It looked as though our march to freedom was ended, but we drove away the dogs and began to talk with the old man. One of the many resolutions we had made at the beginning of our journey was that we would not be recaptured by any one
man. We had seen two persons brought back by one man and did not think it appropriate.
We had provided ourselves with stout clubs, and it looked as though we should have a chance to use them.
Our friend said, “I can't hear a word,” and thinking that he meant he would hear no explanation, we got in position to use our clubs.
Frank said, “I guess he is deaf.”
Then we asked him by signs if he was; he answered, “Yes.”
We then told him that we were conscripts going to join General Bragg
's army at Augusta
, and had lost our way. Frank wore an old rebel jacket, and it would have been hard to tell by our clothing what we were.
He appeared satisfied, however, and put us on the road.
We had gone but a short distance when we heard the barking of dogs, and knowing if the bloodhounds were on our track it was good-by liberty, we entered a brook and travelled up stream several miles to throw them off the scent, then came out and lay in the woods until night.
When it came time to resume our journey we could not move, as we were exhausted with our long tramp of the night before.
We had eaten nothing since we left our colored friend at Taylor
We crawled out of the woods, and seeing a house, dragged ourselves to it. After waiting a while a negro came out, and we attracted his attention.
He saw our helpless condition, and taking us to an old shed, made a bed on some husks and brought a quilt from his house to cover us. He then went for our supper, but returned in haste with a piece of corn-bread and the information that