They declined to give me any information.
I never knew who they were.
There was a mystery about them.
They could not have come for my sake alone.
But this I know, they were angels of mercy.
I made known to the authorities my wish to go to. Gettysburg
, and while there to avail myself of the opportunity of getting a new suit.
The authorities of the hospital, through Col. Dwight
, conferred on me a great honor—the honor of personal confidence —absolute confidence.
They gave me a free pass to Gettysburg
, with the sole condition that I present it at the Provost office
there and have it countersigned.
I went alone, unattended.
The fields and woods were open to me. They somehow knew—I know not how—that I could be trusted; that my honor was more to me than my life.
On my way to town I called by the Eleventh Corps Hospital, to which General Armistead
had been taken, to see him. I found that he had died.
They showed me his freshly made grave.
To my inquiries they gave me full information.
They told me that his wound was in the leg; that it ought not to have proved mortal; that his proud spirit chafed under his imprisonment and his restlessness aggravated his wound.
The bravest of all that field of brave heroes!
If there be in human hearts a lyre, in human minds a flame divine, that awakens and kindles at the heroic deeds of man, then his name will be borne in song and story to distant times.
I had my pass countersigned at the Provost office
It gave me the freedom of the city.
There were many Federal officers and soldiers in the city.
It was a queer, incongruous sight to see a rebel lieutenant in gray mingling in the crowd, and apparently at home.
They could see, however, many of the principal citizens of the town cordially accosting, and warmly shaking by the hand, that rebel.
I met so many old friends that I soon felt at home.
As I was walking along the main street, a prominent physician, Dr. Horner
, stopped me and renewed the old acquaintanceship.
He pointed to a lady standing in a door not far away, and asked me who it was. I gave the name of Miss Kate Arnold
, a leading belle of the college days.
He said, ‘She is my wife and she wants to see you.’
There was a mutually cordial meeting.
While standing in a group of old