On learning that I had been a ranger, one of them, a Mr. Reeves, inquired if I knew any man of his name in Texas.
"Calvin Reeves?" I asked.
"Yes; and he is my brother," was the response. He then asked me a great number of questions, which I answered without hesitation, and so truthfully, that my account corresponded exactly with that which Reeves had given himself. We had both been in Johnston's regiment, and our narratives corresponded exactly. The examination lasted from twelve o'clock till dark, after which they professed themselves satisfied that all was right and released me, telling me that I could go on. But I had not proceeded more than a hundred yards before I was called back, and one of them said to me:
"You say you are going home?"
"Yes, sir;" I replied.
"You live in Paris, Bourbon county, Kentucky?"
"Yes, sir."
"And you intend to fight for the south, do you?" my questioner persisted.
"I will if I know myself," said I.
"You think you will stick to your principles, when you get there?" he said.