. Down in Dixie : la vie dans un régiment de cavalerie dans les jours de guerre, de la nature sauvage à Appomattox . selle pendant un mois, a exclamé Joe. Ici Ivebeen blâmant cette chère fille, et sa toute ma faute. IBelieve im un idiot. Bien sûr, elle ne pouvait pas écrire à Tilli lui dire où j'étais. Joe a pris merveilleusement après cela, et j'ai eu des mains pleines écrivant ses lettres à Marie, et la lecture des hersto lui. Ils ont gardé la correspondance jusqu'à l'ouverture de la campagne de 1864; la dernière lettre est venue le jour où nous avons quitté Warrenton, en Virginie, pour le Wilderness. Therewa n'a pas le temps d'y répondre. Il n'a jamais été responsable de Joes

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. Down in Dixie : life in a cavalry regiment in the war days, from the Wilderness to Appomattox . saddle for a month, exclaimed Joe. Here Ivebeen blaming that dear girl, and its all my fault. Ibelieve Im an idiot. Of course she couldnt write tillI let her know where I was. Joe picked up wonderfully after that, and I had myhands full writing his letters to Mary, and reading hersto him. They kept up the correspondence till the open-ing of the campaign of 1864; the last letter came theday we left Warrenton, Va., for the Wilderness. Therewas no time to answer it then. It never was answeredat Joes dictation. Missing in the Wilderness waswritten opposite his name on the first company muster-roll made out after that battle. It was believed he waskilled, as nothing was ever heard of him again. When we reached the James River on Sheridansraid, and had a breathing spell, I wrote to Joes Maryand informed her of the poor boys probable fate.There was a hope that he had been taken prisoner andthat he would be exchanged, and all that. But henever was seen again by his comrades, and a letter from. JOE DICTATES HIS LETTER TO MARY. LENOX •^■DATIONS DOWN IN DIXIE. 77 Mary to me, written just before we were mustered outat the close of the war, stated that she had abandonedall hope of ever seeing her darling Joe again. She hadwritten to me occasionally, begging me to make everypossible effort to find out something definite about Joe.I did my best in complying with her request, but I wassatisfied that Marys soldier lover filled an unknowngrave — with thousands of other noble young men —in the Wilderness. In making my daily trip to Dedham with the mail, I had about an hour to wait in the villao-e for the returntrain. Patriotism was at fever heat, and the goodpeople made my stay among them pleasant. Nothing-was too good for a soldier at that time. Mothers, sistersand sweethearts of some of the boys in blue at CampMeigs resided at Dedham. They made me their specialmessenger to carry

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