son. Mr. Stevenson and wife, wealthy people, were not harmonious in their choice of sides on the war question. The man was a firm Unionist and his wife advocated the rebel cause. They made a bargain that they would treat all alike, and frankly acknowledge their difference of opinion. They had now a fair chance to test each other's hospitality. The morning before we got possession of the town, John Morgan, with some of his staff, breakfasted with them. While we remained here, Surgeon Brashear and wife were their guests, and were treated with courtly respect.

The Confederate cavalry ceased to harass or bother us in any way farther from this point. All the way from Manchester, through the rugged hill region, they had stuck close to us and tried hard to bother us. With the exception of stampeding our beef cattle at Hazel Green, they had played a losing game, and were now ready, after pursuing us a hundred and fifty miles, to let us pass unmolested to the Ohio river.

October 2d we moved out and followed the valley of the Little Sandy down to the odd-looking hamlet of Oldtown. This day we observed near the road-side a small flame blazing up from some loose earth. We were told it was gas--an evidence of a subrerranean [sic] deposit of petroleum. Lying at Oldtown until morning, we picked up our insect invaded bodies and continued down the valley. A little episode that transpired the day out from Grayson, may not be out of place to record here. DeCourcey became fearful fuming, roaring mad. But that was not unusual nor surprising, for his paroxysms of rage seemed to be periodical, though this time the provocation was peculiar and aggravating. While we had halted to rest, and the men were lying or standing around in every direction, some fellows started up a porker, that dashed with the fleetness of a deer through the yelling guard, who assailed it with any missiles that were handy. Just as the hog was about out of reach of the noisy soldiers, one fellow indiscreetly pulled up and fired at it, the ball

striking a fence that bordered the road. Quick as a flash the jack in the box pops up at the removal of the lid, and as sudden, as the bang of the rifle smote his ears, DeCourcey stood on his feet in the presence of the man with the smoking weapon. Of course the soldier never would have touched the trigger if he had seen his colonel stretched on the ground a few feet distant. In the excitement of the moment, he had committed the act, and now, in dazed bewilderment, he listened to profanity that is nameless here, and beheld an exhibition of wrath that would burst a thermometer. The man was placed under arrest for a short time.

DeCourcey loved his soldiers as the master loves his dog--as his social inferior. A grievous mistake.

A very narrow place in the valley between Oldtown and Grayson, formed a dangerous point in our march. High, rough and precipitous walls of rock rise abruptly, with a space of but a few rods in width, with barely enough room for the stream and the road to pass between. The infantry passed with ease and perfect safety, but the wagons and artillery came through with tedious difficulty.

There was a manifestation of hilarity in the ranks on the 3d, that had not been noticed during our marches for months. Sunburnt and hardy-looking fellows joked about the rags that hung on their bodies; some spoke of the square meals that they proposed to have when the land of plenty was reached. These and innumerable other topics were musily and humorously mentioned as we rapidly approached the Ohio river.

Early in the afternoon we reached a little elevation at the edge of the rugged land where a sight that was supremely refreshing extended almost from our feet and spread out miles and miles away to the right and left. Directly in front of us, on the banks of the clear silvery Ohio, nestled the lovely looking town of Greenupsburg, with its multitude of shade trees clothed in the variegated colors of Autumn. The people for hours were momentary expected us, and were looking for the head of the column to glide out from the hills.