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Well, then, as you have no need of my service, I believe I will go on, though I appreciate your kind attention and will not forget you." He replied: "Go on then, but you will be sorry that you did not remain with Mahone's division."
The denouement, as we shall see later in my story, proved the wis- dom of his words.
We went into camp that night about a mile from the courthouse, were undisturbed during the night, and rising early next morning I rode to the courthouse alone, to view the prospect and to receive my orders. There I found, or rather just before reaching there, a bivouac of officers high in command, one or two generals amongst them, at breakfast around afire, and I recognized Maj. Thos. Branch, who introduced me to several officers whose names I do not remem- ber, and who asked me to breakfast. I politely declined this civility and made known to the major the object of my visit. He could not tell me where General Lee was or where or how I could get further instructions, but I was informed that the train, which, it was ex- pected would be there with rations for the army, had gone on to Richmond through some blunder of somebody, and that it would probably supply the Yankee commissary instead of ours. Worse than that, the railroad for a short distance beyond the courthouse was torn up and probably in the hands of the enemy, and that a fight was imminent and necessary if the army proposed to follow the left, the road parallel to the one on which my little cortege was resting on the right. Indeed, some desultory firing just then began on the left, and there was a general move, the officers going forward
and Major B and I turning back to the road on which I had
spent the night. I found the road filled with a long line of quarter- master wagons, ambulances, stragglers, &c. , and saw that they had been ordered to follow the same road, where there would probably be less interruption from the enemy. I got my wagon, ambulance, buggy, &c. , into line after some scrouging and swearing, and we took up our march, we scarcely knew whither.
Only those who have followed a large army can know how slowly and with how many halts, a wagon-train can move. A broken axle or a balking horse can detain the whole line, as there is rarely af- forded an opportunity for one wagon to turn out and pass another, indeed, the attempt is met with such a storm of obloquy and oppro- brious language that one's nerves become demoralized, if nothing worse.
Being well mounted on a fine black mare, which I got from an
