[CHAPTER XXX.]
A kind of excellent, dumb discourse.
Tempest.
It did not require many days of captivity to teach us the infinite expressiveness and trustworthiness of the human eye. We began to recognize Union people by their friendly look before they spoke a word.
A Word with a Union Woman.
Our train stopped for dinner at a secluded Mississippi tavern. At the door of the long dining-room stood the landlady, an intelligent woman of about thirty-five. When I handed her a twenty-dollar Rebel note, she inquired—
"Have you nothing smaller than this?"
"No Confederate money," I answered.
"State currency will answer just as well."
"I have none of that—nothing but this bill and United States Treasury Notes."