I'm sartin to git the information thet Gineral Rosy wants, but whether I kin git hit back ter him is ruther dubersome.

I must hev 'some help.

Will ye jine in with me ?" "But how am I to know that all this is as you say ?" "By readin' these 'ere passes, all signed by Gineral Rosencrans's own hand, or by takin' a walk with me up ter headquarters, whar they'll tell ye thet I'm all right, an' ez straight ez a string." "But how can I do what you want?
I know nothing of the country, nor the people, and still less of this kind of service.

I would probably make a blunder that would spoil all." "I'll resk the blunders, ye kin ride critter-back can't ye ?" Rachel owned that she was a pretty fair horse-woman.
"Then all ye hev ter do is ter git yerself up ez ye see the young women who are ridin' 'round heah, an' airly on the day arter to-morrow mornin', mount a blooded mar that ye'll find standin' afore the door thar, all rigged out ez fine ez silk, an' go down the Lavergne turnpike, at a sharp canter, jes ez though ye war gwine somewhar.

Nobody on our lines 'll be likely ter say anything ter ye, but ef they do, ye'll show 'em a pass from Gineral Rosy, which, howsoever, ye 'll tar up afore ye reach Lavergne, fur ye 'll likely find some o' t' other folks thar.