The Rebel Generals.


ALBANY, March 1.

The two rebel prisoners are yet comfortably located at Congress Hall. No train has yet departed on the Albany and Boston road since their arrival, owing to the detention of trains by snow drifts. The crowd that hung around the hotel, anxious to get a view of the prisoners, were dispersed by a ruse that they had left. It was not until this belief was made general that a person could get into the hotel or out of it without elbowing his way through a dense crowd of excited people. It is quite probable that they will leave sometime to-day.

Tilghman appears the more sociable of the two. He is pleasant and affable in his manner to all who converse with him--a favor that no person is granted except those who are called in officially to see Col. Cutts, who remains constantly in the room with them, and does not leave them for a moment. General Buckner; on the other hand, appears somewhat sour and morose occasionally, and is often unnatural.

A person who was in the room on official business with Col. Cutts conversed with the latter person freely, and as he was about to leave remarked to Gen. Buckner, "I hope to see you again, General," to which Gen. B. replied, in a gruff way, "Yes, I suppose so--on the gallows."

Gen. Buckner is exceedingly severe in his denunciations of Gen. Floyd, and calls him a cowardly poltroon, thief, and every other bad name that he can think of; is even worse in his denunciations of him than is generally indulged in by the Northern press. To a military officer who had an opportunity of conversing with Gen. Buckner, the latter gentleman stated that after Fort Donelson had become vested, and all hope of escape cut off, Floyd proposed to his fellow officers to make their escape under cover of darkness, and leave the soldiers under their command to their fate. This remarkable proposition General Buckner and his associates indignantly rejected; but Floyd soon after disappeared, and was not to be found when wanted.


[From the Buffalo Courier, Feb. 27]

A large crowd gathered at the depot last night to witness the arrival of the captured rebel Generals, Buckner and Tilghman. The train which brought them--the Lake Shore train, due here at five minutes past six--was delayed about half an hour, but the crowd did not diminish on that account, so great was the desire to see these fallen chieftains. When the train did come the most of the crowd rushed down to the rear car, in which they were, and about a hundred out of several thousand got a passing glimpse at them. We, however, exercised our reportorial tact, and, having found out which car of the New York Central they were to be transferred to, took up a position on its platform, the whole vicinity being deserted by the eager multitude.

"Hi! there they come!" A squad of armed soldiers had made a lane through the crowd, and down between the rows of loyal men stalk the two traitors. Buckner steps first upon the platform--a tall, muscular, proud looking man, dressed in a gray military coat, and wearing a genuine Southerner's slouched felt hat. The crowd see him now for the first time, and the building rings with cheers for the Union and groans and hisses for all rebels. Buckner turns and gives them a look, like that of a snared tiger upon his captors, in which more rage and scorn were concentrated that we thought the human countenance capable of, passes into the car.

Right after him comes Tilghman, jauntily dressed in a fatigue suit and a foraging cap, a smaller man than Buckner, fair, with a blonde mustache, suavity and politeness written in every line of his face. A shout comes from the crowd, "Three groans for the rebel Tilghman!" He turns and lifts his cap and bows and smiles, as though flattering serenade--then follows Buckner into the car, and the crowd dispersed.

And thus the captured rebel Generals passed through Buffalo.

"The Rebel Generals.", Macon, Georgia Macon Daily Telegraph, 11 March 1862.