o his home at Culpeper or to Richmond, and I was ordered to report to Major-General Hill for duty, while one of the regimental commissaries was ordered to report to General Branch in my stead.
Out of this movement against the enemy the Second Manassas and Maryland campaign developed in rapid succession, and I found myself loaded with the responsibility of providing for a family of about fifteen thousand, and daily widening the distance between us and our base of supplies.
It was near Fredericktown that another ocurrence of misidentity led to the discomfiture of the misidentifier.
We were breaking camp at early dawn—in fact, before dawn.
Our wagons, with the headquarter wagon driver by a noble son of the Emerald Isle, were to take the lead on the road.
The General was in his ambulance, probably intending to take his saddle at daylight.
The ambulance driver wanted to pass the headquarter wagon, and the Irish driver of the wagon, being a little contrary, would not move out of the