<h3>IF HE FELT THAT WAY--START!</h3>
<p>Although Colonel Dana, of the private branch of the War Office
Intelligence Department, might have claimed exemption from active
service, he never spared himself, though such a messenger ran not only
the common military dangers, but of the Johnnies treating him as a
spy. During the battles of the Wilderness, acute was the trepidation
in Washington, where no news had come since a couple of days--Grant
having "cut loose" and buried himself in the midst of the foes.
Nevertheless, Dana had a train at Maryland Avenue to take him to the
front, and a horse and escort to see him farther; he came to take the
President's last orders. But the other had been reflecting on the
perils into which he would be sending his favorite despatch-bearer.</p>
<p>"You can't tell where Lee is, or what he is doing; <i>Jeb</i> Stuart
is on the rampage pretty lively between the Rappahannock and the
Rapidan. It is considerable risk, and I do not like to expose you
to it."</p>
<p>"But I am all ready; and we are equipped, if it comes to the worst,
to run!"</p>
<p>"Well, now, if you feel that way--start!"--(E. P. Mitchell, from
Dana.)
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