After the battle of Springfield (Wilson's Creek), Missouri, a regiment of Missouri troops were ordered, much against their inclination, to exchange their shotguns for the muskets captured from the Yankees. One long, lank, leatherly backwoodsman was especially obdurate, but at length consented to obey orders and accept the "single barrel." But nothing could induce him to take the bayonet. "It's bothersome to tote and I can't see the good ev it." Col. P. explained the use of it, and tried to prevail on the obstinate man to keep it. He took the musket, stuck on the bayonet and jabbed away with it experimentally and then drawled out: "Well, Colonel, ef its orders, I 'spose I'se 'bleeged to kerry the stickin' thing. But all them Yankees is Dutch, and if one of them Dutch gits close enough to stick me with one ov these things and he don't run, I will."