rious conflict against infantry.
By 8 o'clock, the foot had made a distance of some ten or eleven miles, and reached the railway station and little village called Upton's from its proprietor, a notorious rebel, who has influence enough to drag the whole neighborhood with him into the ranks of Jeff. Davisdom.
Here Col. Buckley dets of down, throw themselves down on the bare earth, and go cheerfully to sleep.
I heard one say to another, "Well, S — let us go back and tumble a couple of Mrs. Rebel Upton's fine feather beds?" "What!" was the response, "and leave my men to go to h — ll, in case of a night attack?
No, I shall stay here." "Then where do you inte all the better and truer soldier for his culture and refinement.
But as "our own" had no military duties to prevent his showing his high appreciation of Mrs. R. Upton's superior and most excellent house winery, he and an aristocratic and exclusive circle of artists and reporters returned to the headquarters of secession, bea