"Then I reckon you have seen General Winne. But don't you think you fellows did a lot of careless shooting around there?"
"Wa'al, we pumped some lead the best we knew how, but were you careless enough to be standing around in that country when shooting was going on?" asked Shorty.
"There's a bullet inside of me that once in a while tells me that mebbe I wasn't in jest the right place."
"What company were you in?" asked Shorty.
"I was fooling around a little with the Twentieth Maine," was the reply.
Ferd Lee had been a quiet but interested listener. One of our boys, without turning his head remarked that Lee just behind him did some business in the Wilderness.
"Lee? That's a good Virginia name. But you were not in our Brigade, were you?"
"No," replied Ferd. "I loafed around a few years with the Second Wisconsin in the Iron Brigade."
Shorty instantly rose to his feet, and approaching Ferd said, "I have surely met you before, sir. Although I hate the Yankees, I respect the bravery of the men in your Brigade, and I want to shake your hand."
Ferd rose, took the hand of the Confederate veteran, and they looked into each other's eyes as the firelight flickered in their faces, when Ferd said, "No men ever fought better than yours did."