When he was asked what this prize consisted of, the soldier said: "That big man over yonder is General Marmaduke of the Southern army." I had heard much of Marmaduke and greatly admired his dash and ability as a fighting man.

Going over to him, I asked if there was anything I could do to make him comfortable.

He said that I could.

He hadn't had a bite to eat, and he wanted some food and wanted it right away.
He was surrounding a good lunch I had in my saddle-bag, while I was ransacking the saddle-bag of a comrade for a bottle of whisky which I knew to be there.
When we turned our prisoners over to the main command I was put in charge of General Marmaduke and accompanied him as his custodian to Fort Leavenworth.

The general and I became fast friends, and our friendship lasted long after the war.