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describes her, who, putting her hand on his arm, said,--

"Please, don't go in there, till my daughter gets herself dressed!"

Andrew thereupon drew back, and in a few minutes a young lady (Miss
Howell) and another person, bent over as with age, wearing a lady's
"water-proof," gathered at the waist, with a shawl drawn over the head,
and carrying a tin pail, appear and ask to go to "the run" for water.
Mrs. Davis also appears and says,--

"For God's sake, let my old mother go to get some water!"

No objections being made, they passed out. But sharp eyes were upon the
singular-looking "old mother." Suddenly, Corporal Munyer, of Company C,
and others at the same instant, discovered that the "old mother" was
wearing very heavy boots for an aged female, and the Corporal
exclaimed,--

"That is not a woman! Don't you see the boots?"--and, spurring his horse
forward and cocking his carbine, compelled the withdrawal of the shawl,
and disclosed Jeff Davis.

As if stung by this discovery of his unmanliness, Jeff struck an
attitude, and cried out,--

"Is there a man among you? If there is, let me see him!"

"Yes," said the Corporal, "I am one; and if you stir, I will blow your
brains out!"

"I know my fate," said Davis, "and might as well die here."

But his wife threw her arms around his neck, and kept herself between
him and the threatening Corporal.

No harm, however, was done him, and he was generally kindly spoken to:
he was only stripped of his female attire.

As a man, he was dressed in a complete suit of gray, a light felt hat,
and high cavalry boots, with a gray beard of about six weeks' growth
covering his face.

He said he thought that our Government was too magnanimous to hunt women
and children that way.

When Colonel Pritchard told him that he would do the best he could for
his comfort, he answered,--

"I ask no favors of you."

To which surly reply the Colonel courteously responded by assuring him
of kind treatment.

Arrangements were forthwith made to return to Macon. The dead and
wounded were gathered up with far different feelings from those with
which we were wont to perform such sad duties, as the conviction that we
had been fighting our brothers struck a chill into the hearts alike of
officers and men. The dead were borne to Abbeville, and there tenderly
buried; the wounded were carried through with every attention to Macon,
full rations being allotted to them from Jeff's wines and othe