d Gen. Logan yesterday, and will relate a little episode
concerning this brave commander: When Gen. Logan heard that I was a
Swede, and wished to see Maj. Stohlbrand, who had just ridden out to
look after his batteries, the general, being always full of fun,
assumed a very solemn air, and said: 'Too bad you did not come an hour
sooner, for then you could have seen Stohlbrand. There'--and he went
to the door of his tent and pointed across the camp ground--'there is
the tent of Maj. Stohlbrand. Half an hour ago a bomb exploded from the
main fort yonder. Poor Stohlbrand! Only a few remnants were left of
the contents of his tent. Poor Stohlbrand! Perhaps you would like to
see the remains?'

"Accompanied by Gens. Stevenson, Ransom, and several other officers, I
followed Gen. Logan to the tent of Stohlbrand. Then Logan said: 'Out
of respect for poor Stohlbrand we have put everything in order again.
Here you see his camp stool, there his uniform, and there is his
little field cot.' The bed looked as if a dead body was lying on it,
covered by a blanket. Logan walked solemnly up to the head of the bed,
lifted the blanket, and behold, there was only a bundle of rags! The
rest of us, of course, supposed that Stohlbrand was dead, and that his
corpse was lying on the bed. This little joke made the humorous Logan
laugh so that his whole body shook.

"As to the Swedes in the army, I may mention that, besides our Company
D, there are in the same division the company of Capt. Arosenius of
the Forty-third Illinois regiment, and that of Capt. Corneliuson of
the Twenty-third Wisconsin regiment, and a number of Swedes of the
other regiments from Illinois and Wisconsin, and of the Fourth and
Fifth Minnesota regiments. Old Company D is a model, as usual,--the
best one I have seen yet. Both officers and men are quiet, orderly,
cheerful and obedient, always faithful at their post, and ready to go
wherever duty calls them. They are loved and respected by all who come
in contact with them. When I feel sad or despondent, all I need do is
to walk along the camp street and take a look at some of my old
Scandinavians. Their calm and earnest demeanor always makes me glad
and proud. I ask for no greater honor than to point them out to some
stranger, saying: 'This is my old company.'

"Not these alone, however, but all of my countrymen whom I met in the
army have a good name, and