A GOOD ANECDOTE is told of a lad on one of the Union gunboats. The vessel was just going into action, and our soldier was upon his knees, when an officer sneeringly asked him if he was afraid?
“No, I was praying,” was the response.
“Well, what were you praying for?”
“Praying,” said the soldier, “that the enemy’s bullets may be distributed the same way as the prize money is, principally among the officers.”