Thank you gentlemen one and all and Ned Simms too. As Ned well knows that squirrel saved me more than once when I was a Yank. He is a dead aim with a rock or a peanut and plunked Ned square between when he was sneaking around my camp up near Taney Town looking to steal the PA. Bucktails' whiskey ration. Rocky earned an extra shot of rye that night and was found passed out and nearly made into squirrel pot pie by those Irish Brigade boys next morning before he was recognized for the true hero he is. Ned is also well aware of the true identity of that moose, none other than General Bull Moose hisself, still recovering from the nasty wounds inflicted on his person at Cowens Gap. Not unemployed at all, he has followed me south to offer his services to Confederacy. As for the baths why Gen. Simms after all those years of locating your positions by the odor's wafting over hill and dale we just assumed this is the way Rebs are supposed to smell.
