"We soon found ourselves marching in the direction of Greenfield, with loaded guns and pistols primed, bristling bayonets and drawn scimitars glittering in the rising sun beams.
"The tents of the Greenfield regiments were surrounded and their officers ordered to appear.... Our commander advanced and addressed them, telling them he understood they were in a state of mutiny and had threatened to go home....
"A gaunt hoosier-looking Captain replied that the mosquitoes were sucking all their blood, and that they had not even a [negro] to bring them water from the spring when they were sick; that they were not used to such hardships & he'd be darned if they would put up with it any longer."
Wonder What Happened Next? --Brock-Perry
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