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I must tell you of a little skirmish we had with the enemy while on picket. A few mornings ago on nearing the picket lines to relieve them we heard of the attack and no small amount of fighting being done the night before, our position was along the edge of a cane brake, which is covered with water, so that the enemy had the advantage by being consealed, as well as in numbers. During the day all was comparatively quiet, but before darkness had spread its gloom over the Swamp, the attack was commenced on the out-posts, they stood bravely, run they would not