in a flour-mill and in several other industries, and was now making shoes for the rebels.
He gave me the address of his sister in Maine
, and I promised to write to her if I lived to return home.
He could give us no information in regard to Sherman
Like ourselves, he had expected they would come to Augusta
, but they had not, and he feared they had gone toward the sea. We remained with him several hours, and made his heart glad by the news we brought from God's country.
When we parted he gave us forty dollars in confederate money, and I gave him a little badge of the 2d corps.
He took us to the trundle-bed where his little girls were sleeping.
They awoke and kissed us good-by.
The name of the sister in Maine
was Mrs. H. H. Bulen
As soon as I reached home I wrote to her, sending my photograph.
In the month of October, 1889, two ladies called on me at the State House
; one was Mrs. Bulen
, the other her brother's child, the younger of the two whom I saw twenty-five years before in a trundle-bed in South Carolina
My good friend Packard
died a few years ago in this State, having returned north soon after the war. His daughter remembered seeing us that night, and also remembered the corps badge which her sister, who resides in Philadelphia
Our friend Packard
sent one of the negroes with us as guide, armed with an old-fashioned horse pistol.
He was apparently very brave, would march in advance of us, and say, “I'd like to see anybody take you'ns now;” but hearing the least noise, would forget that he was our protector and fall back in our rear.
He was the only armed guide we had on our journey, and our experience with him was such that we did not care for more.