I went to the capitol at Nashville, last winter, and McAndrews wanted me to go up in the cupola with him.

He went, and paid a quarter for the privilege.

I stayed, and--well, if I could estimate its value by dollars--I would say two hundred and fifty million dollars is what I made by staying down.
AM ARRESTED The next day, while the ferryboat was crossing the river, I asked the ferryman to let me ride over.

I was halted by a soldier who "knowed" his business.
"Your pass, sir!" "Well, I have no pass!" "Well, sir, I will have to arrest you, and take you before the provost marshal." "Very well, sir; I will go with you to the provost or anywhere else." I appear before the provost marshal.
"What command do you belong to, sir ?" "Well, sir, I belong to Company H, First Tennessee Regiment.

I am a wounded man sent to the hospital." "Well, sir, that's too thin; why did you not get a pass ?" "I did not think one was required." "Give me your name, sir." I gave my name.
"Sergeant, take this name to the hospital and ask if such name is registered on their books." I told him that I knew it was not.