"You do?"
"Yes."
"Well, I belong to Colonel Strawl's regiment, the 4th Tennessee. I am a surgeon in that regiment; my name is Biggs. What is your name?"
"My name is Ruggles. I am a brother to General Ruggles."
"Is it possible! I know the General very well. What are you doing up here?"
"I am going through the d—d Yankee lines to-day, if I can."
"You are? A'n't you afraid they'll get you?"
"No; I expect they'll get me into the guard-house, but I'll soon manage to get out."
"Well, do the best that you can. If they do get you into the guard-house, you sha'n't want for anything to eat. I'll see to that myself."
Breakfast was announced as ready for me, and I sat up to the table. They had got me fried ham, baked sweet potatoes, warm biscuit with butter and honey, and coffee with sugar and cream. I think the condition of my appetite enabled me to do that meal ample justice. When I had finished, I asked the doctor how much I should pay him.