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		Alexandria.
horse, with portmanteau and blankets strapped
behind me.   To Tribune Office again; a final pa-
per of instructions; then off, a boy with me to
guide me to a place where I got spurs and leggings.
A rapid gallop to the Alexandria Ferry, arri-
ving just in time to ride aboard the boat before it
put off for its last trip that day, across the mud-
dy Potomac.   Got acquainted with one Haymaker,
quartermaster of the 63rd Pennsylvania, a regi-
ment belonging to the corps of Heintzelman, to which
I was deputed.          Arrived at Alexandria the
dingy, I encountered Shaw, a burly middle-aged
man, reporter for the N. Y. Herald, to whom I had
been introduced at Willards, and one Byers, a 
friend of his.        We rode up the decayed, slushy
street, surveyed the Marshall House (standing
grim and silent since the deaths of Ellsworth
and Jackson) and looked about us as well as
the fast gathering darkness permitted, being
half-scowled at by the furtive looking inhabitants
whose detestation of the invading ´┐ŻYankee´┐Ż was
palpable enough.     A recent fire had burnt a
house down, the ruins were still smoking in the
principal street.       After a visit to a Queen
Annish Church, with some ivy about it, which
Washington is said to have attended, and to a
ruined slave pen, in process of being pulled down,
and near which soldiers were playing, we rode               
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