Of course we all knew that he was chafing under the slights of his anomalous position, and I determined to see him on my way back.

His camp was a short distance off the Monterey road, in the woods, and consisted of four or five tents, with a sapling railing around the front.

As I rode up, Majors Rawlins, Lagow, and Hilyer, were in front of the camp, and piled up near them were the usual office and camp chests, all ready for a start in the morning.

I inquired for the general, and was shown to his tent, where I found him seated on a camp-stool, with papers on a rude camp-table; he seemed to be employed in assorting letters, and tying them up with red tape into convenient bundles.

After passing the usual compliments, I inquired if it were true that he was going away.