United States -- History -- Civil War, 1861-1865 -- Personal narratives
From this I judged that the country ahead was free of both Rebels and
Yankees as far back as he had come. He eyed me suspiciously while
talking, but was evidently telling the truth as far as he knew it. He
seemed in a great hurry to get away from me with his sheep, and after
asking him for minute directions for a road that turned to the right
about four miles ahead and which I did not intend to take, we separated.
After parting from him I shortly turned to my left, having decided that
as soon as I came to it, which I knew would be in a little time, I would
avail myself of a road leading over the mountains.
Riding slowly along through the dense forest, wondering if I dared treat
myself to a smoke, I turned full on a group of four men, in dirty
butternut, camped in a laurel brake. They were chivalrous Southerners
without doubt, but built on the plan of "He who fights and runs away."
They evidently thought they had been discovered by Yankees and that the
proper time to run had arrived. One man, who was lifting a bucket of
coffee from the coals, ejaculated "hell," and taking the bucket with
him, fled, followed by the others.
To my startled gaze they seemed to disappear in a dozen different
directions at the same time. I would have been extremely grateful to the
leader if he had left the coffee behind.
Knowing that a short stop made by me might be lengthened out
indefinitely if any of the fugitives chanced to return, I departed
without much delay. As soon as I reached the road I turned into it and
had a comparatively easy time for the next few miles.
CHAPTER V.
I was so weary and worn out by my constant riding and so in need of
sleep that it was only by determined effort that I could keep my eyes
open. Several times I roused to the unpleasant conviction that I had
been asleep in my saddle. I knew that would not do, for I well knew that
even in that seemingly quiet district constant watchfulness was needed
and that later on fresh dangers would need freshened faculties and
renewed energy to meet them. So I decided to allow myself an hour's
rest.
As quick as I found a suitable place, which I soon did in the shape of a
narrow, rock-hung ravine, which branched off at my right hand between
two almost perpendicular walls of mountains, I stopped, and dismounting,
led my horse in after me. When we had penetrated several rods I
tethered my horse behind some bushes, so that he could graze, and
crawled into a leaf cushioned hole between two rocks.
I have always had the faculty of waking at any predetermined time, and
when I roused from a heavy sleep of exhaustion I had exceeded my hour's
allowance by only ten minutes.
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