ng
during the day. She returned to us one of the happiest persons that ever
lived, and you may depend upon it that we all shared in her joy. Capt.
Jackson had returned to his command prior to Mary's return from Wash
ington. When we all got through with the family talk and Mary had eaten
her dinner, she gave us a full account of her trip, her agonies and
sensations on meeting the President. She was exceedingly happy in her
details about her trip and her success; but, strange to say, she never
alluded to it again voluntarily, and would, as much as possible, avoid
conversation on the subject when spoken to in reference to it.

"Gen. Anderson had asked that James Whitcomb be detailed from his
regiment and assigned to him as an Orderly at his Headquarters, which
was done. And again all was moving on quietly in the field."

"Yes," said Capt. Inglesby, "as I before stated, there would have been
warm times in that camp had they shot that boy. The whole camp had heard
the facts about his helping his comrade, and the soldiers with one voice
said he should not be executed. His pardon was a Godsend to the officers
who were intending to carry out the sentence. During all my experience
(and I was through the whole war) I never knew such a mutinous feeling
in the army as that sentence created."

Dr. Adams remarked that in all his reading and experience in life there
had not been a female character brought to his notice who had shown the
will, determination and good judgment that Mrs. Anderson had from the
beginning of the war; her fixed Union principles; her determination
to make any and all sacrifices for the cause of her country; her
persistence in hunting for her husband when all others were sure of his
death at Dolinsburg--few women like her have lived in our time. "God
bless her, whether she is living or dead!"

The tears rolled down the old man's cheeks, but he uttered not one word
in response.

CHAPTER XII.

MORGANSON'S RAID AND BATTLE OF CHEROKEE RUN.--THE REBEL
CAVALRYMEN WHIRL THROUGH INDIANA AND OHIO.--BEATEN AND
CAPTURED.--KNIGHTS OF THE GOLDEN CIRCLE CONTINUE THEIR
MACHINATIONS.

"If that rebellion
Came like itself, in base and abject routs,
Led on by bloody youth, guarded with rage,
You revered father, and these noble lords
Had not been here to dress the ugly form
Of base and bloody insurrection."
--Shakespeare.

"After the long-continued idlenes