"They'll be down here directly, then, I reckon. I had better get out of this. Won't you let me get on behind you and ride across?" "Yes, come this way." He rode alongside of a bank of earth, and I straddled the mule, behind him. We crossed the stream, and had ascended the bank on the opposite side, when, discovering the Lincolnites, with their carbines leveled at us, he exclaimed, "Whoa, mule! Captured, by G--d! Both of us! I swear, that's too bad! Here I am, within five miles of my command, and captured!" "That's a fact, Captain, but we can't help it now. I expect we had better ride on up; it's no place to trade jack-knives here!" So we went on. "Whew!" said the Major, "that's the way I like to see you come; when you come, come double!" We rode up to the Major, who ordered us to dismount, and, taking possession of the mules, he said, pointing to the group he had already captured: "There, you had better go right down there, out of sight; that's the best place for you. How do you like my trap, Captain?" "I think it's a very good one; it caught me mighty nice!" He felt sold over his capture, and doubly so when he learned that _I_ had _enticed_ him into the trap. The Major having succeeded in entrapping eighteen "very fine" rebs, we returned with the brigade to Bolivar. On the 3d day of October, General Price attacked General Rosecrans at Corinth, Miss., and, after a severe engagement, was defeated and compelled to retreat. General Hurlbut immediately marched the troops under his command to General Rosecrans' assistance. On his way, he met the rebel army on its retreat, while it was crossing the Hatchee River, and completely routed it. A few days after the return of General Hurlbut's command to Bolivar, he sent me out to find where the scattered fragments of General Price's army were concentrating. I was allowed to take a man with me, and was requested to make the trip as quickly as possible. As I was about leaving the General's quarters, he called to me, "Here, come back!" I went back, and he continued: "I want you to understand that you are to work for me now. I don't want you to tattle on the picket line. I have been told that you have sometimes reported to your Colonel; you might as well report to a _corporal_ as to a Colonel, unless he sends you out. I want you to report to me." "General, explain to me, if you please, what that means. I have never reported to a Colonel but once." "Well, _that's once_ too much. That's the reason the detachment of Armstrong's cavalry was not captured, that you reported to General Ross, the other day." I begged the General's pardon, and promised to do better. I have been very careful since not to report to any body but the officer that sent me out. I selected Sergeant E. W. Quackenbush, of the 20th Ohio, to accompany me. He had been with me on previous scouts. We were on foot, disguised like rebel soldiers belonging to artillery.