Washington was buried on his plantation, "Waveland," near
Marshall, Fauquier county, Virginia.

Thus early, on his first military campaign, fell John Augustine
Washington, born in Jefferson County, Virginia, May 3, 1821, the
great-grandson of General Washington's brother, John Augustine
Washington, and on his mothers' side a great-grandson of Richard
Henry Lee, Virginia's great Revolutionary patriot statesman. He
inherited Mount Vernon, but sold it before the war to an association
of patriotic ladies, who still own it.

The tragic death of Colonel Washington was a fitting close of the
complex plan of campaign, which, though entered upon under most
favorable circumstances, failed fatally in execution in each and
all important parts, though Generals Lee and Loring, Colonel Savage,
and others of the Confederate officers present with the troops,
had seen much real service in the Mexican War, and many of them
were educated West Point officers.

Neither Lee or Loring ever made an official report of the campaign,
and both for a time were under the shadow of disgrace because of
its ineffectiveness.

General Lee was not quite candid with his own army when, on the
14th of September, he announced to it:

"The _forced_ reconnoissance of the enemy's positions, both at
Cheat Mountain Pass and on Valley River, having been completed,
and the character of the natural approaches and the nature of the
artificial defences exposed, the Army of the Northwest will resume
its former position."

In a private letter, however, dated Valley Mountain, September 17,
1861, addressed to Governor John Letcher, Lee speaks of the failure
of the campaign with great candor.

"I was very sanguine of taking the enemy's works on last Thursday
morning. I had considered the subject well. With great effort,
the troops intended for the surprise had reached their destination,
having travelled twenty miles of steep rugged mountain paths; and
the last day through a terrible storm which lasted all night, and
in which they had to stand drenched to the skin in cold rain.
Still their spirits were good. When the morning broke I could see
the enemy's tents on Valley River at the point on the Huttonville
road just below me. It was a tempting sight. We waited for the
attack on Cheat Mountain, which was to be the signal, till 10 A.M.
The men were cleaning their unserviceable arms. But the signal
did not come. All chance for a surprise was gone. The provisi