“Col. Harden said he would send a small escort for protection, though there was no danger of any force of the enemy, but there probably would be some wicked people there who might do us some harm. He had our horses brought out, and sent Capt. Day and ten mounted men with us. The road was somewhat rough, but very passable for saddle-horses. When we had gone about ten miles we met a colored boy, some fourteen years old, who said he was going to Dolinsburg. Mrs. Anderson rode on with Capt. Day. The escort was in front of them. I asked the boy why he was going to Dolinsburg. He said he lived about ten miles further up the river, and that an old colored woman, called 'Aunt Martha,' had sent him down to see if any soldiers were at Dolinsburg; and if so, to tell them that there was a Union officer at her house, sick. “'Do you know his name?' I asked. “'No, sir; but Aunt Martha calls him Massa Tom.' “I trembled all over. My blood was hot and cold by turns. “'When and how did he come there?” asked. “He said that the rebels had left him. My brain was now dizzy, and I told him to turn back and take me to the place. We rode past the rest of the company while they were resting for a short time. I told them I would ride on to the place where the river was crossed, and wait there for them. Mary was hearing all she could from Capt. Day about the battle, and so she raised no objections. I inquired of the boy as to the appearance of the sick officer. He described him as very pale, black hair, eyes and beard. I could understand his being pale, and felt sure it was Col. Anderson. I asked the boy if he ever spoke to him. He said he had not, but Aunt Martha talked to him about his wife and little girl and Uncle Daniel. I now was positive it was Tom. I reeled in my saddle and nearly fell from my horse. What should I do? I could not tell Mary, for if it proved not to be him she would not be able to bear it. So I rode on. After a long time we came to the house. It was some hundred paces from the road, a square log cabin or hut, occupied by an old colored woman ['Aunt Martha ') and her husband['Ham'), both over sixty years, I should judge. [Illustration: Uncle Daniel meets Aunt Martha 064] “The old aunty was in the yard, a smooth, hard, flat piece of ground, fenced off by a low fence, about four rails high, which a man could easily step over. I saluted her with: “'How do you do, aunty, do you live here?' “'Yes, sa, I lives heah--me and Ham, my ole man. What is you, massa? Is you Union or is you “Sesh?”' “'Oh! I am a Union man,' I replied. “'Den I is glad to see you. I'll jes' call Ham. He runned away when he seed you. He's feared; yes, he's dat. He isn't gwine wid de “Sesh” any mo'.' “'Well, aunty, have you a Union officer in your cabin, sick?' “'Well, now, massa, I'se jes' got to know who you is afore I 'fess on dat case.' “'Well, aunty, I am Daniel Lyon, sometimes called “Uncle Daniel.”'