...finest young thorough-breds, about four years old, I ever saw, which I think the Yankees had stolen and been unable to manage. Burkhardt (that was my man's name) caught him, mounted and rode him to Appomattox Courthouse, though I saw him get some hard falls. That disposes of all our party except two colored men, one named Howard, now a servant in the employ of Mr. J. H. Slater, on Liberty street, and...