Pretty soon a Johnny came along with a bunch of turnip tops, that he was taking up to the camp to trade to the prisoners.

As he passed over the log I could have caught him by the leg, which I intended to do if he saw us, but he passed along, heedless of those concealed under his very feet, which saved him a ducking at least, for we were resolved to drown him if he discovered us.

Waiting here a little longer we left our lurking place and made a circuit of the edge of the swamp, still signaling for Clipson.

But we could find nothing of him, and at last had to give him up.
We were now between Thomasville and the camp, and as Thomasville was the end of the railroad, the woods were full of Rebels waiting transportation, and we approached the road carefully, supposing that it was guarded to keep their own men from going to town.

We crawled up to the road, but seeing no one, started across it.