Battle of Pageland-A victory turned into A defeat by
     treachery-death of gen.  Lyon-on the Trail of the Knights
     of the golden circle.

     “Sorrow breaks seasons, and reposing hours,
     Makes the night morning, and the noontide night.” 
     -Shakespeare

“During the two weeks intervening, Dr. Adams was engaged in carefully writing from his very full shorthand notes the relation of facts as given by Uncle Daniel.  At the appointed time all were again present, eager for a continuance of this interesting and remarkable history of events only a short time past, and yet almost forgotten.  When all were seated Uncle Daniel began: 

“The time between the sending of my report to the President of Gen. Anderson’s trip and his answer, with further instructions, was considerable.  Finally, I received a letter from the Secretary of War, who seemed very much gratified about the information that had been gathered, as also at the manner in which it had been obtained.  He requested that I send or go myself to Canada and ascertain such further facts as I could in reference to the conspiracy and the movements of the conspirators.  Gen. Anderson, my son Jackson, and myself held a consultation as to my going.  They thought the undertaking too hazardous for me to attempt, and finally Jackson proposed that he would go himself, saying that it would be at least two months before Gen. Anderson could again take the field for active operations; in the meantime he (Jackson) could be profitably employed in this business for the Government.  This was agreed upon as the better course to pursue.  Jackson was at once given all the secrets of the Circle as far as the General knew them.  He studied the passwords, signs, and their instructions until the General pronounced him sufficiently well informed for a first class conspirator.  And as soon as he could get himself in readiness he started for Montreal, C. E., by way of New York.  During all this time the Circle had been busily at work, and the excitement was increasing all over the country.

“The alarm for fear of the enemy in our rear was producing such a condition of things as to endanger the safety of the people every where in the West, and at this time much encouragement was given to our enemies at home by the many failures of our armies in the East.  The army, as before stated, had been put under a new commander, Gen. Pike, and the displeasure created among the ranking officers was easily to be seen by their language and manner towards him.  This feeling was constantly fed by disparaging articles in the opposition press.  The enemy in arms could easily see that this was a golden opportunity, and they availed themselves of it.  They commenced a movement which indicated an advance against our forces.  Gen. Wall, of the rebel army, had by rapid marches put himself between Gen. Pike and his base.  This forced a movement on the part of our troops to the rear, and necessitated an immediate attack upon Gen. Wall in order to drive him back from the threatening position he occupied.  The troops were moved rapidly back in the direction of Cow Creek, where it was intended by Gen. Pike to assault him.

“The army was at last all collected in easy supporting distance, and Pike moved out with Gen. Horn’s corps and assaulted Gen. Dawn’s division of Wall’s army.  The contest was a spirited one, and lasted until well in the night.  Dawn finally retreated.  During the night all arrangements were made for an advance.  The next morning the General-in-chief of the rebel armies was moving by forced marches in order to join Wall prior to any serious engagement, and Pike was determined to attack Wall before the main army of the enemy could arrive; but, to his utter astonishment, his forces under Farlin, ordered to join him from the base of supplies, were not in motion as yet, as he ascertained; and so with Fitzgibbon, who had been repeatedly urged to come with all dispatch.  This left Pike in such a condition that he must delay his attack, which delay might bring great disaster to his army.  Pike sent his staff officers to notify those Generals of his desires and intentions, which was done; but all manner of excuses were given for the delay.  Finally, the next day, when part of his forces had arrived, Fitzgibbon coming up leisurely with his corps of magnificent soldiers, he was forced to commence the battle in the absence of Farlin and his corps.  He moved out, putting his cavalry on the right flank, near Siddon Springs, threatening the left of Wall’s army, who were formed in line of battle at or near a small town called Pageland.  Rackett holding Pike’s right, Shunk in the center, and Brig-Gen. David Lyon on the left of Shunk, his left resting on the edge of a grove of thick timber.  The extreme left of the command was held by Gen. Fitzgibbon’s corps.  It was understood that Fitzgibbon would attack the enemy during the engagement on his right flank, and in that way measurably destroy him.  The troops being thus disposed they were ordered to advance.  The battle soon commenced by slight cavalry skirmishing on our right.  Our cavalry having met the cavalry of the enemy, he, discovering our movements and positions, moved out to meet us.  The firing and cracking of carbines increased, until finally musketry was distinguishable on the line fronting our cavalry.  They soon asked for support, which was sent, and the enemy driven back.  At this time skirmishing opened in several places on our infantry line, and continued until our whole line was formed and advanced.  The enemy having advantage in position, did not advance to meet our forces, but held themselves in readiness to receive any attack that our troops should make upon them, Wall intending to save his men as much as possible, and to hold out until the main rebel army should arrive.  Finally an assault was ordered all along the Une, and Wall was driven back to a deep depression in the ground, behind which, on the rising slope beyond, he reformed his line.  Our forces pressed forward and assailed his left with great energy.  Wall gradually gave way and was being easily driven back, when all at once a dash was made from the position to which they had been forced.  This onslaught was so vigorous and irresistible that our forces had to give way and fall back to the main line.  Gen. Rackett, seeing this dash of the enemy, at once said: 

“’These are fresh troops.  They are re-enforcing from some other part of the line.’

“This being communicated to the commanding General, he said they must have weakened the center.  In order to test this he ordered an assault to be made at once upon their center.  In this opinion he was correct.  The assault upon the enemy’s center dislodged him and drove him in much confusion back to another position.  Our left then moved forward rapidly with the same result, and the battle was going well and very satisfactorily.  Our right being then re-enforced, the enemy was driven from his line at every point.  Gen. Pike believing that he had the enemy in a position where he could easily beat him, if his other forces would come up promptly, sent to the rear to find Farlin, but he could not be found.  He said to one of his staff officers: 

“‘Does not this look as if I was betrayed?’

“The staff officer, now dead, replied: 

“’General, this is what I have feared for some time.  The movements of the enemy look as though they were only fighting for time.  You see how easily they are forced back-in numbers engaged more than equal to ours.’

“’What of Fitzgibbon on the left?  I have not heard a gun in that direction.’

“‘Nor will you,’ replied the officer.

“’But he has orders to attack at once.  He must attack very soon, I am sure.  How can he see and hear a battle like this without engaging?’

“The officer made no reply.  The General thought he would ascertain, and ordered his staff officer to proceed to the line of Gen. Lyon, and ask him to feel out from his left for Fitzgibbon, and to open communication with him.  This order being executed, Gen. Lyon reported that he could not find any force to his left, but at the same time reported that there was much noise and dust in his front on the main road, and he feared re-enforcements for the enemy.

“Just then Gen. Mcintosh reported with his command, which had been marching from Fitzgibbon’s rear for some time in order to reach the battlefield.  As soon as he had reported Gen. Pike directed that, as soon as his command could rest, so as to be in condition to move forward, he desired him to move up in support of Gen. Lyon; as he feared re-enforcements were moving to his (Lyon’s) front.

“Just about this, time Fitzgibbon had discovered much dust rising in the direction of the south.  He called the attention of some of his officers to it, and proposed a retreat.  But his command did not think a retreat without losing a man or testing the enemy would look quite soldierly, and the retreat was abandoned for the present; but in a few moments an immense flock of wild pigeons (having been by some means disturbed,) came down like a great cloud, and the roaring sound they produced in their flight so startled Gen. Fitzgibbon that he thought a large corps of cavalry were charging upon him.  Thereupon he immediately ordered his men under cover and to prepare for retiring, at the same time announcing that our forces were evidently beaten.  Gen. Mcintosh moved forward and at once engaged the enemy, and the battle became general.

“The enemy, then evidently being re-enforced, made several desperate but unsuccessful assaults upon our center; but soon fresh troops were thrown in its support, and our lost ground regained.  Our right at this time pressed forward, and at once were hotly engaged.  Our artillery now opened from the different positions occupied by our batteries.  The enemy’s batteries promptly replied.  Our cav airy were ordered to try and penetrate to the rear of the enemy.  Here was a contest between cavalry.  Carbines cracked and rattled almost like the heavy musketry of infantry.  Many a horse was seen going at full speed over the field riderless.  Many a cavalryman fell.  At last a charge with sabers drawn was ordered.  The sight, as described to me, was one of grandeur to behold.  On to the charge they went, each saber flashing in the sunlight.  Crash went saber against saber.  Sparks flew as if from heated steel.  ‘Forward?’ was heard on both sides.  Flashes of sparks and ringing sounds from the steel as saber came against saber.  Arms were gashed, hands and faces were cut, heads were cleft, and sabers pierced the bodies of the troopers on either side.

“Back went the rebel cavalry and on against them our men were thrown, until infantry came to the enemy’s support, accompanied by a battery of artillery.  A deadly fire from both was poured into the ranks of our horsemen.  Our lines staggered, then recovered again, but could not withstand both the infantry and artillery.  They were compelled to fall back.  Many were unhorsed and quite a number captured.  Among them was my son Henry, of the Michigan Cavalry.  His horse was killed, and his own back injured in the fall, so that he could not make good his escape.  (He was sent to the rear.  I heard nothing from him for months-only knew that he was taken prisoner.) But the command again rallied and held their line on the flank of our infantry.  The artillery on the left of our line were having a regular duel with several batteries of the enemy.  Our center was being sorely pressed again.  Column after column assaulted and checked our advance.  Gen. Pike was very anxious about his support, and repeatedly sent to find Farlin, but the same report was made each time, ‘Not in sight; cannot be found.’  At last a report came that Farlin was some twenty miles away, and moving very leisurely.

“‘My God!’ exclaimed Gen. Pike, ’my army is sacrificed.  These men will not support me.  The battle is to be lost, and perhaps all depends upon the issue here to-day.  To win this battle makes our success sure; to lose it may be the loss of all.’

“He called an officer and said, ’Take this written order to Fitzgibbon.  He must attack at once.’

“Fitzgibbon was found beneath the shade of a broad oak.  He had not fired a gun; his men were panting for a chance to enter the contest.  As the officer passed along they cried out, ‘Why not put us into the fight?’ How is the battle going?’ ‘Are we driving them?’ ’The rebs are being re-enforced; we can see troops coming down by Pageland.’ (The town was in full view from where they were impatiently waiting for the command ‘Forward!’)

“Gen. Fitzgibbon paid no attention to the order, except to say, ’Pike doesn’t know what he is doing.’

“The officer said, on returning, Fitzgibbon’s men were lying by their arms, (which were stacked,) and could be put into use instantly.  The General could not believe that the attack would not be made by Fitzgibbon.  The battle now was at white heat-infantry, artillery and cavalry were all engaged.  The lines swayed, sometimes the rebels were gaining slight advantage, and then the forces on our side.  Gen. David Lyon’s command was now all engaged.

“He drove the enemy through the woods where his left first rested.  He was handling his troops well.  The commanding General came along where he was engaged and complimented him very highly for the manner in which he was succeeding on his part of the line.  He then asked David (Gen. Lyon) if he could hear any firing on his left.  Gen. Lyon answered him in the negative.

“’Is it possible?  Are you not mistaken?  It seems to me that I can hear i

“‘No, Gen. Pike,’ said Gen. Lyon; ’you imagine so; for I assure you I have watched and listened for some movement on my left.  There has been none whatever.’

“Gen. Shunk came up just at that moment and said: 

“‘Gen. Pike, Gen. Rackett is killed.’

“‘Is that so?  He was one of my most faithful Generals.’

“He sent an officer back to see that the next officer in rank should take command at once.

“Gen. Shunk said to Gen. Pike: 

“’I fear that re-enforcements for the enemy are coming up.  I have just captured some prisoners, who say they have marched fifteen miles to-day, and were put into the battle as soon as they arrived.  They also say that the commander of the rebel armies is not more than ten miles away with at least 20,000 men.’

“’Yes, that may be so; but if Fitzgibbon will attack on the left, as I have ordered him positively to do, and Gen. Farlin comes up-who is not farther away than the rebel troops-we will be their equal in numbers.’

“‘Do you think Farlin is trying to get here, General?’

“’Why, he knows we are engaged.  He is an old soldier and ought to do his duty.’

“’True enough; but if he did not know his duty, and was not an old soldier, he might come sooner than he will, knowing it.  I do not like to say so, General, but I have my suspicions that Farlin and Fitzgibbon do not wish you to win this battle.’

“The conversation was here broken off.  The enemy having made a desperate assault on Shunk’s command, he rode quickly away.  By this time the battle was terrific, and the slaughter terrible on both sides.  The field was beginning to look more like a slaughter-pen than anything else to which it could be compared.  Men were being brought to the rear on stretchers, and also carried by their comrades without stretchers; in fact, you know it was a very common thing for several men to take hold of one to help him to the rear when sometimes the soldier had but a scratch..

“Gen. Horn, who had been in reserve up to this time, came up with his command and supported Gen. Mcintosh, who was now hard pressed.  When Gen. Horn entered the field he could be heard far away, having a stentorian voice.  He advanced rapidly and drove the right of Wall back far from his main line; but here, in close supporting distance, lay Longpath, with his fresh troops.  He waited until Horn’s line was clear in advance of the main line, and at once set upon him with great ferocity, driving him back on Mcintosh, that portion of our line giving way for the moment.  Gen. Lyon’s command was then furiously attacked by fresh troops.  They stood the shock, but had finally to give way.  Pike witnessed this terrible fighting, and said again, ’Can it be possible that Farlin will not get here in time to save this battle?’ He again rode up to Gen. Lyon and asked if he still heard nothing on his left.  The General answered ‘No.’  He then directed him to send a courier through and communicate with Fitzgibbon.  By this time the heaviest fighting was on the right and center, the firing having slackened on the left.  The courier was gone but a short time, when he returned and reported the enemy marching down a road to our left and forming at right angles with our line.  This was easily understood, and as soon as possible our left was changed to face the troops so forming on and across our flank.  New troops were thrown in at this point, to enable proper resistance to be made, their attack on our angle being made as a diversion.

“This attack now having been repulsed, the enemy were driven back, and quite a number of prisoners captured; the soldiers became much elated and commenced cheering, which was taken up all along the line.  On our left our officers took it that Farlin had arrived, or that Fitzgibbon had sent word that he was going to attack at once and relieve the situation, the position of the troops facing our left being such that he could attack them in the rear.  But all were doomed to be disappointed.  The rebels forming on our left were troops just arriving and under the immediate command of the General-in-chief of the rebel army.  They were soon in position, and their skirmishers moving through the woods in the direction of our refused left.  The situation was critical indeed.  The commanding General ordered all the artillery that could be brought into battery to be placed in position on this flank.  The line then held by Wall on his left could not be abandoned, nor could he draw from his center, as he was being pressed all along that part of the line.  But on they came through the woods.  None but infantry could get through without great delay.  They opened fire.  Our line gave way, and fell back to the support of the batteries.  Finally the batteries all opened, and like the roar of mighty thunders was the noise.  The earth shook as though an earthquake was disturbing it.  Fire was vomited forth as though it were from the mouth of some burning volcano.  Destruction and death were dealt out unsparingly to the enemy.  They started to charge the batteries, and with that hideous yell that they seemed only to employ or understand, on they came.  But finally, when they could stand against the torrent of shot and shell no longer, they broke to the rear in great confusion.

“Gen. Pike saw the success, and exclaimed:  ’If my other troops would only come up, or Gen. Fitzgibbon attack, the day would soon be ours.’

“But he was doomed to further disappointment.  They did not come up, neither did they attack.  The rebel General soon took in the whole situation.  He put his artillery in battery on a hill to the right of our refused line, so as to concentrate his fire on the flank of our batteries and force them to change position.  This being done he opened some eighteen guns.  This forced a change in the position of our batteries, and there and then commenced, one of the most destructive artillery duels that was ever witnessed.  Battery horses were killed on both sides, gunners blown to pieces by shell, officers and men mangled, Gen. Mosely, on the rebel side, had his head shot off, and a Colonel and two Captains were blown to pieces on our side.  While this duel was going on the rebel General was reforming his men for another infantry attack on our left.  At this moment Gen. Pike said to Gen. Lyon: 

“‘General, I hear guns over to our left.’

“Gen. Lyon listened, and answered: 

“‘Well, General, I believe you are correct.  I think I heard a gun.’

“Pike then believed that Fitzgibbon had made an attack, and would compel the enemy to withdraw their forces directly on our left.  But he was mistaken.  No attack was made except the one by the rebels.  Very soon afterwards they had completed their line, and, knowing the value of a flank attack, again assaulted in the same manner as before.  They came this time with more caution than before, but with a stronger force.  They opened fire on both sides about the same time.  The battle was now renewed all along the line-cavalry, infantry and artillery.  The Unes wavered occasionally on both sides.  The left of our line gave way at first, but rallied again.  Gen. Lyon rode up and down his line, cheering his men.  He led them again and again against the seeming adamantine wall of rebels, and finally forced them back slowly, holding all the ground gained.  By this time our center was penetrated and broken.  Our troops could not be rallied for some time.  The rebels seeing our confusion took advantage of it, and with the intrepidity of so many demons made another attack on all parts of the line and forced our whole line some distance to the rear.  It looked for an hour as though all was lost.  At one time our lines seemed to be melting away and becoming disorganized.  They were rallied again, however, and formed a new line about a mile in the rear of our first.  Both armies were exhausted.  Fresh troops then to our aid would have settled the fortunes of the day in our favor But they did not come.  Gen. Pike thought that whoever made the first attack would be successful, and ordered our line forward.  They moved cautiously, but steadily, attacking and driving the enemy back.  He kept falling back until he occupied his first line and we ours.  Our left, however, was soon struck by a division of fresh troops, and was driven back some distance through the woods with great loss.  My dear son, Gen. Lyon, here, while rallying his men, was shot through the heart and instantly killed.”

“The old man wept bitterly, and many tears rolled down the cheeks of his listeners.  When he could resume he said: 

“If Fitzgibbon had attacked as was expected, our flank could not have been turned, and the great slaughter that occurred on this part of the line would have been avoided.  Night here closed the day’s slaughter with our left completely turned and our troops demoralized.  They passed the night on their arms.  The next morning at daylight the attack was resumed by the rebels and our army was beaten.  Gens.  Stepleton and Kearnan fell on that day, with many other brave officers and men.  No battle lost during the war fell with more crushing effect upon the loyal people than did the defeat of the Army of the East at the battle of Pageland.  The battle was lost by the failure of Farlin and Fitzgibbon to support Gen. Pike.  They did just what the President and Secretary of War feared they would do-that was, fail in supporting Pike, the new commander.  Their idea was to dictate the commander or not fight.  One would think that men who had fed upon the charity of the Government from youth to middle age would be inspired by a more lofty feeling and sentiment.  But this is a mistake.  You cannot infuse patriotism by drilling at a college or in the field.  This comes from the nursery of the mother.  Nor can you put brains, commonsense or courage where God has refused it.  The question with these men was, ‘Do you belong to a certain chosen few?’ If so, that was put above every other consideration.  A volunteer, no matter how much he might develop a genius for military affairs, could have no recognition at their hands.

“The fact that Julius Cæsar and Napoleon Bonaparte were great generals without military training except in the field proved nothing.  If men like those who first commanded our army in the East, and who formed the coterie, had lived during the Revolutionary War, Washington and the best of his generals would not have been permitted to have commanded a brigade, if these men could have controlled as they did at the outbreak of the rebellion.  The same feeling has grown among our people since the war, until the brains of a man cuts but little figure in matters connected with governmental affairs.  He must belong to one of two classes:  either a snob or one who has made a fortune.  No matter whether he made it selling rotten blankets to the Government, worthless arms for the soldiers, bad meat, diseased horses, small mules, rotten and poorly-put-together harness, or procured his money in some other way-if he has it, the conclusion is at once that he is a great man and full of wisdom.  These things are unfortunate in a government like ours.  But this is the tendency, and has been for many years.  Dash and swell is the motto now; it is growing more in that direction every day.  But I have wandered away from my subject.  The battlefield of Pageland and its surroundings was a sight to behold the day after our defeat.  The private soldiers felt outraged and officers were discouraged, and many good people despaired of our final success.  Even the President was more despondent than he had ever been, but still had faith in God and our cause.  The losses on both sides were very great.  The country all around was by both sides turned into a great hospital.  The army was almost disorganized; it certainly was most thoroughly demoralized.  Gen. Pike was relieved, and McGregor put in command again.  Fitzgibbon was sent to the rear without a command.  Farlin was everywhere by every friend of his country severely censured.  Fitzgibbon was denounced as a traitor to his superior officer.

“The mournful part to myself and family had only in part come upon us.  Dr. James Lyon, having cut one of his hands in making an amputation, feared bad results from the wound; for that reason he procured a leave of absence, and accompanied the remains of his brother David home.  I will not attempt to describe to you the depth of grief in our family, from the oldest to the youngest.  It was greater than I now wish to recall, even though so many years have passed since that melancholy scene.  Suffice it to say that Gen. David Lyon fills the grave of as gallant and noble a soldier as ever drew a sword.  He rests beside his wife and little daughter Sarah in the cemetery at Allentown.”

“The old man, overcome by this recital, could not speak for some time, but finally continued: 

“Gen. Anderson was very sad.  Dr. James was very restless with his hand, which had commenced swelling and was becoming extremely painful.  My wife Sarah and Jennie (David’s widow) were stricken down with fever, requiring the constant attendance of Mary Anderson and Aunt Martha for many days before their recovery was assured.  In the meantime Peter arrived, the wound in his foot having broken out again.  When he came to his mother’s bedside she said: 

“‘O!  Peter, my son, that horrible dream haunts me still.’

“This dream from the first had a very depressing effect upon Peter, though he pretended to think nothing of it.  We now commenced casting about to see if there was any way to have Henry exchanged.  He being merely a private soldier, this was not so easy of accomplishment, as if he had been an officer.  During the evening, while we were engaged in conversation in the parlor, Aunt Martha came in and said: 

“’Uncle Daniel, dar’s a young lady on de porch who wants to see you very bad, she say, on mos’ obticlar bizness.’

“‘Tell her to come in,’ was my answer.

“In a moment a very modest and rather pretty young lady walked in.  She was evidently greatly embarrassed.  I arose, and extending my hand asked her to be seated.  She sat down for a moment, and then hesitatingly said: 

“‘Your wife is unwell, I understand, Mr. Lyon?’

“‘Yes,’ I replied; ‘very unwell.  She has had a great sorrow recently.’

“’Yes, sir; so I understand.  I very much desired to see her, but will not annoy her at this time.  I had a matter about which I wished to speak with her.  You know, women give their confidence to one another; but I hope you will allow me to give mine to you, as your wife is sick?’

“‘Yes, my good girl; you can say what you wish to me.’

“’Well, Mr. Lyon’-she then hesitated.

“’I encouraged her to proceed.

“’Well, I am on my way South, and I wish your good offices in getting through the lines.’

“‘How can I assist you, my child?’

“’I hear, sir, that you are a great friend of the President, and I thought perhaps you might intercede for me.’

“’May I inquire for what purpose you wish to go South?  Do your people live there?’

“’No, sir; I live in Michigan.  I was never farther South than this place, and this is my first visit here.  My name is Seraine Whitcomb.  I am going South to see what I can do to have a young man exchanged who is now a prisoner in the hands of the rebels.

“‘Is he your brother?’ I inquired.

“She blushed, and replied: 

“‘No, sir, he is not a relative; but one in whom I am much interested.’

“I saw through the whole matter at once, but did not press the young lady further.  If I had only known whom she meant I would have embraced her as the greatest little heroine living.  She said she only wished a letter from me to the President; that she would do the rest herself.  This letter I gave her without further questions.  She was so modest and yet so brave.  She took the letter, bade me good-by, and left.  As she went out she remarked: 

“’Do not be surprised if you should receive a letter from me at some future time.’

“After she had gone Peter remarked that perhaps she was sent down South by the Golden Circle, and I might be bestowing favors on the wrong person.  I said, ’True, but I will take my chances on that girl’s being honest, and, not only honest, but a regular little heroine.’

“Here the conversation on this subject came to an end, and we took up the condition of the army.  Peter said the jealousies between officers in the Army of the East were strange; that there was nothing of this kind among the Western troops; that all seemed to have the same common purpose, and that was success; but, said he, it may be partly accounted for in this, that we are all alike unskilled in the arts of war, and do not know enough to get up these conspiracies and jealousies.  We are all volunteers, save two or three, and all obey orders, and go into a battle to win, each one believing he is doing the best fighting.  It seems that at the battle of Pageland the only object of some of the leading commanders was to find some way to lose the battle and at the same time save their own scalps.

“Gen. Anderson said: 

“’Well, I do not know how I may succeed as a commander; but I will have the courage to relieve any man, and send him to the rear, of whom I may have the least suspicion, whether it be for cowardice, want of good intentions toward the Government, good faith toward his superior officer, or for any other cause that might give uneasiness about his properly performing his duty.’

“’That would seem to me to be the proper course for any commander of forces,’ I replied.”

“Uncle Daniel,” said Dr. Adams, “I am curious to know what became of those two generals-Farlin and Fitzgibbon.”

“Well, sir, the same power that is now rewarding those who struck us the heaviest blows, both North and South, is paying homage to these men.  They are both held in high esteem by many people, and you would think they were the only loyal men that were near the battlefield on that day.”

“Yes,” said Col.  Bush; “to have lost an arm or leg on the Union side is like the brand of Cain nowadays; but to have been a rebel or to have belonged to the Golden Circle, or failed in some way by which the rebels profited or gained advantage, entitles one to a medal or some high position of honor and emolument.”