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Imson? is about 5.10 inches in height thin but compactly made with a deep chest and broad square shoulders. This strength is enormous and he is swift as Achilles his physique on the whole is almost perfect his hair is black and from under his dark eyebrows come the piercing glances of two black eyes that continually flash the living fire of his hot soul within. "Did you ever see such an eye?" often asked concerning him. I must confess I never did. I always thought that fire flashing from the eye was belonged to the imagination of poets. But when angry or animated the rays given out by Imsons eyes resemble fire. In battle he is the reverse of Burden. his eyes look like they were on fire he is all alive and raging in his fury. image Yet steady and deadly seems his aim. An anacdote will illuminate his character. At the battle of Bull's Run after the field was deserted he and a few companions lingered helping off a wounded comrade. Having at last got him to a place where they thought he could lay easily the cry of rebels came on them. The wounded man wanted water. Imson turned to his comrades. "Make your escape boys, I'll bring him the water, and I'll bet I give them one chase before they take me." He trusted in his swiftness of foot. But ere his task was done the Rebeel Cavalry was upon him and he remained 11 months in the Rebel Prisons. He is fond of information and has an active mind. He is not a person that will make many friends in the image This - I did not observe until a few days before I was captured in a skirmish before Petersburgh, as I copy this journal from my Diary much that is omitted in the former or that has come up since is written under date that would seem unclear to the action or thought.