. Bull run to Bull run; or, Four years in the army of northern Virginia. Containing a detailed account of the career and adventures of the Baylor Light Horse, Company B., Twelfth Virginia Cavalry, C. S. A., with leaves from my scrap-book . - home. I spoke tohim- and was about to request him to tell my mother that Iwas a prisoner, but not hurt, when, putting whip to his horse,he started in a full run. ]My guard shouted halt, and fireda couple of shots, but he never slackened pace. When Isaw him next after this, I inquired why he had acted sostrangely. AMiy, said he, If I had recognized you, the
. Bull run to Bull run; or, Four years in the army of northern Virginia. Containing a detailed account of the career and adventures of the Baylor Light Horse, Company B., Twelfth Virginia Cavalry, C. S. A., with leaves from my scrap-book . - home. I spoke tohim- and was about to request him to tell my mother that Iwas a prisoner, but not hurt, when, putting whip to his horse,he started in a full run. ]My guard shouted halt, and fireda couple of shots, but he never slackened pace. When Isaw him next after this, I inquired why he had acted sostrangely. AMiy, said he, If I had recognized you, theywould have killed me, sure. We reached Charlestown about 4 P. M. I had entered theplace so often as victor, and felt my humihation so deeply,that I covered my head so that my friends would not recog-nize me. My escort kindly permitted me to stop at the eastend of the town, at my cousins the Rutherfords, where Iborrowed $20 in gold for use during prison life, which Ianticipated would be long, as at that time there was no ex-change of officers. On resuming our journey, Lieutenant Hill kindly oftered. Jno. Coleman. 88 Bull Run to Bull Run. me his horse, (juite a nice animal Ijut Hke most Yankeehorses, not iMidlewise. He was anxious to get my opinionas to its qualities, which I readily assented to give after atrial; so I started off down Hunters Hill in a lope, and ifthe guards had not followed so close, with their carbinesdrawn on me, calling halt, I woukl have given his horse afair trial through Tates woods, down the Kabletown roadand awa} to freedom. Those fellows were evidently mind-readers, and by vigilance frustrated my plans. Lieutenant Hill now mounted his own horse, and I wasplaced on a very dilapidated steed, much like Don QuixotesRosinante, which bore me in humble style to Harpers Ferry,while his rider took my place on the blanket behind hiscomrade. When captured I was wearing a pair of spurs, presentedto my father by his friend, Hon. Henry Bedinger. and pur-chased by h
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