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As the sun sets, a steady rain falls across the mountain, blanketing the valley in murky gray. Over the tree tops, in a clearing below us and to the East, I can see a long, blue line of Federal troops, moving into a bivouac site. Once again, we'll be sleeping within ear shot of Billy Yank. Twilight will go fast because of the weather and there'll be no fires, since the Federals don't know we're here yet. I reckon they'll get an education at dawn. Once again, a chunk of salt pork and some raw corn meal to calm the hunger pangs. Suddenly, between the steady vertical gray streaks, several small, dark and moving dots appear to the far side and right edge of the clearing . . . . shots ring out from our picket line. Guess it may be won't be a quiet night after all.
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