During the afternoon I observed a good-looking cavalryman stepping around the provost marshal's office, wearing a fine pair of long legged, newly blacked, boots. The thought struck me that those boots were private property and mine, and probably all that I would have to do to regain them would be to report to the major. I did so, and the following colloquy took place: "Major, I beg pardon, but I believe you made us the promise that our private property would be respected, and asked that we should report all extortions to you." "Yes, yes, certainly, lieutenant; have you lost anything?" "Yes, major, I have." "What?" "A pair of new boots." "Where?" was the major's query. "While in prison," I replied. "You don't think that I can find them, do you?" he questioned. "No, sir, but I can." "Where are they?" asked the major. "Upon that soldier's feet," pointing to the man with the boots on. "Ah, ah, that is one of General Stewart's men and I do not have anything to do with him." This ended both the dialogue and all chance of ever recovering my treasured boots, so I bid a fond farewell to my late pedal coverings, and went back to my quarters a sadder but wiser man. I knew then just how much faith I could pin in the future upon the pledges of my captors. CHAPTER II. Libby--Now I lose my money--"Fresh fish"--Quarters and rations--Boxes from home--Two majors escape--A general conspiracy--Bad news and new prisoners--General Butler saves two Union officers by threatening to hang Captains Fitzhugh Lee and Winder--Two female prisoners discovered in male attire in Belle Isle--We secure their release. After remaining in this prison two nights, we were marched out and south across the Rapidan River, where we found a train of cars awaiting us. We embarked and were conveyed to Gordonsville, where we were taken to the court house for the night. Next day, (October 23d) we were again placed aboard the train and taken to Richmond, where we arrived about 3 P.M. At the depot we were separated, the enlisted men being taken to Belle Isle, and we three officers placed in the now notorious Libby Prison. The prison was in command of Major Turner, whom I now saw for the first time. He was a very gentlemanly looking man, well dressed and a smooth talker, and assured us he was quite willing to make our short stay with him as pleasant as possible. After taking our names, rank and regiment, he informed us that the Confederate Government would not allow us to use or even carry United States money; that we would have to deposit our wealth with him for a short time, and that we would be entertained by his brother Dick.