nd our camp, I left my bivouac-fire to attend the session of the court.
Winding for miles along uncertain paths, I at length arrived at the court-ground at Round Oak church.
Day after day it had been our duty to try the gallant soldiers of that army charged with violations of military law; but never had I on any previous occasion been greeted by such anxious spectators as on that morning awaited the opening of the court.
Case after case was disposed of, and at length the case of The Confederate States vs. Edward Cooper was called — charge, desertion.
A low murmur rose spontaneously from the battle-scarred spectators as a young artilleryman rose from the prisoners' bench, and, in response to the question, Guilty or not guilty?
answered, Not guilty.
The Judge-Advocate was proceeding to open the prosecution, when the court, observing that the prisoner was unattended by counsel, interposed and inquired of the accused, Who is your counsel?
He replied, I have no counsel.