...f my slumbers, I did hear his whispered calls, and we set forward once more. Further on, leaving our horses in the woods, we walked across fields to the homestead of a well-known citizen north of Timberville . Do you see that pile of straw six feet high piled against the big barn doors? That is a tell-tale. Then here is a Yankee horse in the stall below. That means a guard in the house to protec...