The next morning the lieutenant, after a visit to the provost marshal’s office, said that the flag-of-truce boat would not sail for several days, and that they had smallpox very bad there. He said that we would remain in Baltimore. After breakfast he said: “Boys, I am going to see the city. I know you do not wish to go with me, and I don’t care to stay with you. If you are arrested, tell them to wait till I come with the papers.” Captain Pilcher and I had a letter to Noah Walker, wholesale clothier, and we started to his store, but had gone only two squares when we were arrested as spies. We told the detective that we were under orders for exchange, and under the control of a lieutenant of the United States Army, and if he did not believe our story he could accompany us to the hotel, which he did, and waited several hours. When our lieutenant returned he was very angry, and cursed and abused the detective severely. Next morning I said: “Lieutenant, we want to call at Noah Walker’s. We wish you would go with us to the door, where you can leave us and resume your sight-seeing.” So he did. We presented our letter to Mr. Walker, and had a pleasant chat with him. He inquired especially after his friends in Louisville. When we arose to take our leave, he said: “Boys, wait a while. Come this way.” We followed him up four flights of stairs. Coming to the fifth story, he unlocked a door and we entered another narrow flight of stairs; he locked the door on the inside, and put the key in his pocket. When we reached the head of the stairs, we found a large stock of Confederate uniforms. He said: “Mum is the word. I am running the blockade with these; and if it were known by the Federal authorities, my entire stock would be confiscated.” We told him that our lips would be sealed. He said: “I did not bring you up here for a display, but I want each of you boys to select an overcoat.” We did so, and he sent them to the hotel. The next morning we took passage on the Bay Line steamer for Fortress Monroe. Just after leaving Baltimore I saw a commotion in the ladies’ cabin, and heard the word “Rebel” uttered excitedly. Presently the captain came to us and said: “Boys, I have an old lady aboard who is a regular virago. She says that she does not want to travel on the same boat with Rebels. I told her that you had paid first-class fare and were entitled to cabin-fare passage, but that doesn’t quiet her. She is creating a terrible furor with the passengers. I wish you would go down on the deck. I will send your supper to you, the best we have on the table, and after supper I will bring you up to your stateroom.” The captain was a Baltimorean and a Southern sympathizer, and to accommodate him we went below till after the old lady retired, when we turned in to dream of the flag of truce. I hope the old lady has reached that land where there are no Rebels to molest or make her afraid.