After finding a place to have some breakfast, James reported to the headquarters of Major General Andrew J. Smith. General Smith’s adjutant, Captain Blanchard, informed him that word had reached the general’s office concerning his new assignment. “You will have to wait a bit, Lieutenant, while my clerk types a copy of your orders. Is there anything else you’ll need?” “Yes, sir, I need a horse. My last mount was left in Gettysburg after I was wounded.” The captain stroked his mustache for a moment. “I was not aware of your need for a horse. Let me see what I can do. Come back in two hours.” James walked out a bit irritated at having to wait. He had already eaten and there was nothing else to do. A walk around town was the only remedy for boredom that he could come up with. In front of a feed store he saw a wagon, a rotund, middle-aged white man sitting in the seat. The front door of the store opened and a black man came out laboring under the weight of a large sack of grain.
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