I thought that I knew the old fellow, and he kept looking at me as if he knew me.

Finally, he said to me: "It seems that I ought to know you." I told him that I reckon he did, as I had been there.
"Ain't your name Sam ?" said he.
"That is what my mother called me." Well, after shaking hands, it suddenly flashed upon me who the old fellow was.

I knew him well.

He told me that he belonged to Captain Ed.

O'Neil's company, Second Tennessee Regiment, General William B.Bate's corps, and that his leg had been shot off at the first battle of Manassas, and at that time he was selling cheap whisky and tobacco for a living at Montgomery, Alabama.