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When at last we saw real enemies , two platoons coming into full view below us , we shot them all to pieces . An umpire told them that they were dead , whereupon they formed in line and went through the manual of arms , to get themselves warm . Then we were collected and marched back , triumphant . It seems that we were told that if we held our line till one o'clock , we won . It was past the hour , and our victory was complete . We marched to camp in good spirits , being especially pleased to hear the major -LRB- the opposing major ! -RRB- compliment Captain Kirby on the excellence of his trench .