I’ll bet I told a hundred lies, fust and last, if I did one. I said he was at heart Secesh; that he was in the rebel army, and I took him prisoner at Manassas, which, you know was true. Then I said his sweetheart, meanin’ you, begging your pardon, got up a row, and made him jine the Federals, and promise never to go agin the flag, and that’s how he come to be nabbed up at Fredericksburg. I said ‘twan’t no use to try to make him swear, for he thought more of his gal’s good opinion than he did of liberty, and I set you up till I swan if I bleeve you’d a knowed yourself, and every one of them fellers was ready to stan’ by you, and two of ’em drinked your helth with the wust whisky I ever tasted. One of ’em asked me if I was a fair specimen of the Northern Army, and I’ll be darned if I didn’t tell him _no_, for I was ashamed to have ’em think the Federals was all like me. I guess, though, they liked me some; anyway, they let me carry something to the Corp’ral every now and then, and I bleeve he’d die if I didn’t. I’ve smuggled him in some paper and a pencil, and he is going to wright to you, and I shall send it, no matter how. The rebs won’t see it, and I guess it’s pretty sure to go safe. I must stop now, and wright to the old woman. “Yours to command, “WILLIAM BAKER, ESQUARE.” It was with great difficulty that Annie could decipher the badly-written scrawl; but she made it out at last, and then took Jimmie’s letter next, shuddering as she saw in it marks of the horrors which Bill had described but faintly, and which were fully corroborated by Jimmie himself.