y in December, 1861, General Evans was relieved of the command at Leesburg and sent, I think, to South Carolina, his native State, to take charge of some troops there, and Gen. D. H. Hill, of North Carolina, was put in his place.
He was a brother-in-law of Stonewall Jackson and, like him, a thorough Christian and thorough Calvinist.
That he was likewise a thorough soldier may be inferred, as the logicians would say, a-priori and a-posteriori, from the two facts, that he was a graduate of West Point, and that he attained the rank of lieutenant-general in the Confederate service.
He was, moreover, a man of intellect and culture, with a decided taste for scholarship and letters, having been, both before and since the war, connected with educational institutions of high grade and a writer of books, both scientific and religious.
Like Jackson he was, too, a born fighter — as aggressive, pugnacious and tenacious as a bull-dog, or as any soldier in the service, and he had a sort of mon
eenth, Seventeenth and Eighteenth Mississippi Regiments, the Eighth Virginia Infantry, our battery, and two companies of cavalry.
Leesburg, the county seat of Loudoun, was at this time, perhaps, the most desirable post in our lines, on account of the character both of the country and its people — the former beautiful and rich, not conceive when or where it was. During the war, in hunger and thirst, in want and weariness and blood, our thoughts would often turn fondly back to our bucolic Loudoun paradise.
When this cruel war was over more than one of our boys went back there to get the girl he left behind him from 1861 to 1865, but would never leave agaire compelled to withdraw with more speed than dignity; but my irrepressible Mississippi artillerymen made fun of it all, actually playing leap frog down the steep Loudoun hillside, under a galling fire, from perhaps eight or ten guns.
I was quite an athlete at the time, having been considered the strongest man at Yale while there,