week afterwards a cadet sergeant passed, escorting a newly-arrived cadet to his quarters.
The personal appearance of the stranger was so remarkable as to attract the attention of several of us, who were standing near and chatting together.
Burkett Fry, A. P. Hill, and George Pickett, all Virginians, and destined to be distinguished generals, made our group.
The new cadet was clad in gray homespun, a waggoner's hat, and large, heavy brogans; weather-stained saddlebags were over his shoulderlling that it caused me to regret having made them, and I rejoined my companions with criticisms brief and emphatic as to his intellectual endowments.
Days and weeks went by, with no change in the spap-shot estimate then imparted.
One evening, Fry and Hill and I were lolling upon our camp bedding, the evening police were going on, and Cadet Jackson, from Virginia, was upon duty about our tent, when I, desirous again to be affable and playful with our countryman, lifted the tent wall, and ad