Our road was very rough, and we made slow progress.
We missed our way, and travelled about three miles before finding it out, then had to go back and start anew.
We had to go through woods and across swamps almost impassable.
We finally came to the place we had been told to go; got permission to stay all night, a first-rate supper and good bed. Upon inquiry we found that we were within seven miles of the Union
pickets, and that there was no more danger; so we felt at home.
In the morning, after partaking of a good breakfast, our host went with us about two miles, and set us on the main road.
We here thanked him for his assistance, and bade him good by.
We went forward with light hearts that morning, thinking that we were soon to be in the midst of friends.
We soon came in sight of the pickets posted on a hill.
They saw us coming, and came out to meet us, thinking we were rebel deserters.
We soon told our story, and were warmly received and well provided for.