He spent days, and even weeks, going about through the division giving recitations before the camp-fires, and in improvised chapels, which the men had constructed from refuse lumber and canvas.

Suiting his selections to the occasion, he never failed to excite intense interest in the breasts of all present, and when circumstances finally separated him from us, all felt that a debt of gratitude was due him that could never be paid.

The pleasure he gave, and the confident feeling that was now arising from expected reinforcements, was darkened, however, by one sad incident.

Three men of my division had deserted their colors at the beginning of the siege and made their way north.

They were soon arrested, and were brought back to stand trial for the worst offense that can be committed by a soldier, convicted of the crime, and ordered to be shot.