An iniquitous looking prisoner was brought in to-day from
Orange C. H., by the name of Robert Stewart. The evidence against him is as
follows: He is a Pennsylvanian, though a resident of Virginia for a number of
years, and owns a farm in Orange County. Since the series of disasters, and the
seeming downward progress of our affairs, Stewart has cooled his ardor for
independence. He has slunk from enrollment in the militia, and under the
Conscription Act. And since the occupation of Fredericksburg by the enemy he
has made use of such equivocal language as to convince his neighbors that his
sympathies are wholly with the Northern invader.
A day or two since, near nightfall, three troopers, weary
and worn, halted at Stewart's house and craved food and rest for themselves and
horses. Stewart, supposing them to be Confederate soldiers, declared he had
nothing they wanted, and that he was destitute of every description of refreshments.
They said they were sorry for it, as it was a long ride to Fredericksburg.
“Are you Union soldiers?” asked Stewart, quickly.
“Yes,: said they, “and we are on scouting duty.”
“Come in! Come in! I have everything you want!” cried
Stewart, and when they entered he embraced them.
A sumptuous repast was soon on the table, but the soldiers
refused to eat! Surprised at this, Stewart demanded the reason; the troopers
rose, and said they were Confederate soldiers, and it was their duty to arrest a
traitor. They brought him hither. Will he, too, escape merited punishment?
SOURCE: John Beauchamp Jones, A Rebel War Clerk's
Diary at the Confederate States Capital, Volume 1, p. 122
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