It was noticeable in the gentry who carted the scanty provisions of the Rebels.

One of Wheeler's cavalrymen told me that the brigade to which he belonged was one evening ordered to move at daybreak.

The night was rainy, and it was thought best to discharge the guns and reload before starting.

Unfortunately, it was neglected to inform the teamsters of this, and at the first discharge they varnished from the scene with such energy that it was over a week before the brigade succeeded in getting them back again.
Why association with the mule should thus demoralize a man, has always been a puzzle to me, for while the mule, as Col.

Ingersoll has remarked, is an animal without pride of ancestry or hope of posterity, he is still not a coward by any means.