The conductor called around every now and then, especially if you were asleep, to look at your ticket, and every now and then a captain and a detail of three soldiers would want to look at your furlough.

I thought before I got to Selma, Alabama, that I wished the ticket and furlough both were in the bottom of the ocean, and myself back in camp.

Everywhere I went someone wanted to see my furlough.

Before I got my furlough, I thought it sounded big.

Furlough was a war word, and I did not comprehend its meaning until I got one.