The following is a tale of a rabbit hunt by an artillery unit that went wrong.
Remaind in camp. this camp is nine miles southwest of Fredericksburg and right in a clearing full of dry pine brush piles and rabbits. In attempting to smoke out a rabbit some of our boys set the clearing on fire, and the whole company had to turn out and fight the roaring flames in order to save our pieces and harness from the ravages of the devouring conflagration. After the fire was subdued we took an invoice of our stock to ascertain the damages sustained, and found that we had lost nothing but a few bridles and one or two horse collars.
Needless to say, in the effort to subdue the flames, all the wascally wabbits escaped.