rly as large as a rabbit, the legs of which were esteemed a great delicacy by my American friends, and appeared every day upon our breakfast-table.
I ate them twice, and found the meat in flavour and appearance very similar to young chicken, but I could never overcome my early prejudice against them,--a little weakness for which I was often derided by my comrades.
An incident now happened to me annoyingly illustrative of the treachery and ingratitude of the negro character.
My servant Scott came to me with an affecting story of the serious illness of his wife, which so excited my sympathy that I not only obtained permission for him to visit his suffering spouse, but supplied him liberally with money, the contributions of myself and companions, to pay the expenses of his journey.
The rascal disappeared, carrying off with him the greater part of my wardrobe, and we never saw him again.
Our days of inaction were now drawing rapidly to an end. General Stuart, having taken a di