"Well, no, sir; the Yankees have done taken all that I had; you can't get any supper here."
"Partner," said I to the Sergeant, "let us go on. Blast that man's picture! he'll hear from me some day to pay for treating his own soldiers in that way!"
"Hold on, soldiers!" said the man; "where do you belong?"
"I am Orderly Sergeant of Price's 1st Battery of Artillery," I replied, "and this man with me belongs to the same battery. We were captured by the Yankees, and have succeeded in getting away from them; we have been without any thing to eat for twenty-four hours."
"Yes, yes!" said the man's wife, who had heard what had been said; "you can have something to eat, and you can have the best bed in the house! Come in, boys, come in."
We went in and sat down. "You were in the fight on the Hatchee, the other day, were you?" said the man.
"Yes, till we got captured."
"Well, how did the fight come off?"
"I can't tell you very much about it. When we had fired only three rounds, some Lincoln cavalry charged right up to us, and captured us and our battery, and immediately sent us to the rear; consequently, I don't know much about it."
"I declare!" said he; "I would like to hear from the fight!"