he is entrenched behind this partition.
While pouring out this complaint the Colonel gazed at me with increasing interest and, as he ceased-starting a little-said abruptly:
I have seen you before, sir!
Yes, Colonel, I replied, or at least, I have seen you, and I recall just when and where it was; but as you are the ranking officer won't you be good enough to say first, if you can, when and where you saw me?
Certainly, sir, said he; it was at the battle of Williamsburg, in May, 1862.
You were then a private soldier in an artillery company and were standing, bare-headed, at the angle of Fort Magruder with a sponge-staff in your hand as I led a charge of cavalry past the fort.
My recollection exactly coincided with his. The officer, I think, was Col. J. Lucius Davis, who commanded a body of Virginia troops at Charlestown or Harper's Ferry during the John Brown raid; but, whoever he was, he was not a colonel at Williamsburg, but I think a captain; and, as I remember,