Shooting at each other had begun to be regarded more as a
pastime than otherwise, but the enemy did not seem to regard it in that light,
and had come to be quite shy, so that our men could hardly get a mark to shoot
at, but when they did, five or six bullets would fly at it, and it would be
strange indeed if all of them missed. Today one of our shells dismounted a
rebel gun.
SOURCE: Abstracted from George G. Smith, Leaves from
a Soldier's Diary, p. 67
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