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destruction behind them. It was estimated that 

 during these two days' march two thousand 

 slaves and one thousand mules were added to 

 our train. 



The incidents of all this desolation were often 

 sickening and heart-rending; delicate women and 

 children, whom the morning had found in peace 

 and plenty, and glowing with pride in the valor 

 of Southern arms and the certainty of an early 

 independence for their beloved half-country, found 

 themselves, before nightfall, homeless, penniless, 

 and alone, in the midst of a desolate land. 



Captain Frank Moore, the Cossack of our 

 brigade, went at night to an outlying plantation, 

 of which the showy mansion-house stood on a 

 gentle acclivity in the edge of a fine grove. 

 Here lived alone with an only daughter, a beau- 

 tiful girl, a man who had been conspicuous in 

 his aid to the Rebellion, and whose arrest had 

 been ordered. The squadron drew up in front 

 of the house and summoned its owner to come 

 forth. He came, armed, sullen, stolid, and de- 

 termined, but obviously unnerved by the force 



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