SHERMAN. Order five batteries from the Chief of Artillery to the ridge on the right of the attack. Open at once. Tell Schofield to shift his reserves to Howard’s support at once. (_Firing gradually increases._) Here comes the Artillery! Halcom can never stop that charge! Tell McClernard to double-quick. They will be overpowered. My God! The whole rebel army is upon him! This is a surprise! What have the advance guard been doing? A splendid charge, McClernard, on my honor. (_Enter Orderly excitedly, R. U. E._) ORDERLY. Gen. Halcom is wounded and a prisoner! SHERMAN. Orderly, my horse! (_To Operator._) Order a double-quick advance all along the line. Order Kilpatrick to attack their right with all the cavalry. Tell Schofield the double stars to the first Brigadier inside the enemy’s works. ORDERLY. (_Entering L. U. E._) Your horse, sir. OPERATOR. Orders all right, sir. SHERMAN. (_To Operator._) Now move to the hill on the right of the attack. (_Sherman springs into the saddle and gallops off, R. Ord. and Operator leave R. U. E. Firing recedes. Enter Barney, R. U. E., with three old muskets strapped to his back, driving three rebel prisoners ahead of him._) BARNEY. Hip now, or I blow thim heads off ye. (_Arriving in centre._) Stop now. (_All halt._) Look at me. (_All turn their heads only._) Look round with the whole of ye or I break thim necks off ye. (_All front._) You don’t know much, do ye? I guess not. You don’t know any educashun, do ye? Hey? I have heard about that. You don’t know’ any readin’ or writin’, do you? Hey? I have heard about that. When Abe Linken tells you, go home and behave yourself, you would fight about that, would ye? You don’t know Abe Linken, I guess. He would bat the divil out of ye. He told me to shoot any blackguards lookin’ as bad as ye. Do you mind that? Have you got any bottles in your pockets? You h’aint? (_Prepares to shoot, when all rush up, and each gives him a bottle._) Don’t you stop like that again, or I bat you. You don’t know Bin Butler? I guess you don’t. You better give four dollars you don’t. He would break your damn heads off ye. (_Pointing L._) Walk that way now, or I blows the hell’s blazes out of ye. (_Exit all, L., to Yankee Doodle. Enter Sally, R. U. E., a big horse pistol in one hand, and a gigantic bowie knife in the other, her male attire covered with a water-proof cloak._) SALLY. (_Feeling of her arms, &c._) I wonder if I’m broke anywhere. Jints all workin’! Now hain’t I got a lounder for the Pordunk Cultivater! Never got so excited in my life. Hez. is just inflated. He’s struttin’ about the picket line askin’ ’em to send along somethin’ bigger. (_A shot, R. Sally dashes to R. wings and listens._) Gorry! I thought that was another fight. (_Sings._)