upon military matters, asked him if he had managed to secure any breakfast. The Colonel informed him that he had, and Jackson said:

"I should like to have some myself. I wonder if I can get some buttermilk?"

"Yes, General-come with me," was Colonel Munford's

answer.

And they rode to the plain mansion in which an old lady of the humbler class had furnished Colonel Munford with his breakfast. "Can I get some breakfast for General Jackson, madam?” asked the officer; "he has had none to-day."

"For whom?" exclaimed the good woman, pausing in her work and looking earnestly at the speaker.

"For General Jackson," was the Colonel's reply.

"General Jackson! That is not General Jackson!" she again exclaimed, pointing to the man in the dingy uniform. “Yes it is, madam.”

The old lady gazed at the General for a moment in silence; her face flushed red, and raising both hands she suddenly burst into tears.

Every thing in her house was produced without delay, including the longed-for buttermilk; but nothing, evidently, in the old lady's estimation was good enough for her hero.* These things touched Jackson more than the plaudits of victory.

CHAPTER VIII.

GENERAL POPE IN CULPEPPER.

THE disastrous issue of affairs on the Chickahominy took place at a moment when the Federal arms had achieved import ant successes in the West.

In that quarter the Confederates had met with serious re

* These incidents are related on the authority of Colonel T. T. Munford of the cavalry.