Crenshaw--that was the name of the cotton buyer--showed his pass to the officer in command, who then turned to me.

"Captain," I said, "I have no pass, but I am a nephew of Mrs.
General Dana.

Can you not pass me in without a pass ?" He was very polite.

It was a chain picket, he said; his orders were very strict, and so on.
"Well," I said, "suppose I were a member of your own command and were run in here by guerillas.

What do you think would it be your duty to do ?" "In that case," he answered, "I should send you to headquarters with a guard." "Good!" said I."Can't you send me to headquarters with a guard ?" He thought a moment.