The Manitowoc pilot. [volume] (Manitowoc, Wis.) 1859-1932, 1895-03-21

husband was III the Union army. She
gave us about all she had in her pan
try to eat. As she wished souvenirs
to remember Us by. Colonel Geer pre-
seuted her at parting with a silver
pencil. Walpole and Correl with but
tons from their coa,s, and / with my
tooth brush, for which l paid SIS in
Charleston.
proceeding on our way we arrived
in Chester county. South Carolina.
without further adventure Of import
ance. In this county Mr. Logan re-
sided, who, we had been informed
was a friend Of the colored people.
Thinking he might assist us, we call
Cd on him one night about 1870
o'clock al the postot1jce, where he was
living. My companions renamed in
the stable yard | knocked at the
door Of the house. 4 negro answered
the summons. and informed me Mr..
Logan was in bed. / walked in. enter
ed the mans chamber. introduced
myself as Captain Benson of the In
ION army. and told him that. having
escaped from imprisonmentin in Colum-
oia, | had heard hewas a friend Of the
Yankees, and I had come to him for
food and directions. He replied that
he wasn't a friend Of the Yankees:
that he wouldn't give me food or Iii
rect me. but he would take and turn
me over to the authorities next morn
ing
That plan. he concluded in a very
few moments, was not feasible
L bade him goodnight. and he
didn't even have the courtesy to re
turn my salutation.
Leaving the postotlice | turned into
the road. and found that Logan's
coloTed man was following me. Going
d little distance | got behind large
tree and waited for the fellow to come
up. As he approached, [ seized him.
threw him down, and told him if he
made any noise [ would kill him. as |
had already killed three niggars that
day. He didn't make any disturbance
but said to me: I heard you tell
Massa Logan you was a Yankee. Use
a friend OF the Yankees. III give
you something to eat. III go back
20 the house, and Massa Logan viii
tell me to go ont and stay ont until !
find you, and I'll tell him [ can't find
YOU | let him 20 and everything
turned out as he expected. After he
had come out Of the house again |
joined my friends and went over into
Il field. where the negro left rs. went
10 his cabin. and brought us some
chicken pies and other delicacies.
We scooped the food out Of the dish
es with our hands. and that chicken
pie tasted better than anything ] ever
ate. After our Tcpast the negro
guided rs onirhe!road some tens nsniIes or
as far as he could, and returned that
night in season for his days duties.
He consigned up to the care Of an
other colored man Of his acquaintance.
From this time on, for the most
part, We were aided by the black people
who were entirely loyal.
All through the South at this per
iod the highways and byways were
patroIed by the home guards, as they
We're called, whose duty it was to cap
ture escaped prisoners and runaway
negroes, and anybody else who was
out doors after 9 O'Clock at night
without a pass from the authorities.
We were constantly running into
these guards, and had many very mar
row escapes from them. Neverthe-
less, we eIuded them all. having only
few adventures and went on. cross
ing rivers and passing through towns
in the night time The weather was
cold and RAINY. But for the food
given Us by the negroes we should
have been unable to travel so far. Il
was. indeed. wonderful march. In
order not TO pass through Asheville.
y. G, or the Cherokee country, which
were peculiarly hazardous. we went
250 miles out Of the way and took in
Cowpens, the old historical ground.
having Asheville and the Smoky
Mountains on the one hand and Cher
okee country on the other, Finally
We reached Marion. our objective
point, and thence easily made our wav
to the Blue Ridge.
The first white friend we met was
Isaac English. a scout who was re-
cruiting for Kinks First Tennessee
Cavalry. He told Us Of society cali