By a strange _accident_ they were all taken prisoners that afternoon by a dozen Federal prowlers, who kindly took them in out of the wet. SKEERED! THAT AINT NO NAME FOR IT. About a mile and a half to the rear of the field of battle there stands, in a large, open field, a solitary log-house containing two rooms. The house is surrounded by a fence inclosing a small patch of ground. The chimney had been partly torn away by a cannon-ball. A shell had struck the roof of the building, ripping open quite a gutter in the rafters. A dead horse lay in the little yard directly in front of the house, actually blocking up the doorway, while shot and shell were scattered in every direction about the field in front and rear of this solitary homestead. I dismounted, determined to see who or what was in the house-- "Darkness there, and nothing more." A board had been taken from the floor, exhibiting a large hole between two solid beams or logs. An empty bedstead, a wooden cupboard, and three chairs were all the furniture the house contained. Hurrying across the field, we caught up with a long, lank, lean woman. She had two children with her: a little boy about nine, and a girl about four years of age. The woman had a table upon her head. The table, turned upside down, contained a lot of bedding. She had a bucket full of crockery-ware in one hand, and was holding on to the table with the other. The children were loaded down with household furniture of great convenience. As it was growing dark, I inquired the nearest road to Perryville. The woman immediately unloaded her head, and pointing the direction, set one leg on the table, and yelled to the boy-- "Whoray up, Jeems; you are so slow!" "How far is it, madam?" "O, about a mile and a half. It aint more nor that, no how." "Who lived in that house?" said I, pointing to the log-cabin I had just left. "I did." "Were you there during the fight?" "Guess I was." "Where was your husband?" "He wor dead." "Was he killed in the battle?" "No; he died with the measles." "Why didn't you leave when you found there was going to be a fight?" "I did start for to go, but I seed the Yankees comin' thick, and I hurried back t'other way; and jest as I e'enamost got to the brush yonder, I seed the 'Confeds' jest a swarmin' out of the woods. So, seeing I was between two fires, I rund back to the house." "Wasn't you afraid you'd be killed?" "Guess I was." "What did you do when they commenced firing?" "I cut a hole in the floor with the ax, and hid between the jists." "Did they fight long upon your ground?" "It seemed to me like it wor TWO WEEKS." "You must have been pretty well scared; were you not?" "Humph! _skeered!_ Lor bless you, _skeered! That aint no name for it!_" CAMP FUN IN A BURLESQUE LETTER TO A FRIEND. The other morning I was standing by Billy Briggs, in our tent. "Hand me them scabbards, Jimmy," said he. "Scabbards!" said I, looking round.