Mohun; Or, the Last Days of Lee and His Paladins.: Final Memoirs of a Staff Officer Serving in Virginia. from the Mss. of Colonel Surry, of Eagle's Nest.Cooke, John Esten
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Mohun; Or, the Last Days of Lee and His Paladins.: Final Memoirs of a Staff Officer Serving in Virginia. from the Mss. of Colonel Surry, of Eagle's Nest.
Cooke, John Esten
United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; Virginia -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Fiction; War stories
“Yes, my dear Surry,” was his reply, in a voice of sudden earnestness,
“you are not mistaken, and you see I am like all the rest of the world.
When we first met on the Rapidan, I was a woman-hater. I despised
them all, for I had had reason. That was my state of mind, when a very
beautiful and noble girl, whom you have seen, crossed my path. Events
threw us together--first, the wound I received at Fleetwood--she caught
me as I was falling on that day--and several times afterward I saw
and conversed with her, finding her proud, satirical, indifferent to
admiration, but as honest and true as steel. Still, our relations
did not proceed beyond friendship, and when I told you one day in
the Wilderness that I was not her suitor, I spoke the truth. I am not
exactly able to say as much to-day!--But to finish my account of myself:
I came here to Dinwiddie on the right of the army, and a week or two
after my arrival the enemy made a cavalry raid toward the Southside
railroad. I followed, and came up with them as they were plundering a
house not far from Five Forks. Well, I charged and drove them into the
woods--when, who should make her appearance at the door but Miss Conway,
whom I had last seen in Culpeper! As you know, her father resides
here--he is now at Richmond--and, after following the enemy back to
their own lines, hurrying them up with sabre and carbine, I came back to
inquire the extent of their depredations at Five Forks.
“Such is the simple explanation of the present ‘situation,’ my dear
friend. Miss Virginia cordially invited me to come whenever I could do
so, and although Miss Georgia was less pressing--in fact, said nothing
on the subject--I was not cast down thereby! I returned, have been often
since, and--that’s all.”
Mohun laughed the heart’s laugh. You have heard that, have you not,
reader? “Now tell me about yourself,” he added, “and on the way to
Five Forks! I see you are tired and hungry. Come! they have the easiest
chairs yonder, and are the soul of hospitality!”
The offer was tempting. Why not accept it? My hesitation lasted exactly
three seconds.
At the end of that time, I was riding beside Mohun in the direction of
Five Forks, which we reached just as I terminated my account of myself
since Mohun and I had parted in the Wilderness.
XVI.
“FIVE FORKS.”
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