When nearly day, I saw the bright and beautiful star in the east rise above the tree tops, and the gray fog from off the river begun to rise, and every now and then could hear a far off chicken crow.
While I was looking toward the Yankee line, I saw a man riding leisurely along on horseback, and singing a sort of humdrum tune.

I took him to be some old citizen.

He rode on down the road toward me, and when he had approached, "Who goes there ?" He immediately answered, "A friend." I thought that I recognized the voice in the darkness--and said I, "Who are you ?" He spoke up, and gave me his name.

Then, said I, "Advance, friend, but you are my prisoner." He rode on toward me, and I soon saw that it was Mr.Mumford Smith, the old sheriff of Maury county.

I was very glad to see him, and as soon as the relief guard came, I went back to camp with him.