Vermont phÅ“nix. [volume] (Brattleboro, Vt.) 1834-1955, 1880-06-25
CLOSE QUARTERS.
you're hiding rebels in the house
Mi'out the leaye n me-

Scotch Ballad.
l am Georgia gentleman, and served the
South during those four crucial years which
one side calls ''our late struggle for independ-
ence," and the other stgmatizes as ''the re-
bellion." In skirmish before Fredericks-
burg | was taken prisoner, and was sent
North with Il squad Of fellow -misfortunates
to Point Lookout. Thence, after while,
number of US were transferred to Fort Della
ware. During the journey while the train
was running at slack speed, about fifteen
miles from Baltimore, l managed to jump off
it. took the leap literally in the dark, not
knowing where ! was going to land, for it was
growing dusk, and the day was the I'd of Feb
ruary. There was snow upon the ground,
and l slipped as / struck the track, rolling
over and over until l brought up in a snow
drift below a steep embankment, and saw the
lights Of the receding engine flashing round
a curve in the road. As soon as could raj
ly my wits, gathered myself up, and turned
my face toward Baltimore.
After walking few miles saw the hazy
glow that hangs at night over q large city.
had never been in Maryland. / had no
friends and no acquaintance there. l had no
money and felt faint for want of food but
knew that Baltimore was sort Of outwork to
the Southern Confederacy, and that was
likely to find aid and sympathy amongst its
women while | knew likewise that / had
better steer clear of any men met, as most
of those who favored the Confederate cause
had gone already into the Southern army.
At Point Lookout l had observed several
letters directed by some of our prisoners to
Miss Fanny Lewis, 1874 Reade street, Balti-
more. As l walked on kept repeating this
address over and over. had no idea who
Miss Lanny Lewis was, nor. for that matter,
had my friends at Point Lookout, though
they were in the habit OF addressing her, ac-
cording to the prison etiquette, as MY dear
cousin" They only knew that she was a
charitable lady who sent boxes of good food
and cast-oG clothing to the prisoners, while
they in return made rings for her out of their
coat buttons, and inlaid them with mother-of-
pearl cut from their shirt studs.
entered Baltimore toward the east, and
presuming on the universally of that great
law, westward the course of fashion takes
its way" / walked on until found myself,
about half past nine o'clock, in what seemed
fashionable quarter of the city Presently
l reached church, Roman Catholic
church, presumed, from the cross upon its
front-Rnd ! observed that several ladies who
came out Of it had prayer books with gilt
crosses in their hands. l knew well enough
that the Roman Catholic population of Balti-
more was Southern to q ibOmdH, and almost
to a man. followed these ladies and con-
trived to stop them without frightening them.
l conclude they felt was gentleman by my
address, and were not influenced by the
clothes philosophy. l asked them to tell me
the way to Reade street. They gave me clear
but brief directions l raised my hat and
walked on, striking into shadow whenever l
could, and fearing the glance of policeman.
made my way to Reade street, and pulled
the bell of 1874. 1t was a house standing in a
garden, little back from the street, and an
alley ran along one side of the lot An Irish
servant-girl answered my summons. That
was good omen. Irish servant-g girls were
all sympathizers in their way.
Can | see Miss Fanny Lewis for mo-
mSPSt5" ,,,.. p,,,,,,.,. -,,,. - ,,, ..,.,,.
The master is come home. Maybe our other
Miss Fanny would do for ye."
LET me see her," said.
She opened the door of a sort of library or
side sitting-room turned up the gas and left
me there. looked at my torn clothes, my
Drowned hands, my haggard face, and un-
shorn beard and hair for there was large
mirror over the fireplace As / stood wait
ing, wondered what impression should
produce on that other Miss Fanny when she
came.
Presently the door opened. small blonde
woman entered. She was about twenty five,
with a very pleasant face. She looked as
frightened as I felt myself to be. Closing
the door carefully, she came up close to me,
without word.
"Who are you ?" she said, trembling.
Madam" answered, II am Major Dan
gerfeld, of the Confederate service. l know
Miss Fanny Lewis to be a lady very good to
our poor fellows at Point Lookout. 1 know
nobody in Baltimore. leone to ask your ad-
vice and protection" And l told her my
story.
"Oh !" she cried, 81 am the wrong lady /;
you expected to see my sister-in-law. You