tlett's Station were greenbacks and gold.
As these were contained in solid iron safes, of which the key had been lost, it was not the easiest matter in the world to get at them.
It was thought, however, a profitable employment of our earliest leisure to investigate General Pope's sub-treasury, and our men had been hammering away at the safes for some time without result, when General Stuart turned round to me and said, laughingly, If nobody can open these strong boxes, we must call on Major Armstrong (a nickname he had given me) to assist us.
Accepting the banter at once, I delivered a few heavy blows upon the safes with a serviceable axe, which laid them open, amid the loud cheers of our soldiers, who, with their accustomed idle curiosity, had formed a large circle round us. Two boxes of excellent cigars, which the Yankee Quartermaster had kept in this place of security, doubtless as the Cockney at the French custom-house expressed it, pour fumigation luimeme, fell to me as my sha