"Stranger," said I, addressing an elderly gentleman that I found on entering, "can I get some dinner here?"
"I reckon so," he said, handing me a chair; "dinner will be ready in a few minutes. Sit down."
I complied.
"Where do you belong?" he inquired.
"My home is in Memphis, Tennessee, but"—
Just then I was interrupted by the entrance of two men, who came in from an adjoining room, one of whom asked me where I belonged.
"I was just saying to this gentleman," I replied, "that my home is in Memphis, Tennessee, but I came from Bolivar here."
"Do you belong to the Federal army?"
"No, sir; I am a citizen of this State, and my home, as I said before, is in Memphis."
"How came you to be in Bolivar?"