Vincent, therefore, felt confident that the anxiety that would be felt at home, when they learned that he was among the missing at the battle of Antietam, would be relieved.
He was fairly supplied with money.

He had, indeed, had several hundred dollars with him at the time he was captured; but these were entirely in Confederate notes, for which he got but half their value in Northern paper at Alexandria.

He himself found the rations supplied in the prison ample, and was able to aid any of his fellow-prisoners in purchasing clothes to replace the rags they wore when captured.
One day Vincent strolled down as usual toward the gate, where, under the eye of the guard, a row of men and women, principally negroes and negresses, were sitting on the ground with their baskets in front of them containing tobacco, pipes, fruit, cakes, needles and thread, buttons, and a variety of other articles in demand, while a number of prisoners were bargaining and joking with them.

Presently his eye fell upon a negro before whom was a great pile of watermelons.

He started as he did so, for he at once recognized the well-known face of Dan.