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By Rob Sherwood
Special to the Rappahannock News
Early on the snow-covered, bitter cold morning of December 21, 1864, Confederate Partisan leader John S. Mosby, accompanied by an aide, quietly made his way past an encampment of Union cavalry at Upperville on what is now Route 50 and rode eastward four miles to the small community of Rectors Crossroads (now known as Atoka).
There Mosby and his aide reined in their horses at Lakeland, the estate of his friends Ludwell and Sarah Lake, just off the road. The Ludwells were happy to have the Captain (for Mosby was still a Captain at this time) and his ranger partisan to breakfast, but fretted over the proximity of the Federals and suggested that they conceal their horses. No, Mosbv said, we ll just be a short while and the Yankees are fast asleep down the road.
Here the legendary guerrilla leader made a nearly fatal error. While the two men ate heartily of country sausage and ham. Union scouts picked up their trail, tracked them to the house, and a detachment of union cavalry, suspecting that one of the two riders was, in fact, Mosby himself surrounded the house with great stealth.
Inside, the men continued to eat in peace. Outside, wary of the many times that Mosby, the Gray Ghost, had eluded capture
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