Our instructions were simply to try and find out all we could about the Yankees, and report all movements.
One dark, rainy evening, while out as a scout, and, after traveling all day, I was returning from the Yankee outposts at Atlanta, and had captured a Yankee prisoner, who I then had under my charge, and whom I afterwards carried and delivered to General Hood.

He was a considerable muggins, and a great coward, in fact, a Yankee deserter.

I soon found out that there was no harm in him, as he was tired of war anyhow, and was anxious to go to prison.

We went into an old log cabin near the road until the rain would be over.

I was standing in the cabin door looking at the rain drops fall off the house and make little bubbles in the drip, and listening to the pattering on the clapboard roof, when happening to look up, not fifty yards off, I discovered a regiment of Yankee cavalry approaching.