we must leave at once, as the rebel patrol was at the house looking for us, having learned from the old man that we were in the woods.
Tired and sore, we returned to the woods and remained until morning.
Our plan was not to travel by day, but hunger drove us. We moved along cautiously, and suddenly came upon the cabins of “white trash.”
Dogs of all shapes and sizes welcomed us, and a white woman came out with several children clinging to her dress.
It was hard to tell which was the most afraid, the woman or we poor wanderers.
We asked her if she could direct us to Boatride's plantation, one of the places Ben
, the colored man whom we had met near Lexington
, had mentioned.
She “reckoned not,” but we reckoned that we could find it and moved along.
This danger proved to us that it was not safe to be seen by daylight, and we returned to the shelter of the woods.
While there a negro boy came along a path, and when opposite to us we spoke to him. At first he was frightened, but as we stood up he came to us and said, “You are Yankees.”
We asked him how he knew.
He said, “I can tell by the blue pants;” some rebel soldiers had told him that Yankees wore blue clothes.
We soon became well acquainted, and he promised to bring us food.
He kept his word, and said at night he would come and take us to his mother's house.
Just after dark he came with another boy, and we were soon made welcome at his home.
They were expecting us, and the table was set. Roast pork, sweet potatoes, hot biscuits, butter and plenty of new milk were on the bill of fare.
What a feast!
To sit in a chair at a table, and eat with a knife and fork like a human being; we could hardly believe it was real.