enemy's soil to the final capture.
I suppose we should all like to tap the telegraphic wires anywhere and read our neighbor's messages, if we could only throw round this process the dignity of a Sacred Cause.
This was what our good chaplain had done, with the same conscientious zest with which he had conducted his Sunday foraging in Florida
But he told me that nothing so impressed him on the whole trip as the sudden transformation in the black soldier who was taken prisoner with him. The chaplain at once adopted the policy, natural to him, of talking boldly and even defiantly to his captors, and commanding instead of beseeching.
He pursued the same policy always and gained by it, he thought.
But the negro adopted the diametrically opposite policy, also congenial to his crushed race,--all the force seemed to go out of him, and he surrendered himself like a tortoise to be kicked and trodden upon at their will.
This manly, well-trained soldier at once became a slave again, asked no questions, and, if any were asked, made meek and conciliatory answers.
He did not know, nor did any of us know, whether he would be treated as a prisoner of war, or shot, or sent to a rice-plantation.
He simply acted according to the traditions of his race, as did the chaplain on his side.
In the end the soldier's cunning was vindicated by the result; he escaped, and rejoined us in six months, while the chaplain was imprisoned for a year.
The men came back very much exhausted from this expedition, and those who were in the chaplain's squad narrowly escaped with their lives.
One brave fellow had actually not a morsel to eat for four days, and then could keep nothing on his stomach for two days more, so that his life was despaired of; and yet he brought all his