So, after hiding his rifle under one of the quilts, where he could get his hand upon it at a moment's warning, he threw himself upon the bed without removing his clothes, and was fast asleep in a moment.

It seemed to him that he had hardly closed his eyes, when a hand was laid on his shoulder, and Pomp's voice whispered in his ear: "Wake up, young massa; 'most daylight." "You sleep mighty sound, chile," said the old woman, as Frank rose from the bed.

"I's sorry to be 'bilged to 'sturb you, but you must be gwine now.

Here's a little bite for you to eat." As she spoke, she handed Frank a haversack, such as he had often seen used by the soldiers of the rebel army, filled with corn-bread and cold ham.

Frank slung it over his shoulder, and, after pulling his rifle out from under the bed, said: "Aunty, I thank you for your kindness to"-- "Lor' A'mighty, chile!" interrupted the woman, "don't say one word 'bout dat, I tol' you.