... the bivouac-fire, of the rude robber and gipsy of the olden time. We managed the fording of the Potomac without trouble or delay, and arrived late in the night at the little town of Sharpsburg. General Stuart had fixed his headquarters at the house of Dr G., where we stretched our weary limbs on the floor of the entrance-hall, using our saddles for pillows. General Lee was now in readiness to me...