was screwed, like our own) were rows of glass-houses gleaming

the enemy's line. Under no circumstances was he to deploy the

battalion, but charge in column right through whatever he came upon,

and report to me in front of Booneville, if at all possible for him

to get there. If he failed to break through the enemy's line, he was

to go ahead as far as he could, and then if any of his men were left,

and he was able to retreat, he was to do so by the same route he had

taken on his way out. To conduct him on this perilous service I sent

along a thin, sallow, tawny-haired Mississippian named Beene, whom I