When we arrived at the depot, it was raining.

The officer in charge of us wanted to know what train to put us on, for there were two, if not three, trains waiting orders to start.

He was told to march us on to a certain flat car, near by, but before giving the order he demanded a receipt for us, which the train officer refused.

We were accordingly taken back to our quarters, which proved to be a most fortunate circumstance.
On the 23d day of November, to our great relief, we were called upon to sign a parole preparatory to being sent down the river on the flat-boat to our exchange ships, then lying in the harbor.

When I say we, I mean those of us that had recently come from Macon, and a few others, who had also been fortunate in reaching Savannah in small squads.