I saw my brother brought out from the office on a mattress, and placed
in the "Hickory Hill" carriage, to which was hitched Mr. Wichkam's
horses, and then saw him driven away, a soldier on the box and a
mounted guard surrounding him. He was carried to the "White House"
in this way, and then sent by water to Fortress Monroe. This party
had been sent out especially to capture him, and he was held as a
hostage (for the safety of some Federal officers we had captured) for
nine long, weary months.

The next day I found out that all the horses but one had been saved
by the faithfulness of our servants. The one lost, my brother's
favourite and best horse, was ridden straight into the column by Scott,
a negro servant, who had him out for exercise. Before he knew our
enemies, he and the horse were prisoners. Scott watched for his
opportunity, and, not being guarded, soon got away. By crawling through
a culvert, under the road, while the cavalry was passing along, he
made his way into a deep ditch in the adjoining field, thence succeeded
in reaching the farm where the rest of the horses were, and hurried
them off to a safe place in the woods, just as the Federal cavalry
rode up to get them.

In a letter dated Culpeper, July 26th, to my brother's wife, my father
thus urges resignation:

"I received, last night, my darling daughter, your letter of the 18th
from 'Hickory Hill.'... You must not be sick while Fitzhugh is away,
or he will be more restless under his separation. Get strong and
hearty by his return, that he may the more rejoice at the sight of
you.... I can appreciate your distress at Fitzhugh's situation. I