he army near Richmond._"

It may be safely assumed that these directions could have been given to
no man more scrupulously truthful in the least of his personal
relations, and to no commander in war more gifted in all that pertains
to "deceiving the enemy and impressing him with an idea of your
presence." Infantry and artillery, the Army of the Valley rested at Mt.
Meridian under noble trees. The cavalry moved to Harrisonburg. Munford
had succeeded Ashby in command, and Munford came to take his orders from
his general. He found him with the dictionary, the Bible, the Maxims,
and a lemon.

"You will draw a cordon quite across, north of Harrisonburg. See, from
here to here." He drew a map toward him and touched two points with a
strong, brown finger.

"Very well, sir."

"You will arrest all travellers up and down the Valley. None is to pass,
going north or going south."

"Very well, sir."

"I wish the cavalry outposts to have no communication with the infantry.
If they know nothing of the latter's movements they cannot accidentally
transmit information. You will give this order, and you will be held
accountable for its non-obedience."

"Very well, sir."

"You will proceed to act with boldness masking caution. Press the
outposts of the enemy and, if possible, drive him still further
northward." He broke off and sucked the lemon.

"Very well, sir."

"Create in him the impression that you are strongly supported. Drive it
into his mind that I am about to advance against him. General Lee is
sending reinforcements from Richmond. I do not object to his knowing
this, nor to his having an exaggerated idea of their number. You will
regard these instructions as important."

"I will do my best, sir."

"Good, good! That is all, colonel."

Munford returned to Harrisonburg, drew his cordon across the Valley, and
pushed his outposts twelve miles to the northward. Here they encountered
a Federal flag of truce, an officer with several surgeons, and a demand
from Fremont for the release of his wounded men. The outposts passed the
embassy on to Munford's headquarters at Harrisonburg. That cavalryman
stated that he would take pleasure in forwarding General Fremont's
demand to General Jackson. "Far? Oh, no! it is not far." In the mean
time it was hoped that the Federal officers would find such and such a
room comfortable lodging. They found it so, discovered, too, that it was
next to Munford's own quarters, and that the wall