Do not doubt the war cry of the miniature dachshund. Daisy has a squirrel treed. Dottie comes in to take a look but isn't all that interested.
The squirrel, of course, ignored the dog and blithely went on eating the apricots.
The Indiana and the Illinois units came over the barricade north of the railroad and captured a gun. Private James S. Adkins of the 33rd Illinois, exhilarated by the bloodless victory, leaped astride the gun tube, waved his elbows up and down at his sides, and crowed like a rooster. Then, curious, he tugged at the lanyard. The gun went off, hurling a shell close over the heads of the units coming up in support, and bucking Adkins head over heels into the dirt. Miraculously, no one was hurt.
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