You don't suppose they saw your flag?
No. It was hidden by the trees; but a shot came uncomfortably near us. It struck the water, and ricochetted not three yards off. A little nearer, and it would have shortened me by a head, and the Colonel by two feet.
That would have been a sad thing for you; but a miss, you know, is as good as a mile, said the Judge, evidently enjoying the joke.
We hear Grant was in the boat that followed yours, and was struck while at dinner, remarked Captain Hatch, the Judge's adjutant — a gentleman, and about the best-looking man in the Confederacy.
Indeed! Do you believe it?
I don't know, of course; and his looks asked for an answer.
We gave none, for all such information is contraband.
We might have told him that Grant, Butler, and Foster examined their position from Mrs. Grover's house — about four hundred yards distant--two hours after the rebel cannon-ball danced a break-down on the Lieutenant-General's dinner-table.
We were then