On the day following the hell of Antietam, the crew of a Confederate battery saw a group of Federal officers riding near, surveying the rebel lines through field glasses. One was conspicuous for his pale horse.
The range was tempting. "Let's give them a shot!" cried one cannoneer.
But a comrade raised his hand: "No, that's General Hunt, the chief of artillery; whenever you see him on his white horse look out for a battery. He's a brave man and I won't fire on him."
He paused a moment and then added, like a good artillerist: "Wait until the battery comes and we'll fire at that!"
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