ell's judgment of horse flesh, I asked him to take one of the men with him and pick out one for me. He did so, and sent me a beautiful dapple gray horse which the prisoners informed us had belonged to Colonel Hathaway, who was killed on him in the engagement near Gadsden.
I was very proud of my horse for he was indeed a beautiful animal.
In Rome I met several persons that I knew, among them was Captain Frank Watkins, now of Opelika, who contributed something to my scant wardrobe.
And old Nell, Captain Ferrell's servant, did some washing for me while I slept.
I went to the old store house in Rome where the saddles and bridles belonging to Streight's command had been deposited, to pick me a saddle and bridle, and I never have seen so many saddles and bridles in one pile before or since.
The house was literally full of them.
Here our battery was made horse artillery, cannoneers being mounted on horse-back and having horse holders.
We had planned to have a big time in Rome.