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          Quigg -      A Thunderstorm �
ed of disloyalty, of representing no paper in
particular and more.  He had been arrested
at Fortress Monroe by old Gen. Wool, who,
it was said, had opened his letters and dis-
covered a complete roster, or list of the
regiments and their effective complement of
men, also Secession sentiments.  Quigg con-
fessed as much to me afterwards.  How
he got away from Wool I don�t know, but
here he was, with the army, shunned by the
other reporters, and ostensibly writing letters
to the Times or to the World, not as authori-
zed correspondent to either, but to be paid
at so much for letter.  He had a great
liking for whiskey, too, and was a Virginian.
McQuade invited me to dinner.  Presently
there appeared one Macduff, Washington
correspondent of the Times, got up with cloak
and a pair of jingling Mexican spurs.  The
afternoon was horribly sultry and oppressive,
closing with the most terrific storm of thun-
der, lightning, hail and rain that I have
ever witnessed, the lightning being almost
incessant.  It killed a soldier in a tent ad-
jacent to us.  At the same time we heard
commanding to the left, a prelude to the
bloody battle of Fair Oaks or Seven Pines,