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ians call this edible. When General Stuart had emptied his coffee-cup — which always put the stout cavalier in a gay humour --he laughed, mounted his horse, and said to me: By the by, suppose you stay here until Hi-ampton comes along; I am going on with Fitz Lee. Tell Hampton to move on steadily on the road to Dover, and show him the way. With these words, the General rode away on the track of General Fitz Lee, and the present writer was left solus, to hold the position alone at Salem. This position, it speedily appeared, was not wholly desirable. The advance division under Lee had pushed on several miles ahead — there was not a single cavalryman beside myself in Salem-and Hampton was several miles behind. To add to the charms of the situation, there were a number of extremely cut-throat looking individuals of the other faction lounging about the porch, eyeing the lonely Confederate askance, and calculating apparently the chance of suppressing him without danger-and th
hard trial. I had already ridden him nearly fifty miles within the last twenty-four hours, and was about to pass over the very same ground almost without allowing him any rest. I galloped on toward Thoroughfare. My bay moved splendidly, and did not seem at all fatigued. He was moving with head up, and pulling at the rein. Good! My gallant bay! I said; if you go on at that rate we'll soon be there! I had not counted on the heat of the July weather, however; and when I got near Salem my bay began to flag a little. I pushed him with the spur, and hurried on. Near Paris he began to wheeze; but I pushed on, using the spur freely, and drove him up the mountain road, and along the gap to the river. This we forded, and in the midst of the terrible heat I hurried on over the turnpike. My bay had begun to pant and stagger at times; but there was no time to think of his condition. I had undertaken to deliver General Beauregard's message; and I must do so, on horseback or