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many a gay-spirited fellow: “ Say, here’s one of Old Jack’s little boys, lethim by, boys ! ” in the most patronizing tone. “ Have a good breakfast thismorning, sonny ? ” “ Better hurry up, or you’ll catch it for getting behind.”
“Tell Old Jack we’re all a-comin’.” “Don’t let him begin the fuss till weget thar! ” And so on, until about 3 p. m., after a ride of ten miles of tortuousroad, I found the general, seated on a stump by the Brock road, writing thisdispatch, which, through the courtesy of the Virginia State Library, is heregiven in fac-simile: