... gathered around his wagons, and, attracted, no doubt, by their insignia of rank, the red flannel strips sewed on their shoulders, he asked, Who are those men? They are McCulloch's, I answered. General Twiggs surrendered everything to the State this morning, and we are all prisoners of war. I shall never forget his look of astonishment, as with his lips trembling and his eyes full of tears, he exclaime...