...to get home. I hurried back, and joined the first company made up in the neighborhood. How the boys rushed into the army as if to a frolic in those stirring days of 1861! We were mustered in at Charlottesville , and one poor fellow who was rejected because he had a crooked little finger (just think of that!) went home crying as if his heart would break. For the first year of the war, I was in the infant...