d with me; he hoped not to have me shot for some violation of military law. However, said he, you had better take one of the sergeant's horses and go and find out for yourself --which I proceeded at once to do; but had not gotten beyond the confines of camp before I heard the captain calling again, the utterance of my name this time alternating with shouts and peals of laughter.
On riding up I found him reading, for the second time, an autograph note from General Jackson, addressed to Captain Mc-Carthy, and to the following effect: that if we had not already received orders to move we would receive them in a few moments; that Robert Stiles must not report to him until further orders; that he didn't want any untried man about him when about to move.
The relations of our captain to the better soldiers in the battery were peculiar and enjoyable.
On duty he was our commanding officer, off duty our intimate friend.
I used to call him the intelligent young Irishman, and to tell the f