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camp was established there, and then I rode out on horseback every evening to look after my boys, until the transfer of Dr. Lee as surgeon in charge and Mrs. Lee as matron rendered my services no longer necessary. Very pleasant memories cluster abMrs. Lee as matron rendered my services no longer necessary. Very pleasant memories cluster about the room in the court-house at Ringgold assigned to my special use. I often seem to hear once more the sweet music of General Blandner's lute, sometimes accompanied by the clear soprano of Mrs. Gamble, sometimes by our blended voices. I remembelated to me by a Virginia soldier, and woven by me into a story for the Southern Bivouac. On the night of May 11, 1864, Lee had withdrawn his forces from a salient point called the Horseshoe, in consequence of a retrograde or flank movement of thed, and flight again resumed. This time they ran well out of the Horseshoe and out of danger, stopping not until they met Lee's reinforcements going to the front. Here, from a point of safety, they could hear war holding high revelry in the botto
ginia boys, the sons of veterans, and attending a local school. The raid came to grief soon after, being routed by Fitz-Hugh Lee. Thomas Hilton, of Uniontown, Alabama, volunteered in the Witherspoon Guards, Twenty-first Alabama Regiment, at tover Watkins, mounted and fully equipped, took his place with his company. It was not long after this engagement that General Lee advanced the whole army, and crossed into Maryland, Watkins's command covering the rear. During the battle of Gettysbs he was always found in the front, and while on the march was ever bright and cheerful. On the evening of the 4th, General Lee, in preparation for his retreat, began to send his wagons to the rear in the direction of Williamsport, when it was fofall back to the main line, a distance of over twelve hundred yards to the rear. It had, doubtless, become evident to General Lee that Hooker had crossed the river in sufficient force to advance. The retreating column had not proceeded far when
soldier of the Confederate States Army. He bore in his bosom a heart of oak; he withstood the brunt of battle and sustained the heat and burthen of the day. His blood nourished the laurels which other wise had never bloomed to grace the brow of Lee and Jackson. For myself, no blessing has ever crowded my life more highly prized than the God-given privilege I enjoyed during four years of the war, of ministering to the boys who wore the ragged, unornamented gray. Your devoted friend and cohome has been called Camp Nichols, and from a gracefully-proportioned flag-staff, placed directly in front of the reception-room (the gift of the Army of Tennessee), floats a banner whereon this honored name was embroidered by the daughters of Generals Lee and Jackson during their recent visit to New Orleans. The dining-room is very large, well lighted, and fairly shines with cleanliness. In short, every appointment is excellent, and every effort of managers and officers is directed toward m