a hard task for them.
As we rode along the corduroy we met sixteen deserters from the enemy, coming in under guard, of whom about a dozen had their muskets, a sight I never saw before!
They bring them in, all loaded, and we pay them so much for each weapon.
The new line is a very handsome one, with a tremendous sweep of artillery and small arms.
To eke out this short letter I enclose the report of the Court of Enquiry on the Mine.
You see it gives fits to Burnside, Ledlie, Ferrero, and Willcox, while the last paragraph, though very obscure, is intended, I fancy, as a small snub on General Meade.
March 5, 1865
. . . Well, the rain held up and some blue sky began to show, and I mounted on what I shall have to call my Anne of Cleves — for, in the choice words of that first of gentlemen, Henry VIII, she is a great Flanders mare --and rode forth for a little exercise.
Verily I conceived we should rester en route, sich was the mud in one or two places!
She would keep going deeper