Going through the swamps and briers had torn them into tatters, from waistband to hem, leaving our skins bare to be served in the same way.
We started again, moving slowly and bearing towards the picket fires, which we could see for a distance on our left.

After traveling some little time the lights on our left ended, which puzzled us for a while, until we came to a fearful big swamp, that explained it all, as this, considered impassable, protected the right of the camp.

We had an awful time in getting through.

In many places we had to lie down and crawl long distances through the paths made in the brakes by hogs and other animals.

As we at length came out, Hommat turned to me and whispered that in the morning we would have some Lincoln coffee.