to the postoffice at Culpepper Court-house, came in after supper, bringing me the first letters I had received from home since my departure for America.
Stretched out upon the damp ground, I became so much absorbed in reading them by the fitful glare of the fire, that my blanket caught from the embers without my perceiving it, and was in rapid combustion when Stuart called out to me, Von, what are you doing there?
Are you going to burn yourself like an Indian widow?
8th, 9th, and 10th November.
Early the following morning we left our beds of mud and snow, and moved to the Hazel river, where we awaited the further approach of the enemy in line of battle, on the high hills which line the Culpepper shore near Rixeville.
But everything remaining perfectly quiet, Stuart and myself crossed the river to look after the enemy, whom we found to be encamped near Jefferson, manifesting no intention of a further advance.
Having satisfied ourselves upon this, we at once returned to our