The Yankee sentinels at each end of the bridge were passed without questions, for, early as it was, the carts were coming in with farm produce.

As yet the streets of the town were almost deserted, and the farmer, who, before starting, had tossed a tarpaulin into the back of the cart, said: "Now, pull that over all that stuff, and then anyone that meets us will think that you are taking out bacon and groceries, and such like, for some store way off." This suggestion was carried out, and Camden was soon left behind.

A few carts were met as they drove along.

The farmer knew some of the drivers and pulled up to say a few words to them.

After a twenty-mile drive they stopped at another farm, where their friend's introduction insured them as cordial a welcome as that upon the preceding evening.