During the night we came to the railroad bridge across the Ogeechee.

We had some slender hope that, if we could reach this we might perhaps get across the river, and find better opportunities for escape.

But these last expectations were blasted by the discovery that it was guarded.

There was a post and a fire on the shore next us, and a single guard with a lantern was stationed on one of the middle spans.

Almost famished with hunger, and so weary and footsore that we could scarcely move another step, we went back to a cleared place on the high ground, and laid down to sleep, entirely reckless as to what became of us.