“Shut your trap about picnics, Ace,” said another man, “You make me too damn hungry!” He sighed out loud. “We had enough of a picnic at Chancellorsville,” He said. “I ain’t felt right in my stummick since. Can you make ’em out?” “Sure,” said Ace, “but they’re pretty far.”

“Wonder who we’ll get? That bunch we got yesterday Was a mean-shootin’ bunch.” “Now don’t you worry,” said Ace, “We’ll get plenty.” The other man sighed again. “Did you see that darky woman selling hot pies, Two days ago, on the road?” he said, licking his lips, “Blackberry pies. The boys ahead got a lot And Jake and me clubbed together for three. And then Just as we were ready to make the sneak, Who comes up with a roar but the provost-guard? Did we get any pies? I guess you know if we did. I couldn’t spit for an hour, I felt so mad. Next war I’m goin’ to be provost-guard or bust.”