neat-fitting suit of black broadcloth, with silk the and patent-leather boots to match.
His face was fitted up with a rather thin aquiline nose, a firm mouth, kept resolutely closed, and a pair of keen black eyes.
Under his hat was a symmetrical head, adorned with a heavy suit of black, slightly curly, hair.
He wore a full beard, which was long, black, and very curly.
He was decidedly a “sharp” --appearing fellow, and, withal, not bad-looking, and of both these facts he seemed to have full knowledge.
Something in his bearing told us he intended to give us the slip, and all watched him intently.
When the boat neared Cincinnati
, a patrol was sent below with orders to clear the main deck of prisoners-sending them above.
This done, guards were stationed on the stairs, with orders not to allow any one to pass up or down except by permission of the officer of the day. We landed at the foot of Broadway
, and there was a great crowd on the wharf.
My handsome captain had, somehow, eluded the guard sent to clear the main deck.
He took advantage of the commotion among the mob on shore to step down the stage-plank while some of our officers were mounting their horses.
He said to the officer in charge of the guard, which was standing with ranks open to receive the prisoners, that he was an officer of the boat.
Naturally, he was believed.
Slipping through the rank on his right, he mingled with the crowd at once, and made his way to and round the railway offices on the corner of Front and Broadway. He entered the first barber's shop he came to, had his hair trimmed close, his beard cut down to an inch in length, and shaved into a “Burnside
” a fashionable cut among the “nobs” at that time.
This done, he stepped into a clothing store, secured a wide-brimmed straw and a long linen duster, ordering his silk tile to be sent to the Spencer House
, whither he repaired, and, secure in his disguise, drank and chatted with our officers until evening, when he took the mail boat for Louisville
he “had a good time,” after which he left, mounted on a fresh horse; for Bragg
Whether he ever reached his destination or not I do not know.
I gather all the facts related in this incident, after he left the boat, from a letter the captain had printed in the Louisville
papers on the eve of leaving on his southward journey.
He wound up with a graceful tender of thanks to Captain D. W. H. Day
, and others of the staff, for their kind treatment; regretted that he had to leave us in unceremonious style; was sorry we could not have made the “grand round” of Louisville
with him; but, really, his engagements called him South, and we must excuse him-we must, indeed.
We read his good-natured banter with a laugh, and said he deserved his good luck.