{Footnote: These details are all real.}
And glancing at the paper on Mohun’s breast, he passed on, muttering—
“It’s a general!”
The paper saved Mohun’s life. An acquaintance in the Federal army saw it, and speedily had him cared for. An hour afterward his friends were informed of his whereabouts. I hastened to the house to which he had been borne. Bending over him, the beautiful Georgia was sobbing hopelessly, and dropping tears upon the paper, which contained the words—
“This is the body of General Mohun, C.S.A.”
The army had surrendered; the flag was lowered: with a singular feeling of bewilderment, and a “lost” feeling that is indescribable, I set out, followed by my servant, for Eagle’s Nest.
I was the possessor of a paper, which I still keep as a strange memorial.
“The bearer,” ran this paper, “a paroled prisoner of the army of Northern Virginia, has permission to go to his home, and there remain undisturbed—with two horses!”
At the top of this document, was, “Appomattox Court-House, Va., April, 10, 1865.” On the left-hand side was, “Paroled Prisoner’s Pass.”
So, with his pass, the paroled prisoner passed slowly across Virginia to his home.