“'Pears like yo' mean it, shuah nuff, dis time. Reckon yo'll get dar if all Massa Lee's sojers am as skeery ob de Yanks ah de crowd dat was heah when yo' all com' gallopin' cross de bridge las night. Whew! how dem rebels did run. Spec dey's close to Richmond by dis time, if dey not slack up some 'fore now.” The old darky was right. Custer had knocked the bottom out of everything around the station, making a total wreck. The ruins were still burning, and our boys were particular that the destruction should be complete. The mortification of the rebel prisoners was something ludicrous. Only a few hours before they had been guarding a detachment of Yankees captured in the Wilderness. They had reached Beaver Dam Station, where they had halted for the night. The prisoners had been assured that their chances of spending a year or so in Libby prison were of the best. But while the Confederates were boasting of their ability to whip Grant's army three to one, Custer's troopers dashed down on the station, and in a few minutes the fire-eating F. F. V.'s were ready to throw up both hands and surrender. Some of the Union boys who had been released buckled on C. S. A. belts and cartridge boxes, and stood guard over the crest-fallen gray backs. An infantry corporal of a Pennsylvania regiment, had been forced to give up all his personal effects to one of the rebel guards when leaving the Wilderness. The corporal had been “well fixed,” as the boys called it when a comrade had money, a watch, etc. After the tables had been turned on the Johnnies the corporal, having taken into custody the man who had robbed him, at once singled him out, and imitating the voice of the Johnnie, said: “That's a fine ring on your finger--think it would fit me? Hand it over.” The prisoner surrendered the ring, saying: “You've got the drop on me this time, Yank.” “Mighty fine watch you carry--you'll have no chance to keep it in prison where you're going. I'll take charge of it for you.” The watch was handed over. “Just go down in your pocket and see how many greenbacks you can find--you can't spend them in prison.” A pocket-book with quite a sum of money was given up. “Let me see! They won't allow you to smoke a meerschaum pipe in prison; so I'll save that for you till you get out. I'll guarantee it will be well colored.” The pipe was returned to its owner. “Now, that half-pound plug of tobacco, please. You may bite off one more chaw, as it will probably be the last you'll get right away.” The rebel obeyed orders. “As you will have no tramping to do after you get to the prison, and I'm liable to be on the go most of the time, we'd better swap shoes, as mine are nearly worn out.” The exchange was made. “That canteen!” Handed over. “Haversack!” Surrendered. “Fine tooth comb!” “I shall miss that.” “Suspenders!” Handed over. “Jack-knife!” “Here it is.”