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ss Story of an Emigrant. 102
mv wife, who had a fine saddle horse, and had become an
expert rider during her long stay in the camp, we galloped
mile after mile along the fine plain, outside of the
picket-lines where men of mv own brigade were 011 guard, till at
last we found ourselves several miles from the place where
we had passed through our lines. Returning toward camp,
we struck the picket line at a point where a recently arrived
regiment was stationed, and where the ground was soft and
marshy. Being challenged by the guard I answered who I
was, but as he could not plainly distinguish my uniform in
the twilight and did not know me personally, he ordered us,
with loaded gun, to stand still until he could call the officer
of the guard. It was 110 easy matter to obey his orders,
for the horses continually sank down in the soft ground, but
finally the officer arrived, and we succeeded in getting to
the camp without further trouble. I was not the first officer
who thus got into trouble by neglecting to write out a pass
for himself.
On a fine April day, which can never be forgotten, the news
came that our president, Abraham Lincoln, had been
murdered. Stricken with consternation I hurried down to the
Third regiment in person to tell the sad news. Never, either
before or since, have I witnessed such a scene as the one that
followed. Some of the men went completely wild with sor-’
row, weather-beaten veterans, embracing each other, wept
aloud, others swore and cursed. In the prison yard, which was
guarded bv men belonging to my regiment, a rebel prisoner
took oft’ his cap, waived it in the air and cried, "Hurrah for
Booth ! " A man by the name of Stark immediately loaded
his gun and shot the rebel dead on the spot. Many others,
both inside and outside the camp, were shot because they
expressed joy at the death of Lincoln. Passions were
strong, and all tolerance and patience exhausted among the
( nion soldiers on that occasion. The main arm}’ of the
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