gan in the lower Valley, while the other two men were now several weeks off duty.
Once more he repeated, and with very suggestive movement and emphasis, without varying in the least the form of his order: If one of you don't go immediately I'll put you all in irons.
Captain Baker was alarmed for me, and taking me by the arm, told me I had said enough; that the General was cross that night.
I had about concluded I had said enough, too. I went away from there, as Bill Nye once said in a situation that was threatening.
Taking a watchman along with me, I was in Staunton before morning, and applied to my good friend, William A. Burke, depot agent, for a hand-car.
Not one to be found.
Try at Fishersville.
And as we pressed on on horseback, followed by my one-horse wagon with office supplies, the sun shone forth brightly after the all-night rain; the streets in Staunton were filled with church-goers looking very pretty; then a little later, as we