The suggestion was applauded and insisted upon. Whether Griffith blushed or not, it was much too dark to see; but after a little chaffing he consented to tell the story. Just as he began Billy Goodwin, who always wanted to gamble on everything, offered to bet three to one that he would never finish. “Shut up, Goodwin,” said Johnny Garrett, “and let him begin, anyhow. If he don’t get through by the middle of the night, I’ll negotiate the bet with you.” Thereupon Griffith began. “Well, ’taint much of a story--only a bear story.” “Bet two to one he never gets to the bear,” said the incorrigible Goodwin. “Be quiet, will you?” cried some one at the right of the company. The man next to him mistook this adjuration for a command sent down the line; so, to the astonishment of everybody to the left of us, the word was passed from mouth to mouth: “_Be quiet, will you! Be quiet, will you! Be quiet, will you!_” “Well,” said Griffith, “’twas about six year ago, or maybe seven. No, lemme see--’twas the same year that Jim Coffee married Mirandy Adams. Must have been eight year ago, I s’pose.” Just then came the order down the line: “Perfect silence! Enemy advancing!” The next minute a line of bayonets broke out of the fog in front of us, and a flaring fire blazed forth in our faces. The charge upon us was a determined one, and for full three minutes it required all our efforts to repel it. After that the artillery silenced all conversation by pouring a shower of shot and shell into the retiring assailants. “Still ready to make that bet,” said Billy Goodwin. But Griffith began again undaunted. He was a phlegmatic person, whose mind was never driven from its not very large purposes by any shock--even that of a shower of canister. “Well, as I wuz a-sayin’, it wuz about six or eight year ago--it don’t really matter, I s’pose, how long ago it wuz--” “No,” said Billy Goodwin, “let her rip.” “Well, as I wuz a-sayin’--” Just then the enemy charged again. Griffith had captured a Henry rifle two days before, in the battle of the Wilderness, and it was loaded with fourteen ball cartridges. With that deliberation which characterized him in everything, he delivered those fourteen shots in the face of the enemy, who by that time had retired. Then he turned and began to fill the magazine of his rifle again, saying: “Well, you see, as I wuz a-sayin’, Peter Coffee he taken a cawntract for a bridge over Tye River. Now Peter always pertended that he knew how to lay out bridge work. Of course I knew better. I’d been to Fletcher Massie’s school with him, and I knew just how little ’rithmetic he knew. Fletch, he carried me through the rule o’ three, and you can’t lay out bridge work till you’ve _bin_ through the rule o’ three.” The day was dawning, and just then came an order for us to move to the right, the extreme right, four or five miles away. We marched at once. Grant was making his celebrated move by the left flank.