mighty near a half mile in length across the plain. As we-all rebs has
been pushin' the Yankees back a lot, this windrow is now to our r'ar,
an' I goes canterin' along it on my mission to the far right.

"'Without a word of warnin' a Yank leaps up from where he's been
burrowin' down among this plunder an' snaps a Enfield rifle in my face.
I pulls my boss back so he's almost settin' on his hocks; an' between
us, gents, that onexpected sortie comes mighty near surprisin' me plumb
out of the saddle. But the Enfield don't go off none; an' with that
the Yank throws her down an' starts to' run. He shorely does _vamos_
with the velocity of jackrabbits!

"'As soon as me an' my hoss recovers our composure we gives chase.
Bein' the pore Yank is afoot, I runs onto him in the first two hundred
yards. As I comes up, I've got my six-shooter in my hand. I puts the
muzzle on him, sort o' p'intin' between the shoulders for gen'ral
results; but when it comes to onhookin' my weepon I jest can't turn the
trick. It's too much like murder. Meanwhile, the flyin' Yank is
stampedin' along like he ain't got a thing on his mind an' never
turnin' his head.

"'I calls on him to surrender. He makes a roode remark over his
shoulder at this military manoover an' pelts ahead all onabated. Then
I evolves a scheme to whack him on the head with my gun. I pushes my
hoss up ontil his nose is right by that No'thern party's y'ear.
Steadyin' myse'f, I makes a wallop at him an' misses. I invests so
much soul in the blow that missin' that a-way, I comes within' a ace of
clubs of goin' off my hoss an' onto my head. An' still that
exasperatin' Yank goes rackin' along, an' if anything some faster than
before. At that I begins to lose my temper ag'in.

"'I reorganises,--for at the time I nearly makes the dive outen the
stirrups, I pulls the hoss to a stop,--an' once more takes up the
pursoot of my locoed prey. He's a pris'ner fair enough, only he's too
obstinate to admit it. As I closes on him ag'in, I starts for the
second time to drill him, but I can't make the landin'. I'm too young;
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