. The southerners, a story of the Civil War . Boyd Peyton hadnot been well enough to go North. Hehad been so ill so long that the war hadended leaving him still in Mobile, aquasi prisoner of war. It was the 12thof April, 1865. Richmond had fallen,Lee had surrendered, the intrench-ments of the Spanish Fort at Blakelyhad been stormed. General Mauryhad retreated, and the Federal troopswere entering the city. The end hadcome. The Confederacy was no had decided that the Union couldnot and should not be broken. Soldiersin strange blue uniforms were filling the streets. Aregiment of bronzed
. The southerners, a story of the Civil War . Boyd Peyton hadnot been well enough to go North. Hehad been so ill so long that the war hadended leaving him still in Mobile, aquasi prisoner of war. It was the 12thof April, 1865. Richmond had fallen,Lee had surrendered, the intrench-ments of the Spanish Fort at Blakelyhad been stormed. General Mauryhad retreated, and the Federal troopswere entering the city. The end hadcome. The Confederacy was no had decided that the Union couldnot and should not be broken. Soldiersin strange blue uniforms were filling the streets. Aregiment of bronzed veterans marched up GovernmentStreet, fluttering above them the Stars and band was playing—hateful tune in the peoplesears—Jo^^^^ Browns Body. It had been a longtime since that flag had been seen in Mobile, and asBoyd Peyton had been the last to salute it then he wasthe first to salute it now. As the regiment marchedby heading for the Shell Road^ where it was expectedsome further resistance might be made by the Confed- 400. THE MESSAGE FROM THE DEAD erates, a general officer, surrounded by a dusty andweather-beaten staff of hard campaigners, drew reinbefore Annandale House. A question to a surlypasser-by elicited that this was the home of Miss MaryAnnan. The general sprang from his horse, threw thereins to an orderly, and came clanking up the walktoward the house. Boyd Peyton slowly descended the steps to meethim. I am General Carpenter, of the Union army,* saidthe officer removing his hat, and staring at the othersuniform in great surprise. And I am Boyd Peyton, lieutenant in the UnitedStates Navy. What! cried the young officer, not Peyton of theHartford r Yes, sir. Not the officer who took the Metacomefs boat tothe rescue of the Tecumsehs men? Yes, sir. Man, I congratulate you! The country rang withyour exploit, sir! By gad, it was one of the bravestdeeds of the war! Thank you, sir. How is Admiral Farragut? What, havent you heard? Where have youbeen? I have
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