...pear to be so very wicked as my conscience was inclined to make me out to be. When I set out foraging in the daytime I was amply furnished with funds, and sought some fraternal Secesh. Towards Green River , beyond the pickets, an old Secessionist lady and I became great friends, trusting one another without reservation. I would give her ten dollars at a time to invest in eggs, butter, and fowls; and ...