October 20, 1862, The Charleston Mercury


RICHMOND, Thursday, October 16.

We are all anxiety to hear further news from BRAGG. His address to the people of the Northwest is much praised. A letter from Knoxville says that BUELL threw out an immense body of skirmishers, so as to keep BRAGG’S whole army on the qui vive, while he threw a column in his rear. This letter was received here day before yesterday. It does not state the result of the fights. It also says the enemy at Nashville had planned an attack in force upon our troops in that neighborhood, but a lady managed to escape from the city at night, and walked five miles in the rain to give our men warning. This saved them from defeat, if not capture. The lady’s name is not given.

John Mitchel, the Irish patriot, with Mr. Price, formerly journalizing clerk of the United States Senate, arrived here yesterday, but what news they bring we have not heard.

‘Booby Brooks’ and Isaiah Rynders are speaking out very boldly, it is true. We know the leaven of our victories is working, and will continue to work. But Lincoln & Co. […..] the edge on the Brooks party, and intend to hold it. Not yet is the pent up force strong enough to put down the revolutionists, who hold the purse and the sword in their ruthless grasp. The smothered fire burns but the hotter; sooner or later it must burst forth; but this depends much upon our successes, Meantime, the only safety of the South is in fierce and successful war.

Stuart and Imboden have been doing good work with their cavalry. But why is Stuart so lenient, when every conceivable atrocity is being committed, under sanction of the Yankee Government, upon our people? If he left desolation in his track, the Yankees would begin to learn what war means. As it is, his raids serve only to provoke them. [click to continue…]


October 20, 1862, The New York Herald

There are numerous complaints concerning the dilatoriness of the Paymaster’s department in settling the claims for arrears of pay due to the families of those officers who have died in battle. While living officers whether in health, sich or wounded, draw their pay with considerable facility, the dead, who have sacrificed all for the country, are put back upon an interminable list, and their families have to wait for months before they receive a dollar of the amount for which the government is indebted to the dead soldier. This system does more to discourage recruiting than any other cause; for while men know that, if they fall in defence of the country, their wives and children may suffer want for an indefinite period, at the same time that the government owes them arrears of pay and bounty — earned at the cost of life itself — they have but little encouragement to enter the service. The same is true of the mode of allotting pensions to the widows of officers killed in action. As the system works now it may be years before a widow receives her pension. We hope to see these errors speedily remedied. Red tape should not be permitted to encircle the coffins of those gallant heroes who have perished for duty’s sake, nor keep the bread from the children they have left behind them — the helpless wards of the country and government for which they laid down their lives.


October 20, 1862, Semi-Weekly News (San Antonio, Texas)

This troupe, composed of gentlemen from Houston, and who come well recommended from persons who have seen their performance, will give an entertainment to-night at the Casino. This troupe, with that patriotism which has characterized every Southern patriot, gives a great portion of the proceeds arising from their entertainment to soldiers and soldier’s families. Therefore, those who will contribute something to the cause of the South may expect to be highly entertained. Come one, come all, and help in every good word and work.


October 20, 1862, The New York Herald

There is nothing of importance to report from the headquarters of our army on the Upper Potomac. The position of the rebels has been accurately ascertained by the recent reconnoissances of our troops. The party of General Stahel, under Colonel Wyndham, had passed on Friday last through Thoroughfare Gap to White Plains and Salem, where they captured sixteen rebel cavalry, and paroled a number of infantry found there sick. On Friday night they returned to the Gap, which the rebels attempted to occupy during the night with the cavalry and artillery. The cavalry, numbering about six hundred, had been engaged in making a reconnoissance as far as the old Bull Run battle field, and had captured at Haymarket seven wagons, loaded with forage, which were on the way to Colonel Wyndham. At dawn on Saturday, finding the rebels about to occupy the Gap, Colonel Wyndham charged them, and put them to flight before they had placed their artillery in position. Colonel Wyndham pursued them into the town of Warrenton, where he found about a thousand infantry and a full battery of artillery. He attempted to draw them out of the town, but was unsuccessful; and as he had exhausted his forage, returned to Centreville on Saturday night, having captured ninety prisoners and one caisson filled with ammunition. Colonel Wyndham was informed that a whole division of the rebels had come down from Winchester, and was in the vicinity of Thoroughfare Gap.

We give today the story in detail — as contained in the official documents — of the demand for the surrender of Nashville by the rebels, and the gallant response of General Negley. The official account of the battle at Lavergne, furnished by General Negley — in which the rebels were completely repulsed, with a loss of eighty men killed and one hundred and seventy-five taken prisoners — is also published in another column.

With regard to the progress of affairs in Kentucky, we learn from Cincinnati, under date of yesterday, that the rebel guerilla, General Morgan, after capturing our pickets, dashed [click to continue…]


October 20, 1862, The New York Herald

Serious complaints reach us almost every day of the indifference or neglect with which our wounded soldiers are treated in the hospitals near the seat of the war. Useless amputations, and deaths, which should not necessarily follow, from wounds comparatively trifling we have frequently heard of, and the loss of life arising from not attending to cases in time has been fearful. Why should this be? If our corps of army surgeons is not large enough, why not increase it? If it is encumbered with unskilful physicians, why not remove them and put better men in their places? We have a communication before us stating that in a camp hospital near Frederick City wounded men in one ward were not visited by a surgeon for five successive days. This is an unpardonable negligence, and while it is permitted we need not be surprised to hear of hundreds of gallant fellows perishing of their wounds who might be restored to active service under proper treatment.


October 20, 1862, The Charleston Mercury

There are good signs in the North. Day by day the price of gold is leaping upward in Wall street; and the meagre returns from the Pennsylvania, Ohio, Indiana and New Jersey elections show that the split in the public sentiment of those States, on the subject of the war, is rapidly widening. On the 4th of next month New York will choose her Governor, and the defeats which the Republicans have elsewhere sustained will not improve the chances of their candidate, WADSWORTH. But while the opponents of the LINCOLN Administration are thus gathering their energies for its overthrow, the conduct of the war has fallen into the hands of our bitterest enemies. They know that their power is likely to be short lived, and, for that very reason, they will use it without stint or scruple, while it lasts. Their weak and fickle President has ceased striving to please the whole people who bow to his rule; he has thrown himself into the arms of the fanatics who elected him, and they have promised him success. Henceforth, the war, unless checked by intervention, will become an abolition crusade, conducted with all the vigor that unrelenting hate can inspire, and to end only with the political downfall of the Yankee . To hasten that downfall, the people of the South must use every effort to sustain and strengthen their armies in the field; our soldiers must stiffen their sinews to repel the most determined, desperate and, probably, the last onset of the foe. Let it only be met with the same obstinate valor which has already twice hurled back the invader, and we may justly hope that the masses at the North will awake to a sense of the folly of their leaders, and that the peace movement, of which we already see the first but substantial indications, will grown space, and, ere many months, overwhelm all who oppose it.


October 20, 1862, Semi-Weekly News (San Antonio, Texas)

Poor Pierce!—About one hundred renegades, with long faces, unkempt hair, dirty shirts, wide brimmed hats, hang-dog looks, fanatical speech, noses that would rent for steamboat whistles, quietly marched into Matamoros during the week, and squatted themselves down in front of the Yankee Consuls. they said that they wanted to join Lincoln, and they wanted to be fed and shipped to a country less hospitable than Texas, called Yankeedoodledom, where every man claims the right to be meaner than his neighbor. They were a sorry set, and if Pierce ever gets enough fight of them to pay for the grub he is giving them, it will be a surprise to those who believe that renegades are constitutionally cowards. The whole detachment marched down to the sea shore on Tuesday, where they expect to draw rations until a chance offers for them to go north. A singular circumstance is that all these renegades are very anxious to sell their weapons to the white folks behind them.—Fort Brown Flag.


October 20, 1862, The New York Herald

Our Louisville Correspondence.

LOUISVILLE, Oct. 16, 1862.

The scene has shifted again. The ditch has been deserted by the rebels. They are flying to the mountains. The truth is, they can’t fight. There is no fight in them. They are completely, thoroughly and terribly demoralized. Their generals know this perfectly. We know it. I communicated the fact to the HERALD before the battle of Perryville. Bragg’s army is a disorganized mob. Hence it is that, after tumbling into Camp Dick Robinson so promiscuously, barking their shins and breaking their noses in the general scramble to place a river between them and their pursuers, they have made haste to get out again by a back door and run for the mountains. They are frantic with terror, demoralized, disorganized, routed, whipped. There is nothing left of them but a rabble, a mob, a crowd of men. If driven to the wall, or surrounded, they will fight just as an armed mob fights — every man on his own hood, and all seeking to escape. There is nothing left to Bragg’s army but this pitiable, starving, wretched, vagabond, flying rabble. Was ever a proud, boastful army of invasion so quickly and so thoroughly used up? Was ever a defeat more perfect than that of this rebel army? Was ever a victory more complete than that of Buell?

Why is this? Because Buell has routed them, horse, foot and dragoons, from the State, and so vigorously has he followed them up that they have not even had time to form a line of battle and propose to defend themselves. Because they have been put to this utter rout, their columns broken, their men straggling, their trains and supplies abandoned, their whole organization broken up so completely that it can never be restored; their men disheartened, dispirited and forsaking them in groups and squads at every favorable opportunity; all this with comparatively no effort on our part. Because [click to continue…]


October 20, 1862, Semi-Weekly News (San Antonio, Texas)

H. Mayer, a strong merchant of this City has been receiving a great many articles for clothing, and deals them out in broken doses, so that every one may get a part. Now, Merchants, there is an example for you. Let no one buy all of any one article to speculate on the consumers in these times. Give it out in broken doses as Mr. Mayer does, and every Lady can have one new calico dress.


October 19, 1862, Nashville Daily Union (Tennessee)

A troop of guerrillas fired on our pickets early yesterday morning on the Lebanon pike. the fire was returned, and two of the rebels killed, when the assailants decamped. They did no injury. It was reported that a troop of cavalry, variously estimated at from fifteen hundred to three thousand, were within five miles of the city. But the scamps will not stand still long enough to be shot at. They run on the first approach of danger.


October 19, 1862, Peoria Morning Mail (Illinois)

“Eunice,” in the Toledo Blade, wants another proclamation. By all means let her have it:

“My husband is an officer in the rebel army, and will never lay down his arms while Mr. Lincoln is President. There are many ladies in this state also who have husbands fighting against the North. As there is a proclamation to free the slaves of disloyal citizens, why can’t we have a proclamation to free wives from disloyal husbands.


October 19, 1862, Daily Times (Leavenworth, Kansas)

Shawneetown Burned!

A report reached us last evening that Quantrell, with a portion of his band, visited Shawneetown on Friday, burning thirteen houses and killing two men. After robbing the citizens of such articles as seemed desirable he made an about face and left for his old haunts in Jackson county.


October 19, 1862, The New York Herald

Everything is reported quiet in McClellan’s army. The reconnoitering forces from Harper’s Ferry and Shepherdstown, having fully accomplished their object, have returned to their original quarters. The rebels pressed closely in the rear of General Humphrey’s force to within a short distance of Shepherdstown, but he made good his retreat, bringing a number of prisoners with him. A number of stragglers from Stuart’s band were captured yesterday.

General Stahel, with a detachment of cavalry, made a reconnoissance yesterday in the direction of Fairfax, and fell in with a large body of rebel cavalry and a battery of artillery near Thoroughfare Gap, and repulsed them, after capturing eighty men and one caisson of ammunition. General Stahel pursued them hotly.

A gentleman who left Fredericksburg a week ago reports that there are no rebel troops now there, except a few cavalry, who are doing picket duty from that city to Aquia Creek. There are no infantry in the neighborhood, and the citizens are daily expecting an attack from our forces.

General Banks, accompanied by his staff, and General Casey and staff, reviewed a portion of General Casey’s command yesterday. The troops although composed exclusively of new recruits, marched well, and, it is said, made a very respectable appearance.

By despatches from Gallipolis, Ohio, we learn, on authority stated to be perfectly reliable, that all the rebel infantry and artillery have left Western Virginia, after securing all the salt they could lay hold of from the springs in that region. It is thought that they have gone into East Tennessee, to reinforce General Bragg. The only rebel troops now in Western Virginia are the guerillas, under Jenkins. [click to continue…]


October 19, 1862, Nashville Daily Union (Tennessee)

The exhibition of the Zouave drill by a detachment of soldiers of the 19th Illinois, under Lieut. Bishop, at the Theatre yesterday afternoon, on the occasion of the benefit of Mr. E. Wight, was a beautiful and astonishing display of military skill. Their performances were highly applauded by the audience. The whole regiment is said to be wonderfully accurate in the manual. They will appear again at the benefit of Mr. Hamilton on Monday afternoon, on which occasion they will introduce some new and pleasing evolutions, that belong exclusively to this modern style of “plain and ornamental” fighting. Lieut. Bishop is a good officer, and governs his men like a veteran, and they respond like soldiers. The whole entertainment was highly creditable to all parties concerned.


The Alabama (290) & the Brilliante

Artist: Granville Perkins.

Medium: 1 drawing on cream paper : pencil and black ink wash ; 18.8 x 27.1 cm. (sheet).

Summary: Broadside view of steam frigate in foreground, broadside view of ship on fire in background.

Published in: Harper’s Weekly, 1 November 1862, p. 689 (cover), as: The Pirate “Alabama,” Alias “290,” Certified to be Correct by Captain Hagar of the “Brilliant.”

According to the Harper’s story, the captain of the Brilliante certified that this image is an accurate rendering of the Alabama. The certification is dated 18 October 1862, apparently after the Brilliante and its goods were seized.

Library of Congress image.


October 18 — This morning we moved to our old camp again, four miles from Charlestown on the Berryville pike. This afternoon the first piece was ordered to go on picket at our old post one mile below Charlestown, on the Harper’s Ferry pike. This evening we left our post and came one mile south of Charlestown and camped with the Sixth Virginia Cavalry. They had prayer meeting in their camp in the early evening by candlelight, which I attended. The Sixth seems to be the citadel of religion of the brigade, as they have more religious service in the Sixth than in any of the other regiments, yet I do not know as the plane of practical ethics in general is any higher in this than in any of the other regiments of the brigade. I suppose that their code of imprecations is of about the same standard as that adopted by the rest of the brigade, and perhaps employed with about equal frequency.


October 18, Saturday. The ravages by the roving steamer 290, alias Alabama, are enormous. England should be held accountable for these outrages. The vessel was built in England and has never been in the ports of any other nation. British authorities were warned of her true character repeatedly before she left.

Seward called on me in some excitement this P.M., and wished me to meet the President, himself, Stanton, and Halleck at the War Department relative to important dispatches just received. As we walked over together, he said we had been very successful in getting a dispatch, which opened up the whole Rebel proceedings, — disclosed their plans and enabled us to prepare for them; that it was evident there was a design to make an immediate attack on Washington by water, and it would be well to buy vessels forthwith if we had not a sufficient number ready for the purpose. When we entered Stanton’s room, General Halleck was reading the document alluded to and examining the maps. No one else was present. Stanton had left the Department. The President was in the room of the telegraph operator.

The document purported to be a dispatch from General Cooper, Assistant Secretary of War of the Confederates, to one of the Rebel agents in England. A question arose as to the authenticity of the dispatch. Halleck, who is familiar with Cooper’s signature, doubted after examining the paper if this was genuine. Adjutant-General Thomas was sent for and requested to bring Cooper’s signature for comparison. Seward then took the papers and commenced reading aloud. The writer spoke of “the mountains of Arlington,” “the fleet of the Potomac,” “the fleet of the North,” etc. I interrupted Seward, and said it was a clumsy manufacture; that the dispatch could have been written by no American, certainly not by General Cooper, or any person conversant with our affairs or the topography of the country; that there were no mountains of Arlington, no fleet of the Potomac, or fleet of the North. General Halleck mentioned one or two other points which impressed him that the dispatch was bogus. The President came in while we were criticizing the document, the reading of which was concluded by Seward, when the President took the papers and map to examine them. General Thomas soon brought a number of Cooper’s signatures, and all were satisfied at a glance that the purported signature was fictitious.

Seward came readily to the opinion that the papers were bogus and that the consul, or minister, — he did not say which, — had been sadly imposed upon, — sold. The dispatch had, he said, cost a good deal of money. It was a palpable cheat. It may be a question whether the British authorities have not connived at it, to punish our inquisitive countrymen for trying to pry into their secrets.

It is just five weeks since the Battle of Antietam, and the army is quiet, reposing in camp. The country groans, but nothing is done. Certainly the confidence of the people must give way under this fatuous inaction. We have sinister rumors of peace intrigues and strange management. I cannot give them credit, yet I know little of what is being done. The Secretary of War is reticent, vexed, disappointed, and communicates nothing. Neither he nor McClellan will inspire or aid the other.

Chase is pursuing a financial policy which I fear will prove disastrous, perhaps ruinous. His theories in regard to gold and currency appear to me puerile.

General Dix is pressing schemes in regard to the blockade and trade at Norfolk which are corrupt and demoralizing. Dix himself is not selling licenses, but the scoundrels who surround him are, and he can hardly be ignorant of the fact. The gang of rotten officers on his staff have sent him here. One of the worst has his special confidence, and Dix is under the influence of this cunning, bad man. He has plundering thieves about him, — some, I fear, as destitute of position as honesty.

McClellan is not accused of corruption, but of criminal inaction. His inertness makes the assertions of his opponents prophetic. He is sadly afflicted with what the President calls the “slows.” Many believe him to be acting on the army programme avowed by Key.


Saturday, 18th—It is reported that General Bragg is marching on this place.[1] Colonel Hare has not been with us for some time and will not be with us again. We have just learned that he resigned his commission on August 31st, on account of the wound which he received at the battle of Shiloh. He was respected by all the men of the regiment, and we are sorry to lose him.

[1] This was one of those mere rumors, for we know by history that General Bragg was not around there at the time.—A. G. D.


Reviews and Battalion Drill.
Camp Casey, East Capitol Hill,
Washington, Oct. 18, 1862

Dear Free Press:

Reviews have been the order of the day with us for three or four days past. On Wednesday, the four regiments temporarily composing this brigade, viz. the 12th and 13th Vermont, and the 25th and 27th New Jersey, were reviewed by Colonel Derrom, colonel commanding. The men were ordered out in “full marching order,” which means with knapsacks packed, haversacks and canteens slung, forty rounds of ammunition in the cartridge box, and arms and equipments all complete. We were in harness about two hours and a half; but the day was cool and it did not come hard on us. The good appearance and behavior of the troops brought out the following general order:

“Headquarters Second Brigade,
Casey’s Division,
Camp Casey, Capitol Hill,

Washington, Oct. 16, 862.

General Order No. 5.

The colonel commanding this brigade, takes pleasure in giving credit to the several regiments of this brigade, for their smart appearance and general good order on review yesterday. The States they represent, as well as our common country, may be proud of them. The material is excellent, indeed cannot be surpassed, and it rests now with the officers of the brigade, whether this material shall be properly moulded or not. To do this, requires much devotion to duty, and a strict attention to the rules and regulations of the United States army, which will be their pride; and it is hoped the officers will be examples of neatness, good order and military efficiency to the men.

A true soldier is the most courteous of men— obedient, firm, systematic, temperate and orderly, trusting in God at. all times and in all places. Soldiers! aim each to be this perfect soldier.

By order of
A. Derrom,
Colonel Commanding.”

Next day the brigade was reviewed by General Casey. This time I was not in the ranks but detailed on special duty, and so had an opportunity to see the display. To the four regiments above named was added the i4th Massachusetts battery of light artillery, six pieces. As I looked down the long line of bayonets, half a mile or more in length, it looked to me like an array of 10,000 men, and I began to have some conception how grand a display a parade of fifty or sixty thousand men must be. Of course I watched closely the marching and appearance of the different regiments, and was proud to find the 12th Vermont, though the newest regiment on the ground the 13th Vermont excepted, second to no other present. This I am sure was not partiality on my part. I tried certainly to be perfectly fair in my judgment, and if I found that we were inferior in drill to the New Jersey regiments, as we might naturally be expected to be, having been in camp days to their weeks, I meant to own it. But it was not so. Our officers were the most spirited in appearance, our men the quickest into line, the most uniform in marching, the most elastic in their step, the promptest in the simple evolutions ordered. And this was also the opinion of far better judges than myself, General Casey having freely expressed his surprise at such proficiency in so new a regiment, and having transmitted to Col. Blunt a written expression of his gratification with our appearance, which was read to us, with the added thanks of the colonel, at dress parade next evening. While we were out on review, the Inspector of Camps, of Gen. Casey’s division, inspected the camps and put a new feather in our cap, by declaring that he was glad at last to find in that of the Twelfth, a camp to which he might point other regiments, as an example of order and neatness.

Yesterday was given to battalion drill, and to-day we have had another grand review, by Gens. Banks and Casey, of the troops of the two provisional brigades of Gen. Casey’s division. These, when the order for review was issued, comprised eight regiments of New York, New Jersey, Connecticut and Vermont troops, with two batteries, but a sudden order called two of them to the field last night, and but six regiments with the two batteries were on the ground. I wish I had the time to fully describe this review; but I must make it short.

The day was bright and again the Twelfth won high praise. The Fifteenth Connecticut surpassed us a little in marching; but then the Connecticut regiment has been three months in camp, is a particularly good regiment, and its company lines were not over two-thirds the length of ours—an important consideration in marching and wheeling.

We are as proud of our field officers as they are of the men. Col. Blunt always attracts attention by his keen eye, lithe figure, and fine horsemanship. He rides a large dark bay horse, of English blood and training, presented to him by Thaddeus Fairbanks of St. Johnsbury. Our lieutenant colonel, Farnham, with nothing of show in his composition—for he is a very quiet as well as efficient officer—is handsome in face and figure, and the beautiful and fiery bay horse which he rides is much admired. Major Kingsley also rides a handsome bay. Our Adjutant rides a jet black Morgan stallion. Col. Randall of the Thirteenth, rides a splendid chestnut charger; and it was agreed that there were no better looking officers on the ground, from Major Gen. Banks down, than the Vermont officers, or better horses than the Vermont horses.

The troops, after review, were marched down to the city, through Pennsylvania Avenue to Gen. Casey’s headquarters near Long Bridge, and then back to camp, making in all a march of six miles or more. The boys stood it well. They are getting toughened pretty rapidly, although many suffer from diarrhœa and colds. The list of sick men in hospital, however, does not average over twenty, none of them being very sick.

I find on looking over such of my letters as have returned to me in the Free Press, that I have omitted many things of interest to us here, and perhaps, to our friends at home. The advent of our mule teams is one. I ought to remember that, I am sure, for I travelled many a footsore mile, accompanying the officer who was sent to obtain them, over the pavements of Washington, from one army office to another, before we secured them. We have five teams of four mules each. The driver rides one of the wheel mules, and drives by a rein attached to the head of one of the leaders. They were but half broken when we took them, and do not understand English at all. There is no such word as “whoa” in the negro dialect, the monosyllable “yay” taking its place,—and the mules do not always mind that. Their yay is not yea nor their neigh a neigh proper, by any means. The scene was a rich one, when our boys took them up Pennsylvania Avenue, the first day, on their way to camp. They cleared one side of the broad street as effectively as a charge of cavalry, and came within one of riding over one of the street railroad cars, horses, passengers and all. But I cannot tell every thing. If I jot down hastily now and then a circumstance or scene of interest, it is the most I can do.

Yours, B.


Saturday, 18th. Lay about two or three hours, then went into camp on the rise near the spring. Marks of a large rebel camp. At noon orders came for the Capt. to go with 50 men to Bentonville, to learn locality and number of the enemy. I went. Started about dusk. Called at a house to know distance. Two or three girls. Looked like a cousin. Shattuck with advance guard two miles ahead. Boys said he was a coward, rode way behind the men. Halted and fed. Heard artillery moving. Capt. ordered me to take four men and guide and learn what it was. It sounded as though it were moving from the southwest. After going a mile or two, we were halted by a picket, close at hand. Ordered one to advance, dismount, and give the countersign. Dared not risk it. Asked who they were. “Federals.” Asked who we were. “Federals.” “Advance then.” What division did they belong to? Gen. Heron’s. Never heard of him. What brigade? Would not tell. Ordered them to tell or would march my battalion on them. Didn’t care a damn, advance or he would fire. Advanced horseback, a couple of rods. Ordered to dismount or he would shoot. Couldn’t see it and shied behind a tree. Told him to listen and I would give the countersign—”Allen.” “What! Allennever! that won’t do here.” Did you understand it, “Allen”? Bang, bang, bang, bang. Boys wheeled and ran. I had sent two back to report to the captain. I wheeled and got behind another tree a rod back. Cocked my revolver and fired once, then wheeled and ran. The bullets followed mighty thick. Met the command and reported the facts. One of the boy’s horses was shot in the leg and abandoned. Capt. turned back and went back the same road to camp. Capt. discovered he had given me the “parole” instead of countersign, a mistake that would not happen again for an age, but one that might have caused a great deal of trouble. Started for Bentonville on another road. Slept two hours. N. had cautioned me to be very careful and not approach any force but to learn from families. Proved to be our men—Heron’s.

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Saturday, 18th.—Ordered into line this morning and roll called. Ordered by Colonel McConnel to remain standing in line one hour for not being prompt to get into line. Boys pretty mad. Orders to remain here all day. 12 o’clock, ordered to move forward; passed Loudon at sundown; camped at old camping-ground at Laurel Bridge.


OCTOBER 18TH.—Major-Gen. Jones telegraphs from Knoxville, Tenn., that a wounded officer arrived from Kentucky, reports a victory for Bragg, and that he has taken over 10,000 prisoners. We shall soon have positive news.

A letter from Admiral Buchanan states that he has inspected the defenses of Mobile, and finds them satisfactory.

I traversed the markets this morning, and was gratified to find the greatest profusion of all kinds of meats, vegetables, fruits, poultry, butter, eggs, etc. But the prices are enormously high. If the army be kept away, it seems the supply must soon be greater than the demand. Potatoes at $5 per bushel, and a large crop I Half-grown chickens at $1 each! Butter at $1.25 per pound! And other things in the same proportion.

Here is a most startling matter. Gov. Baylor, appointed Governor of Arizona, sent an order some time since to a military commander to assemble the Apaches, under pretense of a treaty—and when they came, to kill every man of them, and sell their children to pay for the whisky. This order was sent to the Secretary, who referred it to Gen. Sibley, of that Territory, to ascertain if it were genuine. To-day it came back from Gen. S. indorsed a true bill. Now it will go to the President—and we shall see what will follow. He cannot sanction such a perfidious crime. I predict he will make Capt. Josselyn, his former private Secretary, and the present Secretary of the Territory, Governor in place of Baylor.

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