out for wood, and that was no doubt the reason why the guard did not stop us when we went to join our imaginary squad.
They soon marched in and passed very near us, but we were not noticed, and waited for darkness before we moved.
We had a small map of the country and knew the route we wanted to take, but how to strike it was the question, as the night was dark and we did not have the stars to guide us. We struck out at random and soon came to a road; this we followed until we arrived at a plantation.
Frank stood guard while I went forward to reconnoitre.
I crept up to the house and was looking around the corner when a negro girl came out, and, in a way peculiar to the race, called, “Joe!
I spoke to her; she turned her head, screamed, and started on the run, but I followed.
For about five minutes we had as pretty a “go as you please” race as one could wish to see. She was soon reinforced by a man with a club.
I halted and he came to me. He said, “I know you; you are a Yankee, and have escaped from the camp.”
I informed him that he was right, and that I wanted to be directed to the main road.
“All right,” he said, “I will help you, but the first thing you want is something to eat,” and, joining the girl, went into the house and brought out meat, bread and a dish of butter-milk.
Frank came up, and we ate the first square meal we had seen for months.
We then formed in single file, the negro in the advance, and had gone but a short distance when we heard voices, so we went into the woods while he kept the road.
It proved to be some of our old guard.
They asked the negro who went into the woods.
He answered, “Only some of the boys.”
They called us to come out, but we did not come, so they came in