"No, massa, I is not; seben of my folks is, an dey is all prayen fur your side."
Hailing a little knot, I said: "Boys where do you live?"
"Lib wid Massa ——, sah."
"All Union people, I suppose?"
"Dey say dey is, but dey isn't."
One old woman—evidently a great-grandmother in Israel—climbed on the fence, clapped her hands, shouted for joy, and "bressed de Lord dat dar was de ole flag agin."
To a colored boy who stole into our lines last night, with his little bundle under his arm, the Major said: "Doesn't it make you feel bad to run away from your masters?"
"Oh, no, massa; dey is gone, too."
Reached Murfreesboro in the afternoon.
22. Men at work rebuilding the railroad bridge. General Dumont returns to Nashville. Colonel Lytle, of the Tenth Ohio, will assume command of our brigade.