"Your Excellency," he continued, "a young Virginian officer has just been fished out of the Mississippi." Davis's eye flashed.

"Good!" he said.

"Look and see if there are many more," and then he added with a touch of melancholy, "The South needs them: fish them all out.

Bring this one here." Eggleston Lee Carey Randolph, still dripping from the waters of the bayou, was led by the faithful negroes who had rescued him before the generals.

Davis, who kept every thread of the vast panorama of the war in his intricate brain, eyed him keenly and directed a few searching questions to him, such as: "Who are you?
Where are you?
What day of the week is it?
How much is nine times twelve ?" and so forth.