and pointing to him, she said: There is my bag of Yankee bones.
This cousin's name was Elizabeth.
One day when she heard that some Confederate soldiers had been wounded at a distance, she mounted her horse to go and aid them.
On the way the horse took fright at the sound of a gun and threw her against some rocks, badly injuring her in the face.
Her husband, who was very pompous and slow in his language, hearing of the accident, hastened to her, and, entering the room, said: Tell me, Elizabeth, are you defaced?
She made her way, however to the soldiers, and she and my sister had the church in Warrenton turned into a hospital to receive them, and there they were tenderly nursed—but some got 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 Ric