She was a very nice-looking lady, about thirty-five years of age, and treated us with great kindness.

Hommat being barefooted, she pulled off her own shoes and stockings and gave them to him, saying that she would go to Town the next day and get herself another pair.

She told us not to try to cross the river near Columbus, as their troops had been deserting in great numbers, and the river was closely picketed to catch the runaways.

She gave us directions how to go so as to cross the river about fifty miles below Columbus.

We struck the river again the next night, and I wanted to swim it, but Hommat was afraid of alligators, and I could not induce him to venture into the water.
We traveled down the river until we came to Moseley's Ferry, where we stole an old boat about a third full of water, and paddled across.