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day and Friday, October last, 25th, 26th and 27th, in old Peters- burg, while among the old soldiers with whom I met and talked ga- lore. It was the largest gathering of the "old boys' ' since the war.
This reunion of old comrades, the indulgence of kindly thoughts, the hearty clasping of old hands, it all helps
' 'To lift us unawares Out of our meaner cares."
It is astonishing, when one takes a retrospect of events and inci- dents happening two-score years ago, how fragmentary they come to one's recollection, and how trifling events will "bob" up when those of greater importance seem to be gone forever.
THE KALEIDESCOPE OF WAR MEMORIES.
For instance, I remember after the seven days' fight around Rich- mond, from out of the great quantity of stores we captured and marched over, I had in my haversack a handful of coffee and four inches of spermaceti candle, and at Harper's Ferry just outside of which we were on the morning after the surrender, and after 11,000 or more prisoners marched by us we went into town, out of which I brought only four horses, which I never had an opportunity to use; and does a certain captain now living remember the very small piece of tobacco he swapped for a very large blanket with one of the pris- oners and which had vermin enough on it to carry it into the Poto- mac, without throwing it in, which he did. I say it is astonishing how memory brings up these trivial things, in fact, war besides be- ing "hell" is a kaleidescope of events humorous, and pathetic.
When the Army of Northern Virginia left the vicinity of Rich- mond to enter upon the first Maryland campaign, it was in excellent condition and the march through Virginia at that beautiful time of the year was a treat to the men who had for months been cooped up in trenches.
I have heard it said that there was much straggling in the army on that march and that General Lee's army numbered more within two days after the battle of Sharpsburg than it did the morning of the battle.
I do not recall that it was so with the Fifteenth Virginia Infantry, which I commanded as senior captain, after the loss of two field officers at Malvern Hill, one of them was the gallant Major John Stewart Walker, who was killed, and our gallant Colonel Thomas P. August, wounded.
