He then gave a whistle, and for a moment held his breath.
Just as the faithful black was about to repeat the signal, he heard the response; and in a moment the lady alighted, and with dripping garments, limbs chilled to numbness, followed her new guide to a place of concealment, near the village of Taitsville.
"You is jes as wet as a drownded rat," said the mulatto woman, who met Clotelle as she entered the negro's cabin.
"Yes," replied the latter, "this is a stormy night for one to be out." "Yes mam, dese is hard times for eberybody dat 'bleves in de Union.

I 'spose deys cotched your husband, an' put him in de army, ain't dey ?" "No: my husband died at Port Hudson, fighting for the Union," said Clotelle.
"Oh, mam, dats de place whar de black people fight de rebels so, wasn't it ?" remarked Dinah, for such was her name.
"Yes, that was the place," replied the former.

"I see that your husband has lost one of his hands: did he lose it in the war ?" "Oh no, missus," said Dinah.

"When dey was taken all de men, black an white, to put in de army, dey cotched my ole man too, and took him long wid 'em.

So you see, he said he'd die afore he'd shoot at de Yanks.