ies at the depot with a number of rifles and saddles.
As we rode up, the building was beset with grinning dragoons, each munching, with great content, a large apple, whereof they found several barrels which had been intended for the comfort of Mr. Stuart's dashing knights.
I was surprised at the good conduct of the gypsy-looking men. They insulted no one, broke nothing, and only took a few green peaches, which, I fancy, amply revenged themselves.
Culpeper is a really decent place, with a bricorly clad and was an uneducated person, but I never saw any one more at ease, while, at the same time, perfectly innocent and natural.
You fellers was the way in which he designated General Meade and two other major-generals.
When asked where Zeb Stuart was, he replied, with a high degree of vagueness: Somewheres back here, along with the boys. . . .
Headquarters Army of Potomac October 19, 1863
It seems to me I had got to Sunday morning, the 11th, when we began to march back.