"Hello, Hampton, I'll bet you ten dollars that my
rooster can whip yours!". cries a soldier across the way, “Well, done!”
replies Hampton of Company K, and a crowd of soldiers assembles, sprinkled
considerably with shoulder straps—the fight commences; they show pluck-show
that they have been well trained, but Hampton's rooster gets vanquished, so
decide the judges. Thus the weary hours are killed in the camp of the Seventh.
SOURCE: Daniel Leib Ambrose, History of the Seventh Regiment
Illinois Volunteer Infantry, p. 133