being caught, and hid among the buildings. After awhile I found an empty shed or outhouse, and stayed there till morning. Then I walked boldly out and into the streets. Nobody took especial notice of me. Two or three soldiers stopped me, and asked where I was hurt. I pointed to my jaw, and made signs I could not speak. A little girl offered me a hoe-cake. After walking about a couple of hours, I began to think that I had come on a fool's errand. How should I find her? How should I ask for her? For the first time I began to think of the mortal danger I was in. I thought even of trying to go back somehow. Just then a woman came out of a house opposite me. It was Jane! I knew her at once, though she was thinner and paler, and still prettier with it all! What should I do? Speak to her? I dared not risk it in the street. She went into a house a little farther on. After awhile I made up my mind. I went over to the house she had come out of, and knocked. No answer. Again-again. No one came. I tried the door. It opened, and I went in and shut it behind me. It was a small, poor house. There was a basket of dirty linen on the table. I saw at a glance that Jane was a laundress. She a washerwoman! I sat down, took off my bandage, and waited. In a few minutes she came in. She looked at me. “What do you want here?” she said. “ Don't you know me? I'm your husband, Jane!” said I, rising and making toward her. “ My God!” she cried, and fell back. I caught her, and in a few minutes she came to. “ Jane,” says I, “ I've come to take you home.” “ Never!” says she, “ I'll never see the North again. ”
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