nnals of Richmond.
What must have been the pride of these brave old captains, who saw in their ranks none but equals, what their confidence who knew if an emergency arose every man would answer the call of the bugle!
This pathetic story of Dick Gaines, the black bugler of the troop, is told by Mr. Sublett: Do you remember, he says, our noted horn-blower?
After the Southampton war he went crazy on music.
He used to walk the streets of Richmond blowing a fife, as if his whole soul was in its made of their service by the newspapers of that period.
Nothing worthy of note occurred during the march of the Richmond troops southward, save this ludicrous incident, which was told me many years ago by one of Captain Randolph's men:
Dick Gaines, the aforesaid black bugler, having gone beyond the troop as they were passing through a thick wood, fell unawares upon an ambush of patrollers, who, seeing a horseman, booted and spurred, and mistaking him for General Nat. Turner, or other bl