session of his [General Bartlett's] headquarters at one o'clock at night, the general having saved himself by precipitate flight in his nether garments. The head- quarters flag was brought away. No prisoners were at- tempted to be taken, the party shooting down every one within reach. Some horses breaking loose near head- quarters ran through an adjacent regimental camp, caus- ing the greatest commotion, mid firing and yelling and cries of ' Halt ! ' ' Rally ! ' mingling in wild disorder, and ludicrous stampede which beggars description." ^^ Can't you hear him laugh ?
It must not be concluded from this that Stuart was cruel in his jesting. Where gentleness and sympathy were really called for, all the evidence shows that no man could give more. But he believed that the rough places are made smooth and the hard places soft and the barren places green and smiling by genial laughter. Who shall say that he was wrong? Therefore he would have his jest, with inferior and superior, with friend and enemy. Even the sombre Jackson was not spared. Once he had floun- dered into winter-quarters oddly decorated. Stuart sug- gested "that a drawing of the apartment should be made, with the race-horses, gamecocks, and terrier in bold relief, the picture to be labelled: 'View of the winter- quarters of General Jackson, affording an insight into the tastes and character of the individual.' " ^8 ^^d Jack- son enjoyed it.
When it came to his adversaries, Stuart's fun was
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