One day the guard brought in a suspicious character from the picket-line. He was about twenty-five years old, long, lank, and dusky,--a sort of half-Indian, half-Irish looking fellow, with uncombed hair and an over-prominent quid of tobacco. He rode the usual "nag" of the country,--an animal with more blood than bone and more vice than beauty. He dismounted, passed his bridle over his arm, and "squatted,"--the usual posture of the country. "The Hun," the professional bully of all our culprits, took this creature in hand, and presently came in with a suggestion that I had better see him alone. He followed me cautiously to one side, leading his horse with him, and squatted again when we had halted at a safe distance from curious ears. "I'm Pat Dixon. I live down Troy way on the North Fork. Ye see, when this yer muss fust broke out I didn't go to take no sides in it. But Merryweather's men they come along a little 'fore sun-up, last month was a year, an' they taken the only nag we had left. I'd had him hid out all summer, but some derned skunk done found him out. I heern the cusses a trampin' roun' an' I was goin' to take a crack at 'em for 'good mornin',' but, you see, I knowed if I did they'd just burn the old woman out, an' she don't git along but porely, anyhow, so I didn't. They _con_scripted the old man the year afore, an' he hain't been heern on sence. So I come to the conclushin that I wa'n't agoin' to stan' no such treatmint as that--by King! an' I jest took to the bresh, an' I reckon I've pestered them 'uns right smart. I ain't agoin' afoot long as theys hosses in West Tannisy,--you bet! I was agoin' to jine you Yanks, but thinks sez I: 'Old Pat, you kin do a heap better in the bresh nor what you kin in no army,' and so I stuck to it. O, now, I'm squar'! Frank Moore can tell you all 'bout me; I ain't no gum-game, I ain't. If you want a skeout, I'm on hand, an' I don't want no pass, I kin git 'roun' in this kentry. "Which? _hoss?_ Well, 't ain't much of a nag, but theys more on 'em roun', an' if this 'un tuckers out I'll git somethin' to ride. I ain't goin' afoot.--no, mam!"