“Yes. Well, he became soreheaded and got mad at the Administration, and was exceedingly bitter on Gen. Silent for relieving him, and soon took shelter under the wing of the anti-war party; but I have not heard of him for many years. I think he went to some foreign country, then came back and went to mining. I have no knowledge of his whereabouts now, however.” CHAPTER XIII. GEN. SILENT GUIDED BY A SPECTER.--ARMY OF THE CENTER.-- BELEAGUERED AND HALF STARVED IN CHATTERAUGUS.--MIDDLETON'S RIDGE.--GEN. SILENT'S FORCES SWEEP THE REBELS FROM THE CREST. “O thou whose captain I account myself, Look on my forces with a gracious eye. Put in their hands thy bruising irons of wrath That they may crush down with a heavy fall, The usurping helmets of our adversaries. Make us thy ministers of chastisement, That we may praise thee in thy victory. To thee I do commend my watchful soul. Ere I let fall the windows of mine eyes, Sleeping and waking, O, defend me...” --Shakespeare “The Army of the Center was now in a most deplorable condition. Gen. Biggs's lines extended to the river above and below, so that the Union army inside of Chatteraugus was practically invested, the rebel army being so situated that every movement of our troops could be watched as carefully as if they were all of the same army. The enemy persistently threw shells into our camp and made it very uncomfortable both by day and night. The rains had so swollen the river and damaged the roads that there was no direction from which supplies could be drawn in wagons of sufficient quantity to be of any very great assistance, had the rebels only held the Une of communication by rail. Our whole command had to be placed at once on half rations. Over 3,000 wounded soldiers were in camp and hospital, suffering and dying for want of proper food and nourishment. Forage for the animals could not be procured, and more than 10,000 died in and about Chatteraugus. One-third of the artillery horses died, and the remainder were unfitted for service. “Biggs had cut off a train of supplies of medical stores for the wounded, and the ammunition of our army was reduced to the minimum. In the battle of Cherokee Run the men had thrown away and lost their blankets, so they were exposed to the hot sun and the chilly nights, without blankets, tents, food, or any of the comforts that even soldiers usually enjoy in the field. When Rosenfelt started on the campaign his order was to take but one blanket to each man, and no overcoats. In this condition they could not retreat. They seemed doomed to surrender at no distant day.