“Will you trade coffee for tobacker?”
“Yes; throw it over, and we will throw over enough coffee to pay for it.”
We waited in expectation a little while, then a warning came,—
“Look out there, Yanks!”
All stepped back out of danger. A cloth that had once been white, but had evidently been in the trenches, came over filled with a lot of the most abominable tobacco I had ever seen.
After due inspection, the cloth was shaken a few times and filled with coffee, and a warning cry given,—
“Look out, Rebs!” and over the coffee went.
“All right; thanks;” and the firing was resumed.
There was, I learned afterwards, trading all along the lines.