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       Off for the Stone � Charley Honeywell.
The officers with whom I talked subsequently
blamed Benham, most of them ridiculing him
as a braggart.  Surely if an innocent he was
a most unlucky man.  Finishing my letter
I left it on Halpine�s desk for mailing and
turned out, finding the sentry sitting on the steps
in front of                                         
the building,                                     
fast asleep.                                        
I didn�t wake                                     
the young                                          
fellow.  The                                       
long pier                                             
was nearly                                          
flooded as                                          
I descended                                        
it, and, to                                             
the right, lay                                        
a steamer                                              
containing
the wounded                                            

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Brigadier-General Benham.
	and dying sol-
	diers from Ja-
	mes Island
	at the end I
	found the Cos-
	mopolitan and
	went aboard
	her and to
	bed, in a berth
	assigned me
	by the steward,
	after a brief
	interview with 
	the Captain.
	Next morning,
being summoned to breakfast I found two of
Gen-Hunter�s aids on board, whom I had
met on the preceeding evening and was also very
cordially received by the purser of the boat, Charley
Honeywell, my acquaintance of 745 Broadway,
and admirer of pretty Matty Edwards.  He show-