Some sentinel has shot her cow by mistake for a Rebel.

The United States cannot think of paying the desired thirty dollars.

Let her go to the Post-Quartermaster and select a cow from his herd.

If there is none to suit her (and, indeed, not one of them gave a drop of milk,--neither did hers), let her wait till the next lot comes in,--that is all .-- Yesterday's operations gave the following total yield: Thirty 'contrabands,' eighteen horses, eleven cattle, ten saddles and bridles, and one new army-wagon.

At this rate we shall soon be self-supporting _cavalry_.
"Where complaints are made of the soldiers, it almost always turns out that the women have insulted them most grossly, swearing at them, and the like.