As a general I have spoken of him in these memoirs, not personally.

I try to state facts, so that you may see, reader, why our cause was lost.

I have no doubt that Bragg ever did what he thought was best.

He was but a man, under the authority of another.
But now, allow me to introduce you to old Joe.

Fancy, if you please, a man about fifty years old, rather small of stature, but firmly and compactly built, an open and honest countenance, and a keen but restless black eye, that seemed to read your very inmost thoughts.