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Text for Page 053 [03-17-1862]

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		Reconnoisance
Having condensed the events of Monday in the
text, I may amplify a little here.  We were up
betimes in the morning, the risen sun making the
leaves of the trees seen through the open window
of our garret, glow like molten copper, while
an ice-cold wind was blowing.    The rest of our
party had bivouacked in sheds, adjacent.    After
a duplicate of last night�s meal for breakfast
we got to horse.   One unlucky trooper who is di-
latory about saddling his steed, is punished
by being compelled to trudge afoot through the
mud and puddles, leading the animal for a
mile or so.     It was very cold, so that we were
willing, at times to dismount and tramp to re-
store our benumbed circulation.  At the farm-
house mentioned in my letter we found three or
four women, one old, one middle-aged, one
younger, all shabby and dreary-looking.    The
elder quoted scripture negro fashion, admired
our �noble horses,� �allowed� that all the males ex-
cept her �old man� were in the Confederate
Army (I think he must have been secreted in the
vicinity) hoped we shouldn�t carry off her two
negroes who gazed stolidly on in the rear and
was evidently mortally apprehensive of the safety 
of her poultry.       The younger woman wanted
to know if she could go to Alexandria to buy
calico, which she certainly needed, and in answer               
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