mped here, huddled together in a little circular valley, with high hills surrounding.
A company of cavalry is just going by my tent on the road toward Beverly, probably to watch the front.
As we were leaving camp this morning, an officer of an Ohio regiment rode at break-neck speed along the line, inquiring for General McClellan, and yelling, as he passed, that four companies of the regiment to which he belongs had been surrounded at Glendale, by twelve hundred secessionists, under O. Jennings Wise.
Our men, misapprehending the statement, thought Buckhannon had been attacked, and were in a great state of excitement.
The officers of General Schleich's staff were with me on to-day's march, and the younger members, Captains Hunter and Dubois, got off whatever poetry they had in them of a military cast.
On Linden when the sun was low, was recited to the hills of Western Virginia in a manner that must have touched even the stoniest of them.
I could think of nothing but There was