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Nesbitt Memorial Library Journal
that horse eat soap seemingly with a much rel-
ish as he did corn) and mistaking the horse for
mine he immediately called me at the top of his
voice; the wind was coming down from the
north at that time at the rate of about fifty miles
an hour and I had a good warm birth in the
middle, with Bill and John David and George
Little on one side and Pete and Suff Clapp and
Dock Walker on the other, it was awful cold
and I hated to get up and if I had known that he
wanted to whip me, I would not have gotten
up, for just at that time I world not have gotten
up in the cold for two whippings; bat that voice
kept calling "Bill Davidson, oh Bill Davidson."
It sounded like he was in distress, and as I was
really the only one in the company that had
ever shown him any courtesy (and I really felt
sorry for the fellow) although Bill David on
one side and Suff Clapp on the other told me to
lie still, yet I got up and went to him, when I
got to where he was, said I, what is it Slater?
said he, pointing to the ground look there, I
looked and could see nothing and replied, well,
I've looked and see nothing there, said he, no
that's what's the matter, your horse has eat it
all up, and you turned him loose just to eat up
my rations; and right there I did a very foolish
thing, and my advice to future generations is
never in the whole course of your earthly pil-
grimage from early youth to hoary age to do
such a foolish thing; I called that big six-footer
a liar, and immediatley there was an earthquake,
or a streak of lightening, or a clap of thunder,
at any rate I saw about forty millions of stars
and keeled over backwards, I got up and tried
to get to him but his fist kept in my way so that
I could not do it, in the mean time the boys had
all formed a circle aound us all crying hurrah
for me and keeping everybody from parting us
in order that I might give him a good beating
but I was not whipping him worth a cent; fi-
nally Lt. Wright come upon the scene and
orderd us to be taken to the guardhouse, I was
perfectly willing to go, infact I would have been
willing to go almost any where to get out of
that scrape. I told Slater however that 1 would
whip him if he was the last man in the world,
and he replied that he would make me make
my word good. I told the boys that I was thor-
oughly convinced that they were mistaken about
Slater's not fighting. We will see more of Slater
in the battle of Val Verde which shows what
mistakes some people can make in supposing
that a man is a coward and wont fight because
he is slow to anger and hates to deal in bicker-
ing and strife, the results of the matter was
Kindred's horse eat up Slater's rations. I got
Kindred's beating and Slater and myself do not
We are now if front of Fort Craig, our pick-
ets to-day exchange shots with the enemie's
pickets, they killed my mule to-day over a half
mile off with a minnie rifle, the fellow was ac-
tually so far off that while I could see the smoke
of his gun yet I could not hear the report of it.
This thing of shooting at each other is becom-
ing a common thing now, an every day occur-
rence and some body is bound to get hurt soon.
The boys are utilizing the hides of all the
beeves that are killed, and all the horses that
die in making sandals for themselves, or shoes
for their horses.
Col. Rieley has been sent off somewhere
with secret orders, which leaves It. Col. Scurry
in command of the 4th Regt. and leaves Col.
Green the senior colonel in the brigade.
On Feb. 8th we thought the ball was going
to open, the whole brigade was marched up in
front of Fort Craig and formed in line of battle,
in plain view of and about a mile south of the
fort; the Yanks did not seem to be scared a bit,
the fact is I am begining to think they are not at
all afraid, but marched out and formed a line
of battle facing and between /2 and 3/4 of a mile
from us; they run up their flag on the mast within
the fort and cheered like they were trying to
spilt their throats, we waved our flag and gave
them a round yell; and now let's look at the
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