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Text for Page 075 [03-23-1862]

	Ramsay.          A ride to Camp.
stone didn�t return to pay his bill at the Char-
leston Hotel and introducing himself to Brigham
here, at Fortress Monroe, during the past year,
claimed the whole of the correspondence as his work,
when Brigham told him he was an imposter.       On
the credit of this astuteness, Buckstone got employ-
ment on the honorable capacity of government spy.
Brigham had heard that he was sent to New Or-
leans, that he obtained $600 or $700 on account,
went to St. Louis, wrote for more, didn�t obtain
it and was never heard of afterwards.             Di-
ned with Hall at the Hygeia, then, having re-
claimed my horse from young Sneedon, who rode
past the hotel on his back, I mounted the ani-
mal and went to Camp Hamilton to look after
our baggage, which we supposed had been trans-
ported with that belonging to Heintzelman and
his aids, the Kent having gone up stream.         I
crossed the isthmus of the peninsula, passed
tents, soldiers (horse and foot) plashed through
mud and came upon a bare plain near an
ex-seminary, where the troops were.   Inquiry
brought me to the tent of Col Hays, where I
found him, the regimental doctor and others,
with whom I presently supped, in a cold tent
off ham, biscuit and milkless coffee, while
the goodnatured colonel dispatched an orderly to
Heintzelman�s headquarters, at the burnt village               
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