no purpose; the second boat was well out in stream, and passed by. A close rub!
said one of the men, brushing off the water that fell from the sweeps of the first boat on his face, and the crew shoved out for another time.
This was at night, too. He loves night work, and I don't, said a stout young fellow sitting on the thwart.
The boat headed for Port Royal Ferry.
It was the Federal picket, and had annoyed Elliott very much.
Halt! What boat is that?
came from the Ferry.
Elliot, in perfect imitation of the negro idiom, replied: 'Tis me, massa; heap oa man and oman run way to come to you, sar.
A laugh was sent back.
Contrabands were coming; they'd bring news, &c. Saxton, was whispered by the daring leader to his crew.
Saxton was sent from oar to oar. Haul in closer, came from a second voice at the Ferry, as a lot of soldiers gathered about.
Slowly the boat approached.
Gradually she exposed her length to the wondering Federals.
We yeddy so much ‘bout Gen'l Saxt