He was some twelve or more years my senior; but we knew enough of each other to be well acquainted at once.

We soon reached the house of a Mr.Bennett, dismounted, and left our horses with orderlies in the road.

Our officers, on foot, passed into the yard, and General Johnston and I entered the small frame-house.

We asked the farmer if we could have the use of his house for a few minutes, and he and his wife withdrew into a smaller log-house, which stood close by.
As soon as we were alone together I showed him the dispatch announcing Mr.Lincoln's assassination, and watched him closely.
The perspiration came out in large drops on his forehead, and he did not attempt to conceal his distress.

He denounced the act as a disgrace to the age, and hoped I did not charge it to the Confederate Government.