t of yesterday's proceedings with the liveliest interest.
The Quartermaster of the army, Colonel Corley, having received a large supply of common English boots of yellow leather for officers and men, I seized the opportunity of purchasing a pair for the very moderate sum of sixteen dollars, and threw them across the pommel of my saddle, where they seemed almost as huge as the seven-league boots of the pantomime.
Just as I was returning home I had the good fortune to encounter Lieutenant Channing Price, of our Staff, who had come to headquarters on a special bootmission of his own, and we enjoyed a most delightful ride back to The Bower through the woods, then gay with autumnal tinges.
For days afterwards there was perfect quiet at our headquarters.
No cannonade shook the air, and the lazy, listless life we led was in harmony with the serenity of the season, which charmed us with the repose and loveliness of the American Fall. The wooded hills and rich fields around The Bowe
ommendation of my report, Fitz Lee's brigade, which for months had been having a comparatively good time, was at once ordered to relieve Hampton's command; and Stuart wishing personally to hold a final inspection of the two brigades, Pelham, Lieutenant Price, and myself, were on the 17th ordered to proceed to Culpepper, where the General and the rest of his Staff would join us next day. We set off in the midst of a snow-storm, which increased in violence every hour.
The snow ere long lay a footd friend of yours I am, or what you are doing when you are about to treat us in this way. That gentleman there (pointing to me) is the great General Lee himself; the other one is the French ambassador just arrived from Washington (this alluded to Price, who, being lately from Europe, and much better equipped than the rest, had rather a foreign appearance); and I am a staff-officer of the General's, who is quite mad at being kept waiting outside so long after riding all this way on purpose to s
at the enemy's cannon had full time to continue its havoc to a most fearful extent, covering the road with dead and wounded.
That Jackson and Stuart with their officers escaped was nothing short of miraculous, the only exception being Major Channing Price of our Staff, who was struck a few paces from me by a piece of shell.
imagining that, as no bone was broken, the wound was not dangerous, he remained at his post till he fainted in his saddle from the loss of blood, and had ition of our encampment being quite close to the house whither our wounded comrade had been conveyed, General Stuart accompanied us thither to look after his comforts and nurse him during the night.
Sad was the intelligence that awaited us; poor Price was dying.
The fragment of shell had severed a principal artery, and, the bleeding not having been stopped in time, he was rapidly and hopelessly sinking.
It was a cruel spectacle to see the gallant young fellow stretched on his deathbed surrou