to the brush, nor an outcome of the philosophy of those who were there. A pistol shot says in so many words: “Something is coming, is creeping, is crawling, is about—look out!”
The Federals heard this one—just as pertinent and as intelligible as any that was ever fired—but they failed to interpret aright this significant language of the ambuscade, and they su
twelve o’clock. Chickens were crowing in every direction. The north wind had risen high and was blowing as a winter wind always blows when there are shelterless men abroad in a winter night.
The house, a rickety frame house, was two stories high, with two windows on the north and two on the south.
George Maddox looked in at one of these windows and counted fourteen men, some well advanced in liquor and some sober and silent and confiden
tial with the women. None were vigilant. The six upstairs were neither seen nor counted.
At first it was difficult to proceed upon a plan of action. All the Federals were armed, and twenty armed men holding a house agains
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