... A mocking bon-not was uttered by a Yankee wit, which was followed by laughter. For many hours I was plunged in the deepest abstraction, and spoke not a word until we were entering the depot at Washington , just as the veil of night was falling over the scene. Then I was aroused by the announcement of a conductor that, failing to have my trunk rechecked at Baltimore, it had been left in that city!...