"Where did Hill camp on the night of the 9th?"
"About two miles this side of Madison Court-House."
"Where on the 10th?"
"The night of the 10th near Culpeper."
"And where on the 11th?"
"Last night Hill's corps was just south, of North Fork; only a few miles
from Jeffersonton."
"And where was Ewell's corps?"
"I know nothing of Ewell's corps, except one thing: it passed Hill's
yesterday afternoon."
"Going up?"
"No, sir; it went toward our right."
"Do you know how many divisions are under Ewell?"
"Three."
"Who commands them?"
"Early, Johnson, and Rodes."
"Where is Hill's corps to-day?"
"It began to move up the river at daybreak."
"Is that all you have of importance?"
"Yes, sir; and I know what I say. General Meade is in danger. General
Lee's movement corresponds exactly, thus far, with Jackson's march last
year around General Pope." I say this very earnestly, and continue: "You
ought to know that I am telling you the truth. A man coming into your
lines and ordering an unarmed man to take him to you, ought to be
believed."
"There is something in that," he says; "yet it would not be an
impossible method of deceiving; especially if the man were tired of
life," and he looks at me searchingly. I return his look, but say
nothing. I know that my appearance is the opposite of prepossessing. The
homeliest rebel in the South is not uglier than I am. The strain to
which I have been subjected for days and weeks, and especially for the
last forty-eight hours, must be telling fearfully upon me. Uncouth,
dirty, ragged, starved, weak through fever and strong through unnatural
excitement, there can be no wonder that the captain thinks me wild. He
may suspect that such a creature is seeking the presence of General
Meade in order to assassinate him.
"Captain," said I, "you have my arms. Search me for other weapons. Bind
my hands behind my back, and tie my feet under this horse's belly. All I
ask is to have speech with General Meade. If I am not wretchedly
mistaken, I can find men near him who will vouch for me."
"Halt!" said he. "Now, Thomas, you will continue to escort this
gentleman to headquarters. Wait there for orders, and then ride for your
life to General Gregg. Bring back the extra horse."
He wrote a note or something, and handed it to Thomas.
"Now," said he to me, "I cannot say that I trust you are telling the
truth, for the matter is too dangerous. I hope you are deceived in some
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