But he told me that nothing so impressed him on the whole trip as the sudden transformation in the black soldier who was taken prisoner with him.

The chaplain at once adopted the policy, natural to him, of talking boldly and even defiantly to his captors, and commanding instead of beseeching.

He pursued the same policy always and gained by it, he thought.

But the negro adopted the diametrically opposite policy, also congenial to his crushed race,--all the force seemed to go out of him, and he surrendered himself like a tortoise to be kicked and trodden upon at their will.

This manly, well-trained soldier at once became a slave again, asked no questions, and, if any were asked, made meek and conciliatory answers.