light, which, emerging from a belt of woods, pursued its winding way until again lost to view in the woods that were sharply outlined at a distance.
To their right the country was broken and hilly, and the landscape presented a rugged and picturesque appearance in marked contrast to the evidences of cultivation upon the other side.
The night was soft and balmy, and the silence was only broken by the sound of the horses' hoofs as they slowly trotted along.
It seemed difficult to believe that war was abroad in the land, and that even now, while in the enjoyment of apparent safety, danger was lurking on every hand.
Their horses being now sufficiently rested, they again pressed forward at a rapid pace until they were about five miles from the landing which was their point of destination.
There Mrs. Lawton
's husband was to meet her and the balance of the journey, to the Union
camp would be free from danger, as the Federal
pickets were posted across the river.
They were now approaching a patch of timber, through which they would be compelled to pass, and an instinctive feeling of dread came over both of them as they drew near to it. The trees grew close together, shutting out the light of the moon, and rendering the road extremely dark and gloomy.
“Just the place for an ambuscade,” said Mrs. Lawton
shiveringly; “draw your pistols, John, and be ready in case of attack.”
silently did as he was directed, and riding