The proprietor of the hotel where we breakfasted was a country doctor, who passed in that region as a man of great wisdom.

He was intensely disloyal, and did not relish the prospect of having, as he called it, "an Abolition army" moving anywhere in his vicinity.

He was preparing to leave for the South, with his entire household, as soon as his affairs could be satisfactorily arranged.

He had taken the oath of allegiance, to protect himself from harm at the hands of our soldiers, but his negroes informed us that he belonged to a company of "Independent Guards," which had been organized with the design of joining the Rebel army.
This gentleman was searching for his rights.

I passed his place six months afterward.