Which they gave Washington,
And through him to you,
When first you begun
To form our proud standard. Then lacking the bars,
Columbia's daughters exclaimed, "Those who love us
Must add to that portion with streams of their blood,
Binding it to the blue and the stars, though a flood
Be required." * * * * * Colonel Weeks.
It was about ten o'clock in the morning when Captain Hayward left his friends, and proceeded toward the camp of General Price, which was about four miles from the spot where the horses had been secured and the party concealed. Several of the picket guard were passed, who came at once to the shoulder arms and salute, as Hayward approached. He soon reached the guard-house. Here the inspection was a trifle more critical, although the captain passed within the lines without the slightest difficulty. He walked along as one familiar with the place, his eyes surveying each surrounding object at a single glance, and seeking, among the better class of tents, one which, by the rebel flag, he could recognize as headquarters. But he could not readily find the general's tent, concealed, as it was, among the trees. Soon, however, he met one of the rebels, wearing the shoulder-straps of captain, and his sash worn in the manner indicating an "officer of the day." Hayward saluted, and asked:
"Will you take me to the general's tent?"