By this time he was again fast asleep. I tried again to wake him, but with no better success. I do not say that he was drunk, but I _do_ say that he acted just as I do when I am drunk. The result was, the spy escaped, and I have never seen him since. As we were passing along by Adams & Brother's store, a few hours after, the door chanced to be open, and we observed that the room was occupied by many citizens, engaged in a spirited conversation, and so we dropped in to see what was going on. One of the persons present I knew to be Brigadier-General Neely, of the Confederate army, who had been captured by the Federal troops when they first took possession of the place, and he was on parole of honor within the limits of the town. When we first entered, the conversation stopped, but it was soon gradually resumed. A great deal was said about the Yankees stealing corn, cotton, and niggers, and they complained that it was ruining many of the planters. I listened a few minutes, and then, addressing myself to General Neely, said: "Gentlemen, so far as I am concerned, I have never yet stolen a cent's worth of property since I have been in the Federal army, and if I had known that a United States soldier had got to steal corn, cotton, and niggers from the citizens of the South, I would never have enlisted." "Nor I either," said the Sergeant, "I didn't think when I enlisted that this was going to be made a nigger war!" "For my part," I continued, "I'm getting tired of fighting for _niggers_, and if I wasn't afraid they would hang me for a spy, I'd go and join Billy Jackson's cavalry." "And so would I," said the Sergeant; "I think I'd like the Southern people very much. I have often heard "Bunker" talk about them; he used to live in the South." "Yes, I did, indeed! and I'm almost ashamed to be fighting against them. I used to live in Mississippi, and I have spent several years in Arkansas and Tennessee. I am well acquainted in Memphis. General, do you know Jim Ford and Charlie Ford, of Memphis?" "Yes, I know them very well; they are wholesale dealers in produce. I get my supply of pork from them every year." He then motioned to me and the Sergeant and one of the citizens in the room, who had been listening with a good deal of interest to our conversation, to accompany him into a back room, which we did. He then called for two bottles of wine, and asked us to drink with him, which we were not in the least backward about doing. The citizen then said that he had not time to stay longer, and, shaking hands with us, bade us good-by, and went out. "General," said I, when the citizen had gone, "do you know where Billy Jackson is?" "Yes! He's not far off; if you want to join his cavalry you would have no trouble in getting to him." "If I wa'n't afraid General Jackson would get me and hang me for a spy, I'd run away, and so would this Sergeant, and we'd join his cavalry."