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John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., Corporal Shabrach. (search)
ster's Department of our regiment, and I will describe for your instruction the passport office, and the way you get a passport. I thought at first I would not need one, because my orders were approved by several high officers, and last by Major Taylor, Adjutant-General of the army, by command of General Lee, and nobody had demanded any other evidence of my right to travel before I reached Richmond. Uncle Robert will not allow his provost-marshals at Orange or Gordonsville to deny his signno passport. I called his attention again to my orders, but he remained immovable, muttering in a dreary sort of way, You must get a passport. Why, here are the names of a Brigadier and Major-General. You must get a passport. Here is Major Taylor's signature, by command of General Lee. You must get a passport. From whom? Captain — , I forget who, at the passport office. This appeared to be such a good joke that I began to laugh, at which the sentinel looked very much aston
John Esten Cooke, Wearing of the Gray: Being Personal Portraits, Scenes, and Adventures of War., chapter 4.43 (search)
We mean, said the men, that you are a guerilla, and you are our prisoner. I am no guerilla, was the reply. What do you belong to? The first New Jersey. Who comamnds it? Major Janaway. Right. Who commands the brigade? Colonel Taylor. Right again. Where is it stationed? In the edge of Warrenton. Yes. Who commands the division? Look here, said S— , who was thoroughly acquainted with every part of his role, I am tired of your asking me so many questions; but I will answer. The First New Jersey is in Taylor's brigade, Gregg's division, and Pleasanton commands the whole. I belong to the regiment, and am no guerilla. He's all right, boys, said one of the men; let him go. No, said another; I saw him capture one of our men ten minutes ago. You are mistaken, said S-. You are a guerilla! exclaimed the man. And how do I know you are not guerillas? said S— ; you have on blue coats, but let me see your pantaloons. They raised their coat-