"Everybody ran forward to pick up the
general. He had been thrown so hard that he was stunned and had big
bruises. That horse did him more damage than all the armies of the North
have done. I can tell you there was alarm for a while among the Johnnies,
but they say he was all over it before he left."
They wandered back toward their own command and the obliging guide
pointed out to them a house which the Confederate generals had made their
headquarters. They saw Colonel Winchester entering it, and thanking the
clerk, followed him.
Union officers were already in the house looking with curiosity at the
chairs and tables that Jackson and Lee and Longstreet had occupied.
Dick caught sight of a small package lying on one of the tables, but
another man picked it up first. As he did so he looked at Dick and said
in triumph:
"Three good cigars that the rebels have left behind. Have one, Mason?"
"Thanks, but I don't smoke."
"All right, I'll find someone else who does."
He pulled off a piece of paper wrapped around them, threw it on the floor
and put the cigars in his pocket.
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