Putnam patriot., 1917-01-26

and other members of my regiment Soon after this column had passed the sound of drums in the distance came to our ears, and directly the head of a column of troops came in sight. For a full half hour the street was filled with those veterans in Gray and butternut-the old division ot Sloncwall Jackson's cavalry, infantry and artillery. They had come from the Rappahannock, and were surging northward, many of them few days hence, to lay dead upon the field ot Gettysburg. There was nothing Of the pomp of war in that column. With grim and business-like air, they swept forward, devoted to their cause and ready for any fate that might befall them. should say il was about o'clock when they first appeared. In returning to the room, stopped to see Comrsde Richard Frazer. His arm had been amputated, and he was still under the influence of the opiate.
  some Confederate soldiers down in the yard, at the foot of the staif>, with my otercoat across my arm, | decended. The soldiers in blue and ,, butternut were chatting together in a friendly manner. Seeing one of the Jonnies looking hard at my over coat as come down, I was,afraid the time had come for it's surrender, but il was not demanded.
 A Sanguine Confederate
 A fire looking officer on bay horse rode in, and after passing a few words with the "Yanks," went out. Stepping to the gateway to take look outside, I WAS accosted by a scldier, musket in hand, sitting on an old log near the gate. "Huilo, Yank,n he said. "Come over here.' 1 went over and sat down beside him. tie was a middle aged mar, spare of build, sandy complexion, red hair, and clad in short gray jacket and jean pants. A plain leather belt sup ported the cartridge box, and bayonet scabbard was his equipment. U pon his head he wore the conical white hat without a band, so common Tn the Confederate army. Naturally, we talked of the war. His regiment was the first N. c. He said: "I have been with old Stonewall from the very first, and expect to stay in the war till it ends-if 1 hve.n He informed me: "This is Ewell's army that has licked you uns here, and he Is a-goin' on North to lick the hull Yankee Army somewhere else." His devotion to his cause was shown when he said: "I think Jeff Davis is the best man that ever lived" While we talked soldiers were continually passing, but no interest whatever was manifested in my overcoat.
 A Historic Dining Room
 Tuesday morning, June 16,l those of us who got our rations in the big dining room took our last meal,in the Taylor Hotel. The long tables were set with army tin plates. On each plate was one square of hard tack. That was all there twas for breakfast Take it or leave it, and the meal WAS over. The dining room of the Taylor House had long before this become historic. Distinguished gentleman, af h.. South, had p>nned their names upon it's register. This dining. hall, time and again, according i.as the tide of war ebbed one way or the other, had filled with those wearins ne Blue or Gray, and wearing the insis mia Of high rank. If these old walls csuld reproduce, as with a modern dietagraph the vCic,s s of Fremont, ISHnks, Jackson, Su.ft and many others 5f Doth sides, what record they cou.i give All Tuesday forenoon the Confederate from the field. The tederals were handled as carefully as their own. 1 remember one man particularly, as he was tenderly laid upon "a cot by two oig Confederate soldiers. He was member of one of the Ohio regi- ments, fine looking private, with big brown eyes and d heavy brown beard. He was shot thru the bowels. I have never forgotten the pretending, despairing look in his eyes as he was carried past me, resting upon his knees in the stretcher, with ,both hands pressed upon the wounded place.
 orders were passed for all who were able to walk, to be ready to march at 3 o'clock. At the appointed time, in a squad of 30 or .so, with my over coat across my arm, I issued from the portal of this famous building and stood upon the sidewalk awaiting the will of our military authority. We were taken down the street a little way and turned into the yard of public building; I think 1t was the Court House. We learned that the captured officers of Milroy's ,com- mand were held in this building. Oc easionally one would come out and go to the rear attended by guard. One of these was Col. Ely, of the 18th Conn. His escort was little runt Of o priyota opd as the EolnpeI waS a