"Did he hit him?"
"Hit him right in the forehead."
"Good! GOOD! GOOD!"
"And the stone sank deep into his head—"
"How the bits of brass must a-flew, though."
"No, the great big man had uncovered his face and eyes so he could see his little foe better, maybe, and the good Lord helped the youth to sling the stone right here."
"Wasn't that splendid?"
"And down he went flat on the ground with his great sword and spear and his shiny brass hat and dress, and the man that was with him, he was so scared, he screamed at the top of his voice and ran back as fast as his feet could carry him, and all the giant's big army ran, and the other general—"
"General Sherman?"
"No, NO, child; it was years and years ago."