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worked a good part of the night destroying the road, which did but little good, however, as the boys in blue soon fixed it up again.

During the campaign around Atlanta our company was out on picket. Just before we were relieved in the morning our company killed a fat cow, and we managed to bring a quarter into camp. As we were expecting to move at any time, we cut up the beef in chunks, built a scaffold and spread the meat on it, then built a fire and were cooking it so we could take it with us. We were all busy working at it when one of the company looked up and saw old Pat coming down the line on a tour of inspection. We had no time to hide the beef, and knew we were in for it. One of the company stepped out and saluted the General, and said : " General, we have some nice, fat beef cooking, and it is about done; come and eat dinner with us." " Well," he replied, " it does smell good. I believe I will." He sat down on a log, one of the boys took a nice piece of beef from the fire, another hunted a pone of corn bread and handed it to him. The General ate quite heartily, thanked us for the dinner, took out his cob pipe, filled it and began to smoke, chatting pleasantly with us, asking what we thought of our position, and if we thought we could whip the fight, if we had one, and then passed on down the line, while we cheered him. How could we help admiring him ? Had he lived and the war continued, he was bound to have risen to great distinction as an officer. He and General Granbury were killed near the breastworks at the battle of Franklin, Tennessee, and the Con- federacy lost two of her best officers.

T. O. MOORE,

Company F, Seventh Texas Volunteer Infantry, Granbuty 's Brigade, Cleburne's Division, Army of Tennessee.

[From the New Orleans, La., Picayune, November 5, 1893.]

THE OFFICER WHO RODE THE GRAY HORSE. A Stirring Episode in the Story of Confederate Valor.

How Major C. L. Jackson Won the Praise of His Gallant Foe by His

Bravery in Battle.

Out of the musty records of the past, from time to time, there springs to light some hidden treasure or letter, that brings back in