Was not Dana the name of a certain captain, a stepson of Congressman Peaslee, of New Hampshire, who had lived with us at Willard's Hotel--and were there not two children, Charley and Mamie, and a dear little mother, and--I had been listening to the talk of the newcomer.

He was a licensed cotton buyer with a pass to come and go at will through the lines, and was returning next day.
"I want to get into Memphis--I am a nephew of Mrs.General Dana.

Can you take me in ?" I said to this person.
After some hesitation he consented to try, it being agreed that my mount and outfit should be his if he got me through; no trade if he failed.
Clearly the way ahead was brightening.

I soon ascertained that I was with friends, loyal Confederates.

Then I told them who I was, and all became excitement for the next day's adventure.
We drove down to the Federal outpost.