... I could hardly repress a smile at this decision, for now, thought I, I shall see the chiefest rebel of them all. We passed through motley crowds of longhaired butternuts, to a place called Monterey , The General-in-Chief's headquarters were in a dilapidated cabin. I was immediately arraigned before a bony-faced old man with a gray moustache, not at all prepossessing in personal appearance. Y...