"Dere was one Arkansas regiment over dere where you see de tents, a Mississippi regiment dere, another dere, two Tennessee regiments here, and lots more over de river."
"Why didn't you run with them?"
"I was sick, you see" (she could only speak in a whisper); "besides, I wasn't afraid—only ob de shots. I just thought if dey didn't kill me I was all right."
"Where is General Tilghman?"
"You folks has got him—him and de whole garrison inside de fort."
"You don't seem to feel very badly about it."
"Not berry, mass'r!"—with a fresh rub of the hands and a grin all over her sable face.
Scenes in the Captured Fortress.
In the fort, the magazine was torn open, the guns completely shattered, and the ground stained with blood, brains, and fragments of flesh. Under gray blankets were six corpses, one with the head torn off and the trunk completely blackened with powder; others with legs severed and breasts opened in ghastly wounds. The survivors, stretched upon cots, rent the air with groans.