Brigadier General Potter, commanding the Ninth Corps, riding along with his orderly in East Tennessee, saw a man running with something in his hand, followed by a woman crying out after him. Stopping him, he found he had stolen some article, and asked him his corps. “Ninth Corps,” “Very well,” said the General; and he ordered his orderly to tie him up to a tree, and give him a good strapping, with a stirrup strap. Amid his howls it came out that he belonged to the Fourth Corps. “Very well,” said the General. “I am commander of the Ninth Corps; if you belong to it, all right; if not you’ll know how we treat fellows that steal in the Ninth Corps.”