nd did successfully flank both armies, and actually caught up with us at the point where the roads forked.
We had stopped for the night at Strayhorn's, nine miles from Hillsboro.
This was a long, low farm house on the south side of the Hillsboro road, the stables, barns and lot being on the north side of the road.
Here the staff horses were being fed and attended to, the officers of the staff doing their own feeding and such rubbing as the horses got. My servant, Lambert Owens, who had followed me faithfully throughout the war, and was as good a Confederate soldier as we had, though the blackest negro I ever saw, was engaged with my horses, which was the reason I was able to be sitting on the veranda of the Strayhorn residence and talking to the chief.
Raising my eyes, and looking up the road, I exclaimed:
Yonder comes the commissioners!
when General Hampton rose from his seat to walk out to the front gate, saying simply, Introduce me.
I went out with hi