I was sent for, and requested to bring my rifle and see if I could silence them. A place had been fixed for me near where the companies were at work, considerably in advance of any other sharp-shooter. I worked a long time at them, during which time I hit several. After awhile there was but one to be seen; the rest had either been disabled or so badly frightened as to have laid down in the bottom of the ditch for safety. I kept up a fire at the single individual for some time. My balls would strike the ground close to him, and then he would swing his hat in defiance or return my shot. Twice he put his balls within an inch of my head; once a sliver from the timber under which I shot was knocked off and struck me on the head, hurting me considerably. Another ball hit a bayonet that I had placed in the dirt to rest my rifle upon, and, glancing upward, just missed my head. A Lieutenant came along, and I told him what I had been doing. He got upon the earth-works where I was, and, seeing the defiant rebel, asked me to let him try his hand at him. He fired several shots, but with no better success than I had had. By that time it was nearly night, and I had fired at the squad forty-eight shots, so I concluded to give up the shooting of the defiant man as a bad job. The next day the ditch was unoccupied; the experience of the day before had evidently satisfied them. On another occasion, while I was engaged in sharp-shooting, General McPherson and General Logan came into the fortifications, and were watching a party of ten or twelve rebels engaged in digging a ditch. They called me, and General McPherson said: "Bunker, can you shoot into that ditch yonder, where those men are at work? They have been shooting at them with the Parrot rifles, and haven't thrown any shot in there yet." "Yes, I think I can." "Well, try it." I raised my sight to one thousand yards, and fired at the ditch. "There!" said McPherson, looking through his glasses, "you've hit one of them!" "By G--d! they _are_ carrying out one!" said Logan, looking with his glasses. "Try it again," said McPherson. I did try. I fired two more shots into the ditch, and the whole squad ran out and left it. A few days afterward, I chanced to meet General McPherson, who asked me how my ammunition held out. I told him that it was nearly all gone. "Well, Bunker," said he, "come over to my tent day after to-morrow, and I will try to have some on hand for you. I think that I can keep you supplied." In the morning of the day agreed upon, I went over to General McPherson's tent. He was absent; but Colonel ----, Assistant Adjutant-General, was there, who, as soon as I entered, inquired of me what I wanted. "I want to see General McPherson." "What do you want of General McPherson?" "I want to see him about some ammunition." "Who are you?" "I am an Arkansas school-master." "What kind of ammunition do you want?" "Cartridges for one of Henry's repeating rifles."