asked if we belonged to Mr. Grant
's or Mr. Sherman
's company; but while they were ignorant of many things, they were all loyal and ready to do anything for us.
We left the barn at night and ate supper in the field.
A negro guided us several miles, then gave us in charge of two others, who promised to remain with us until morning.
With the negroes as guides we seldom travelled in the road, for they knew all the short cuts.
Our new acquaintances were not very sharp, as they had had a hard master, but they rejoiced that the Yankees
had killed him. The face of one looked like a skimmer, for his master had fired a charge of shot into it. They were very superstitious.
Coming to a fence, Frank and I were getting over in different places, when they pulled us down, and said all must get over in one place, because there was luck in it. Here we saw a man crossing a field with a lantern.
Calling their attention to it they said it was not a man, but a Jack-o-lantern going to the graveyard.
When we arrived at the main road our guides left us, as they had never been so far from home before.
We were glad to part with them, yet they did the best they could.
Following the Pike
road until daybreak, we came to a plantation that answered the description Ben
had given us of Boatride's. He said that his brother Dick lived there and would help us. We made our way to a cabin, called up a colored man, and asked him if his name was Dick
He didn't know, didn't know Ben, didn't know anything that he proposed to tell, but at last light broke through the clouds.
We found he knew enough, only feared to trust us. He said that colored people had to be very careful, as all kinds of ways were used to trap them.
He hid us in the barn.
The colored women came in, and although they did not speak to us,