I see another quiet figure, of virtuous life and quiet ways, not much heard of until our left was turned at Petersburg.
Who does not remember the leader of the assault of the mine at Petersburg?
Could any woman who knew Petersburg, fail to know Stevan Lallovich?
In Petersburg in the eighteen-forties a surprising event occurred.
In the evening we arrived in the vicinity of Petersburg, and took our place on the left of our lines, rather toward the rear.
When summer was over he did not return to Petersburg, but entered a monastery and there became a monk.
Washington was not menaced again, and the Sixth Corps was sent back to Petersburg to resume its place in the line of investment.
They were even offended a little that he should have left Petersburg without calling on them.
There were land and water routes in the Roanoke Valley that led to Petersburg.
He was going out into the great world of Petersburg, his own master at last.