...rage or food, for man or beast, to be had anywhere, Tuck was sure to get at least our share for us. As above said, it was the very day we reached the soil of old Virginia, or the day after, that Tuck , or Tucker,--I believe the latter was really his name,--was dragging along with his wagon, through the mud and mist, considerably in rear of the battery, grieving that his two faithful mules had gon...