the crime of his rulers had set in barbarous conflict against others of
like training with his own,--a man who, but for the curse which our
generation is called on to expiate, would have taken his part in the
beneficent task of shaping the intelligence and lifting the moral
standard of a peaceful and united people.

On Sunday morning, the twenty-first, having engaged James Grayden and his
team, I set out with the Chaplain and the Philanthropist for Keedysville.
Our track lay through the South Mountain Gap, and led us first to the
town of Boonsborough, where, it will be remembered, Colonel Dwight had
been brought after the battle. We saw the positions occupied in the
battle of South Mountain, and many traces of the conflict. In one
situation a group of young trees was marked with shot, hardly one having
escaped. As we walked by the side of the wagon, the Philanthropist left
us for a while and climbed a hill, where, along the line of a fence, he
found traces of the most desperate fighting. A ride of some three hours
brought us to Boonsborough, where I roused the unfortunate army surgeon
who had charge of the hospitals, and who was trying to get a little sleep
after his fatigues and watchings. He bore this cross very creditably,
and helped me to explore all places where my soldier might be lying among
the crowds of wounded. After the useless search, I resumed my journey,
fortified with a note of introduction to Dr. Letterman; also with a bale
of oakum which I was to carry to that gentleman, this substance being
employed as a substitute for lint. We were obliged also to procure a
pass to Keedysville from the Provost Marshal of Boonsborough. As we came
near the place, we learned that General McClellan's head quarters had
been removed from this village some miles farther to the front.

On entering the small settlement of Keedysville, a familiar face and
figure blocked the way, like one of Bunyan's giants. The tall form and