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was too slow business for them, and they plunged in and swam across.”
The ladies of Leesburg, regardless of the deadly missiles, rushed into the streets, clapping their hands and shouting, “Victory!
Victory!”
There is nothing they fear so much now as a return of the Yankees.
Thank God!
this part of Virginia is now free from their polluting tread.
Through the strong arm of Omnipotence we have shelled them out, and wives, mothers, and daughters, breathe freely once more in their dear homes.
The devotion and self-sacrifice which our people manifested in their attentions to the sick and wounded men, who were left along the track of the army, can never be surpassed.
Warrenton, a small town of fifteen hundred inhabitants, was crowded with more than two thousand wounded soldiers from the battle-fields, hungry, bleeding, and with no clothes but what they had on, and these cut, and torn, and bloody; and in many instances their gaping wounds were alive with crawling maggots.
Rev. J. W. Talley, of
Georgia, who labored in the place as a nurse of the poor, suffering men, and there consigned to the grave his first-born son, pays a feeling tribute to the citizens who opened their hearts and houses to their countrymen:
The ladies, aided by their husbands, are seen everywhere.
They are angels of mercy, not idle lookers-on, but busy, carrying food and helping in every way they can to alleviate and soothe the sufferer.
They divided their beds and bed-clothing and fed these hundreds as long as they had wherewith to do it, and until the Government sent aid — for nearly a week-all were supported by the inhabitants.
When aid did come from Government, it was inadequate.
Every house in the town was appropriated to the wounded and sick, as each family took in as many as it could.
Some sixty tents were pitched, and these were filled.
Our soldiers, after all the
