pressed, amid the wild voices of the dark cane forest.
Our progress was slow.
Byand-by, as we came upon a mossy log, we tarried and tried to rest our aching heads.
We soon fell asleep, being overcome by fatigue.
I dreamed of my loved ones at home — of watchful eyes and praying voices in our behalf.
I saw the old familiar hill-slope before my cottage door, the orchard, the fields, and, better than all, the friends of other days, and myself among them-all happy at the old homestead in free Ohio.
Some hovering angel must have come and held the picture before my eyes, for I was in raptures of delight!
Suddenly I was aroused from my slumbers by the tread of some animal, I knew not what.
As I stirred, it hastened into the dark foliage and was gone.
I awakened my comrade and told him it was morning.
He was surprised to think he had slept so long, and both of us were greatly refreshed.
Again we prayed and pressed onward for home and friends, and for a sight of the Stars and Stripes.