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Text for Page 202 [05-06-1862]

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	        The Morning after
a �slaverer� and a humbug generally � it
is not unlikely that he desired to supplant him, in
his position on the Tribune; I know he wrote again
him to Gay.       Now I don�t think that Wilkeson
was precisely the man for his place, but I am e-
qually sure that he was much more unselfish than
the shrewd, exacting Brigham, who attempted to
do the masterful towards me, once or twice, never
succeeding.   Wilkeson, on the contrary, was always
kind and considerative, as I proved on many
occasions.   At present, he was �mired,� having
lost his horse, and in consequence, became incapa-
ble of proceeding.   I got a breakfast for both
of us, by sheer luck, meeting a lieutenant of a
regiment I knew, who conveyed me to a shed
where a stout negro-wench was busily cooking
corn-cake, the centre of a group of soldiers, all
eager to purchase, projecting their quarter and
half dollars towards her.   Obtaining one and a
piece of fat, uncooked ham, I took both back to
the cellar, where we toasted the meat, not too effec-
tually, at a smouldering log in the fire-place, and
ate it, with the cake.   Then I obtained the ^|a| bucket
and wading down a muddy declivity beyond what
had been a yard in the rear of the house, after
wanting my turn amid a crowd of soldiers, returned
with the vessel half-full of dirty water, a portion
of which we drank, and washed in the remainder.               
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