Mohun; Or, the Last Days of Lee and His Paladins. / Final Memoirs of a Staff Officer Serving in Virginia. from the Mss. of Colonel Surry, of Eagle's Nest.

by John Esten Cooke

“Yes.”

“Where—when!—what force!”

“One hundred and forty thousand of all arms. I answer the last question first.”

“And—”

“The army will advance in two columns. The right—of Sedgwick’s and Warren’s corps—will cross at Germanna Ford. The left, consisting of Hancock’s corps, at Ely’s ford below. They have pontoon and bridge trains—and the movement will commence at midnight on the third—two days from now.”

Stuart knit his brows, and buried his hand in his beard. Suddenly he called out to the orderly:—

“Have two horses saddled in five minutes!” And seizing his hat, he said:—

“Get ready to ride to General Lee’s head-quarters with me, Nighthawk!”

The clerical looking emissary put on his respectable black hat.

“You are certain of this intelligence?” Stuart said, turning with a piercing glance to him.