“I mistrusted he was there,” Bill wrote; “and so when me and some other fellow-travellers was safely landed in purgatory, I went on an explorin’ tower to find him. But you bet it want so easy gettin’ through that crowd. Why, the camp-meetin’ they had in the Fair Grounds in Rockland, when Marm Freeman bust her biler hollerin’, was nothin’ to the piles of ragged, dirty, hungry-lookin’ dogs; some standin’ up, some lyin’ down, and all lookin’ as if they was on their last legs. Right on a little sand bank, and so near the dead line that I wonder he didn’t get shot, I found the Corp’ral, with his trouses tore to tatters, and lookin’ like the old gal’s rag-bag that hangs in the suller-way. Didn’t he cry, though, when I hit him a kelp on the back, and want there some tall cryin’ done by both of us as we sat there flat on the sand, with the hot sun pourin’ down on us, and the sweat and the tears runnin’ down his face, as he told me all he’d suffered. It made my blood bile. I’ve had a little taste of Libby, and Bell Isle, too; but they can’t hold a candle to this place. Miss Graam, you are the good sort, kinder pius like; but I’ll be hanged if I don’t bleeve you’ll justify me in the thumpin lies I told the Corp’ral that day, to keep his spirits up. Says he, ‘Have you ever ben to Rockland since Fredericksburg?’ and then I tho’t in a minute of that nite in the woods when he prayed about Anny; and ses I to myself, ‘The piusest lie you ever told will be that you have been home, and seen Miss Graam, with any other triflin’ additions you may think best;’ so I told him I had ben hum on a furbelow, as the old gal (meanin’ my mother) calls it. And I seen her, too, says I, Miss Graam, and she talked an awful sight about you, I said, when you orto have seen him shiver all over as he got up closer to me, and asked, ‘What did she say?’ Then I went on romancin’, and told him how you spent a whole evenin’ at the ole hut, talkin’ about him, and how sorry you was for him, and couldn’t git your natural sleep for thinkin’ of him, and how, when I came away, you said to me on the sly, ‘William, if you ever happen to meet Mr. Carleton, give him Anny Graam’s love, and tell him she means it.’ Great Peter! I could almost see the flesh come back to his bones, and his eyes had the old look in ’em, as he liked to of hugged me to death. I’d done him a world of good, he said, and for some days he seemed as chipper as you please; but nobody can stan’ a diet of raw meal and the nastiest watter that ever run; and ses I to myself, Corp’ral will die as sure as thunder if somethin’ don’t turn up; and so, when I got the hang of things a little, and seen how the macheen was worked, sez I, ‘I’ll turn Secesh, though I hate ’em as I do pizen.’ They was glad enuff to have me, bein’ I’m a kind of carpenter and jiner, and they let me out, and I went to work for the Corp’ral.