At Brownsville we came upon a small force of rebs, who undertook to check our advance, but we drove them from their position. The next day, at Bogue Chitto Creek, they made another stand, but were again driven from their position. General John A. Logan then sent me out to the front of our right to watch the movements of the enemy, and see which way they went. I was accompanied by a scout, by the name of James E. Bader. About a mile out, we left our horses under cover of the woods, and then, by ourselves, we ascended a rise of ground that enabled us to see the course the enemy had taken. While we were thus engaged in watching, we saw a man leave the rebel forces and ride toward a house that stood near by. As he neared us, we saw that he had on the uniform of a rebel Colonel. He unsaddled the horse at the house and then led it away to the stable, and then returned himself to the house. We then went to our horses, mounted, and rode to the house, dismounted and went in. We found but one man in the house, who said, "Good morning! You gave the Johnnies a good fleecing this morning!" "Yes," said I, "we fleeced the Johnnies. But where is your uniform?" "I ha'n't got a uniform, boys. I am no secesh. I have always been a good Union man." We then searched the house for the saddle and uniform, which we found, hid under the floor. "What uniform is this," said I, hauling it up from its hiding-place. "It belongs to one of the boarders." "It's my opinion that the boarder's clothes will just fit you. Take off the clothes you have on and put on these, and do it quick, too." "I declare, gentlemen, that's not my uniform." "No matter; you must put it on and see how it fits." "Jiminy-pult!" said Bader, brandishing his revolver; "put this uniform on in a hurry, or we'll help you!" "No more excuses," said I. "It a'n't but a few minutes since we saw you have it on." The Colonel reluctantly changed his former dress for the uniform. "There--your military clothes fit well. Now go with us." Bader saddled the horse and brought it to the door, when we made him mount and go back with us to General Logan. I told him the course the enemy had taken, and how we had captured the Colonel. "Good morning, Colonel," said Logan. "Have you got any meat?" "Yes, sir." "Bunker, you go over and get some for our supper to-night." I returned, accompanied by my partner, to the Colonel's house, where we found a nice flock of turkeys. Knowing that officers were fond of turkeys, I called a dog that was lying in the yard and set him to work. In a few minutes we captured six nice ones, which we carried to the General in lieu of meat. "Here, Colonel," said Logan, showing the turkeys to the prisoner, "you shall have a nice supper in the Federal fortress. Boys, have you got any for yourselves?" "No, sir." "Here, take these," (handing me two of them.)