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    Thomson Mc Elrath.   Alexandria again.
suit � write there was no pursuit!� said he,
of Mc Clellan.           That night I shared Edge�s
room in which there were two beds.   Beyond it
another apartment was occupied by officers, who
kept tramping through ours until nearly morning.
  13.  Thursday.   Out with Edge.           Then alone
to the Treasury Building to try and hunt up
news of Cobb.     Met Thomson Mc Elrath in
the uniform of a U. S. lieutenant of artillery
who told me that Cobb had returned to Penn-
sylvania.    Piloted my former companion on
Lake Superior to Bayard Taylor�s lodging
and left him there.    Then after an interval
at the Ebbitt and Tribune office got freshly
mounted, and rode off through the rain to Alex-
andria.        Made acquaintance with a Lieut. Brad-
ley of the 31st New York, an ex-actor, who as-
sured me he had embarked in a profession in
which their was more favouritism, detraction and 
meaner jealousies than in his former 
calling, and proposed to furnish me with par-
ticulars.      A ride to Heintzelman�s.  Back by
8 �.     A stroll about Alexandria by night and
a lonely oyster stew in a half bar room, half res-
taurant.         Then attracted by the thumping of
a piano on an upper story and the sight of soldiers
in at the open window, I ascended a stair like
ladder, outside the building, and drank a mug