"How in the world did you know me? I have been here four days, and learned about all your military secrets; but it is becoming a rather tight place, and I think I will leave. Good-by, boys."
He made good his escape. In the woods he had cut the wire, inserted one of his own, and by a pocket instrument perused our official dispatches, stating the exact number and location of United States troops in Memphis. Re-enforcements were immediately ordered in, to guard against a Rebel dash.
A Bit of Sherman's Waggery.
Later in July, Sherman assumed command. One day, a bereaved man-owner visited him, to learn how he could reclaim his runaway slaves.
"I know of only one way, sir," replied the general, "and that is, through the United States marshal."
The unsuspecting planter went up and down the city inquiring for that civil officer.
"Have you any business with him?" asked a Federal captain.
"Yes, sir. I want my negroes. General Sherman says he is the proper person to return them."
"Undoubtedly he is. The law prescribes it."
"Is he in town?"