July 1, 1863, Dallas Herald
A gentleman of a Virginia regiment, writing to his mother, gives the following account of the adventure he had in one of the recent battles. We copy from the Examiner:
I must tell you of a prisoner that I captured. I spied the villain in the road and put after him. He dismounted, and leaving his horse in the road, took to the woods on foot. As the limbs of the cedars impeded my progress, I, for a time, lost sight of him. But having secured his horse and effects, I followed in the direction in which he had disappeared. As I rode under a tall pine, with the muzzle of my gun elevated, I was astonished to hear from the tree above my head sing out: “Don’t shoot; I surrender.” The scoundrel saw the glittering of my gunbarrel and thought I was aiming at him. I pretty soon got him down and carried him to the rear, having first secured his personal effects, which consisted of a saddle and halter, a canteen of milk, six pounds of bacon, two pounds of coffee, ditto sugar, one pound of butter, a cap, one frying pan, one spade, a piece of soap, a currycomb and brush, one oil cloth, two blankets, a small tent, and a half bushel of corn and oats–the fellow needed only a sawmill to be fully equipped.