e forearm at Winchester, but even while suffering from his inflamed wound continued in command.
At Petersburg he led the 2d Brigade in another desperate charge, and again saw perilous action when the brigades were covering the retreat.
Then Appomattox and surrender came.
There it was Colonel Waggaman's sad honor to surrender all that was left of the 16,000 men who composed the Louisiana brigades.
When they had been drawn up in ranks for the ceremony Colonel Waggaman begged of them the privd him to part with a portion of it. That one was the daughter of his old commander—Miss Mildred Lee.
He gave her, some twelve years ago, a small piece, including one of the stars, and in return received a splendid portrait of her father.
At Appomattox every respect was shown the Louisiana soldiers.
At the surrender they marched with heads as erect as ever.
When they impinged on the line of the conquering enemy the victors shouldered arms with grave faces, on which was neither smile nor cyn