Burnside seeing us, came up on the porch, his big spurs and saber rattling as he walked.

He touched his hat politely to the ladies, and remarked that he supposed they had never seen so many "live Yankees" before in their lives.

The elderly lady spoke up promptly saying, "Oh yes, I have; many more." "Where ?" said Burnside.

"In Richmond." Prisoners, of course, was understood.
I read my dispatch aloud, when it was received.

This threw the younger lady into tears.