At a late hour he called the provost marshal.
"Meehan," said he, "take this dangerous young rebel round to the hotel, register him as Smith, Brown, or something, and send him with a pass up the river by the first steamer." I was in luck, was I not?
But I made no impression on those girls.

Many years after, meeting Mamie Dana, as the wife of an army officer at Fortress Monroe, I related the Memphis incident.

She did not in the least recall it.
V I had one other adventure during the war that may be worth telling.

It was in 1862.

Forrest took it into his inexperienced fighting head to make a cavalry attack upon a Federal stockade, and, repulsed with considerable loss, the command had to disperse--there were not more than two hundred of us--in order to escape capture by the newly-arrived reinforcements that swarmed about.