d a Federal officer, who began the fight with the brave, the dashing, the gallant and handsome Nat Butler, who was riding the same horse that his brother Thomas was on when killed at Gettysburg.
He w he nursed his young wounded brother.
No man could have been more attentive and kind than he. Nat Butler was my friend and I was his friend; I loved him and he loved me. Among a great many other brav forelock, and was soon mounted on his steed and make good his escape.
After the war, when General Butler was in the Senate, Kilpatrick said to him: When I heard the Rebel yell in my camp I threw up about it until it was all over.
General Hardee crossed the river with his foot-sore veterans.
Butler's rear guard followed leisurely, burning the bridge over Cape Fear river behind them.
Bachman'ser sent me with Private King of the Maryland Line to Raleigh, where I might be with my friend, Nat Butler, who was beloved by staff and couriers alike.
Any man who has served on the cavalry headquart