At that moment a guard about thirty yards to our left, who evidently supposed that we were Rebels, sang out: "Whar ye gwine to thar boys ?" I answered: "Jest a-gwine out here a little ways." Frank whispered me to run, but I said, "No; wait till he halts us, and then run." He walked up to where we had crossed his beat--looked after us a few minutes, and then, to our great relief, walked back to his post.
After much trouble we succeeded in getting through all the troops, and started fairly on our way.

We tried to shape our course toward Florida.
The country was very swampy, the night rainy and dark, no stars were out to guide us, and we made such poor progress that when daylight came we were only eight miles from our starting place, and close to a road leading from Thomasville to Monticello.

Finding a large turnip patch, we filled our pockets, and then hunted a place to lie concealed in during the day.

We selected a thicket in the center of a large pasture.

We crawled into this and laid down.