He was
unchanged; his eyes still sparkled, his plume floated, his lips were
smiling.
He greeted me warmly, and then turned to General Mordaunt, and reported
the enemy attempting to cross at Ely's.
"I will go, then; will you ride with me, Surry? Keep a good look out
here, Mohun."
I accepted Mordaunt's invitation, and in a moment we were galloping,
accompanied by Harry, toward Ely's.
"Glad to see you again, colonel!" exclaimed the young man, in his gay
voice, "you remind me of old times, and a young lady was speaking of
you lately."
"A certain Miss Fitzhugh, I will wager!"
"There's no such person, colonel."
"Ah! you are married!"
"Last spring; but I might as well be single! That's the worst of this
foolishness,--I wish they would stop it! I don't mind hard tack, or
fighting, or sleeping in the rain; what I do mind is never being able
to go home! I wish old Grant would go home and see _his_ wife, and let
me go and see _mine_! We could then come back, and blaze away at each
other with some satisfaction!"
Harry was chattering all the way, and I encouraged him to talk; his gay
voice was delightful. We talked of a thousand things, but they
interested me more than they would interest the reader, and I pass on
to matters more important.
Pushing rapidly toward Ely's, we soon arrived, and found the enemy
making a heavy demonstration there.
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