I know I have never seen a finer looking man, nor one with more kind and gentle features and manners.

His horse was standing nipping the grass, and when I saw that he was getting ready to start I ran and caught his horse and led him up to him.

He took the reins of the bridle in his hand and said, "thank you, my son," rode off, and my heart went with him.

There was none of his staff with him; he had on no sword or pistol, or anything to show his rank.

The only thing that I remember he had was an opera-glass hung over his shoulder by a strap.
Leaving Big Springs, we marched on day by day, across Greenbrier and Gauley rivers to Huntersville, a little but sprightly town hid in the very fastnesses of the mountains.