The fellow's short answers were exasperating in the extreme. "Three miles," he hollered, fast getting out of ear shot. I must confess I completely lost temper. Making a trumpet of my hands, I shouted: "I say, you escaped lunatic, what is the name of the town?" "Meggetts," came back the faint reply, and the man passed out of range. The solution of the problem was now easy. Not knowing I must change trains at Charleston Junction, I had been carried forty-seven miles out of my way down a branch road. Twenty-four empty box-cars had been side-tracked to be loaded with cabbage, and I had been in one of the cars. After an hour's walk I arrived at Meggetts. It was near 11 p. m., though all the stores, five, I think, were open. Appeasing my hunger at a small restaurant in the place, I had just $1.05 of the original $4.00 I had left home with. Upon inquiry, I found that a freight would leave Meggetts at 2 a. m. that night bound for the North. The train was loaded with early vegetables, and I was told would make a short stay at the Junction. Eighteen colored men, whose homes were in Charleston, boarded the train that night when I did. The men had been sent down from Charleston to help load the train. The brakemen, whose instructions were to let the men ride free kept to themselves on the train, and without stop we ran back to the Junction. The men clambered down and were soon walking the remaining few miles to their homes. There are several tracks at Charleston Junction, but before departing the men showed me the track leading to Savannah. About daylight a freight pulled upon this track and came to a short standstill. Once more I was fortunate in finding an empty car, and getting into it unobserved. I was not absolutely sure the darkies had not deceived me, but then a man beating the roads has got to take all kinds of chances, and I was fast learning the fact. At noon that day I arrived safely in Savannah, that is to say, I arrived within a mile of the town proper, where I ran the risk of breaking my neck by jumping off, but that was much better than being pulled into the yards in broad open daylight to be arrested. There is one thing peculiar about Savannah, which can't fail to impress a stranger on his first visit. For the size of the town, I think it contains three times as many colored people as any other city in the United States. That afternoon I found the time to read a chapter in the little Bible my mother had given me. I shall always believe it was the work of a kind Providence that sent me upon the streets of Savannah that night in quest of some one to go with me to Jacksonville. Luckily for me this time too, as subsequent events will prove. It was past midnight. Again my conveyance was a freight train; this time bound for Jacksonville, Fla., and again I had a darkey for a traveling companion.