ness was just as strong, the citizens found that their hearts were larger than their houses, and that even Virginia hospitality must have a limit.
Varied, indeed, were the forms one met on every street and road about Richmond.
Here the long-haired Texan, sitting his horse like a centaur, with high-peaked saddle and jingling spurs, dashed by — a pictured guacho. There the western mountaineer, with bearskin shirt, fringed leggings, and the long, deadly rifle, carried one back to the days of Boone and the dark and bloody ground.
The dirty gray and tarnished silver of the muddy-complexioned Carolinian; the dingy butternut of the lank, muscular Georgian, with its green trimming and full skirts; and the Alabamians from the coast, nearly all in blue of a cleaner hue and neater cut; while the Louisiana troops were, as a general thing, better equipped and more regularly uniformed than any others in the motley throng.
But the most remarked dress that flashed among these varied uniforms
son — probably several hundred--had made an attempt to escape the previous night, but the guard of the enemy was so strict that they could not pass out.
The number of the garrison which surrendered was between five thousand and six thousand, of whom there were not more than two thousand effective men for duty.
During the siege about two hundred had been killed and three hundred wounded, besides several deaths from sickness.
Among the officers killed were Colonel Pixley, of Arkansas, Captain Boone, of Louisiana, and Lieutenant Simonton, of the First Mississippi, besides a few others with whose names our informant was not familiar.
The universal feeling in the garrison is, that General Gardner did every thing in his power to foil the enemy and protract the siege, and only succumbed to the direst necessity.
The garrison, too, have made a noble record.
Even the enemy's accounts, upon which we have been entirely dependent for nearly two months, bear testimony to heroism unsurpass
e was in type, Clark has been found dead on the prairie!
He met his fate in returning to Lecompton to close up his business there.
Jones — faithful sheriff — whose recent presence, when the war raged, was indicated by sacked villages or desolated farms, has been recently rewarded still further for his services in Kansas by the Marshalship of Arrizonia Territory.
Clarkson, notorious as a bully and ballot-box stuffer, long held the office of Postmaster of the city of Leavenworth.
Col. Boone, of Westport, who made himself conspicuous, in 1856, in raising ruffian recruits in Missouri, for the purpose of invading Kansas, was Postmaster of that place until he retired from business.
He was succeeded by II.
Clay Pate, the correspondent of the Missouri Republican, a man publicly accused by his own towns-people of robbing the mail, who is known to have sacked a Free-State store at Palmyra, and to have committed numerous other highway robberies.
But, although these facts were not
