anchor, when a lady from Georgia professing to be in the secret service of the Confederate States, under orders from the War Department at Richmond to proceed to New York with important dispatches, made her appearance and requested to be allowed to cross the river under our escort. On being examined by Lieutenant Bowie for proof of her loyalty to the South and the truth of her statement concerning her mission, our little heroine pronounced the shibboleth so clearly that she was permitted to pass under the suspended ear of corn with us. Oars were now dipped and we were soon well out in the stream. The night was clear and cold, necessitating our keeping a close watch on the enemy's gunboats, which were much in evidence and on the alert; being watchful ourselves, however, we were enabled to make the run without being detected by the lynxeyed Yankees, effecting a landing at the ‘Big Walnut,’ Charles county, Md., eight miles below Port Tobacco. After concealing his boat in the bushes, Long guided us to the house of a Southern sympathizer, who received us kindly and otherwise conduced to our comfort by giving us quarters for the night and a good hot breakfast in the morning. Here we parted with the heroine of our story, whom, I regret to say, I have not since heard from. Having said good-bye to the lady and gentleman of the house, we took up a position in a quiet spot in the woods overlooking the river, where we could see without being seen by the enemy. It was an ideal morning and full of beauty. I shall never forget the impression it made upon me. A poet could draw a beautiful word-picture from what was presented to our eyes. The sun was just peeping through the boughs of the trees that fringed the shore, his pencils of light leaped over, flirted with and painted in gorgeous colors the waves wherever they touched. In contrast with what we left in Virginia, all was quiet along the Potomac; not a sound was to be heard save the swish of the waves against the pebbled beach. The bosom of the river was dotted with white-winged vessels going to and from the various marts of the country. About a cable's length from shore rode at anchor the sloop upon which we had an evil eye, her crew little dreaming of our designs upon her. It was the Lieutenant's purpose to board this boat at a given hour that night, but shortly before the appointed time to carry his purpose into execution, he decided that he could conduct his expedition more successfully with a smaller force than the one he started with from Virginia; therefore he would not need a larger boat than Long's for his purpose. Five more men were needed to complete
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Lane 's Corps of sharpshooters.
A secret-service episode [from the Richmond, Va. , Dispatch, October 21 , 1900 .]
Harper's Ferry and first Manassas .
Much fire but little fighting.
Glowing tribute to General R. E. Lee .
Very complete roll [from the Richmond , A., Dispatch, September 16th , 1900 .]
The Confederate States Navy and a brief history of what became of it. [from the Richmond, Va. Times December 30 , 1900 .]
How Lieut. Walter Bowie of Mosby 's command met his end. [from the Richmond, Va. , Times, June 23 , 1900 .
The correspondence of Gen. Robt. E. Lee .
The case of the South against the North . [from New Orleans Picayune , December 30th , 1900 .]
Official report of the history Committee of the Grand Camp C. V., Department of Virginia .
The natal day of General Robert Edward Lee
A Sketch of the life and career of Hunter Holmes McGuire , M. D., Ll. D.
Dr. McGuire in the Army .
Thomas R. R. Cobb .
Gen. P. G. T. Beauregard .
How Hagood saved Petersburg .
Crenshaw Battery , Pegram 's Battalion , Confederate States Artillery .
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