t well and others went to their eternal reward.
Again events were hurrying forward, but not as at the beginning of the year 1861, when we all entered Richmond with such bright hopes.
But the final catastrophy was delayed for a while yet. Colonel Dahlgren determined to make a raid upon Richmond, and when the news reached us, all there was to oppose him was a force of local soldiery and a battalion of department clerks.
The members of Congress shouldered guns and mounted guard around Richmond.
But the small force of department clerks and unskilled soldiers were a match for Dahlgren, and averted the plot he had formed to pour fire upon the devoted capital of the Confederacy.
But we soldiers were hungry, said Mr. Semmes. I had had nothing to eat all day, and the heartiest meal I ever enjoyed was a piece of dry bread and a raw onion that I asked of an old market woman as she passed me where I was keeping guard.
That was the best onion I ever ate in my life.
Dark days were coming, h