The family consisted of the mother, two daughters and this boy, besides a baby.
The daughters were delighted with us and the mother named the baby for me, so (if he is alive) there is to-day in South Carolina
a young man thirty-five years old bearing the name of John Gregory Bishop Adams
, besides several others belonging to the boy's family.
They also said we were the handsomest men they ever saw. Well, we must have been.
I had on the clothes described in a previous chapter, was twenty-three years old, and, having never shaved, my face was covered with white hairs an inch long.
Frank looked better, but did not wear his party clothes on this occasion.
The old lady said master told them not to go out after dark because the Yankees
would catch them, but wondered what he would say to see them now. They were owned by a Dr. Vose
, and I should judge he was a kind master.
We were not anxious to leave our good friends, but felt that we must be on our way, so we bade them good-by, and, guided by the boy, began our night's march.
He went with us about two miles and gave us in charge of a man who travelled with us until nearly morning, then hid us in a barn on the plantation of a Mr. Williams
The next day was Sunday, and we were on exhibition from morning until night.
We were stowed away in the loft, and our first visitor was a man with our breakfast.
After that a constant line of white eyes could be seen in the darkness as the procession filed past.
The usual salutation was, “Hello, boss!
How has you been?”
Then followed all sorts of questions.
One asked if we toted ambitions
(meaning arms). We told him that we had some ambitions left.
He said that was good, because we might have to use it. They