was much interested in the boys, and would ask them if their fathers allowed them to play with a gun, and if they were not afraid to lie out doors evenings.
Our march was through a splendid country and the days were fine.
We had many good singers among the officers, and as we marched through a village they would strike up a song.
It would pass down the line and be taken up by the men. Passing through Pittsylvania
they were singing “Home again.”
I saw several women who were watching us wipe away tears.
Whether the tears were of sympathy for us, or because the scene recalled loved ones in the rebel army, we did not know, but it was the only manifestation of anything but hate I ever saw from a rebel woman.
Just before we went into camp one night a citizen walked beside us for a short distance and I saw him exchange glances with Captain Hume
After he passed on Captain Hume
said, “We will have something to eat to-night.
That man is a mason; he says we are going into camp soon and he will come down and bring me some food.”
We soon after filed out of the road and into a field.
The captain's brother-mason came and walked around until he saw Hume
, then passed near and dropped a package containing bread and meat.
Although not a mason at that time I shared the refreshments furnished by the craftsman.
We continued the march until July 4, when we arrived at Danville
Here we were turned over to the provost guard and placed in an old warehouse.
Our humane commander left us, and our best wishes followed him. We were brought back to the realization that we were prisoners by the brute in command.
We were very hungry, but that