For a little while it seemed all up with us, as the sound of the baying came closer and closer.

But our inquiry about the distance to Moseley's Ferry seems to have saved us.
They soon called the hounds in, and started them on the track we had come, instead of that upon which we were going.

The baying shortly died away in the distance.

We did not waste any time congratulating ourselves over our marvelous escape, but paced on as fast as we could for about eight miles farther.

On the way we passed over the battle ground of Oolustee, or Ocean Pond.
Coming near to Lake City we fell in with some negros who had been brought from Maryland.