some means they could manage to secure a drink. Yet in some way he still
held himself above these creatures, and once or twice I heard of him
being under arrest for resenting what he deemed an impertinence from
them.

Once he came very near being drowned. There was a flood in the river,
and a large crowd was watching it from the bridge. Suddenly a little
girl's dog fell in. It was pushed in by a ruffian. The child cried out,
and there was a commotion. When it subsided a man was seen swimming for
life after the little white head going down the stream. It was "No. 4".
He had slapped the fellow in the face, and then had sprung in after the
dog. He caught it, and got out himself, though in too exhausted a state
to stand up. When he was praised for it, he said, "A member of old Joe's
company who would not have done that could not have ridden behind old
Joe." I had this story from eye-witnesses, and it was used shortly after
with good effect; for he was arrested for burglary, breaking into a
man's house one night. It looked at first like a serious case, for some
money had been taken out of a drawer; but when the case was investigated
it turned out that the house was a bar-room over which the man
lived,--he was the same man who had pitched the dog into the water,--and
that "No. 4", after being given whiskey enough to make him a madman, had
been put out of the place, had broken into the bar during the night
to get more, and was found fast asleep in a chair with an empty bottle
beside him. I think the jury became satisfied that if any money had been
taken the bar-keeper, to make out a case against "No. 4", had taken
it himself. But there was a technical breaking, and it had to be got
around; so his counsel appealed to the jury, telling them what he knew
of "No. 4", together with the story of the child's dog, and "No.
4"'s reply. There were one or two old soldiers on the jury, and they
acquitted him, on which he somehow managed to get whiskey enough to land
him back in jail in twenty-four hours.

In May, 1890, there was a monument unveiled in Richmond. It was a great
occasion, and not only all Virginia, but the whole South, participated
in it with great fervor, much enthusiasm, and many tears. It was an
occasion for sacred memories. The newspapers talked about it for a good
while beforehand; preparations were made for it as for the celebration
of a great and general ceremony in which the whole South was interested.
It was in