"I'm on'y a gal, with medicine fur my mammy, an' I'm powerful anxious ter git home." "No, ye can't git out heah.

Orders are strict; besides, ef ye did the Yankees 'd cotch ye.

They're jest out thar." She became aware that there were heavy lines of men lying near, and fearing to say another word, she turned and rode away to the left.

She became entangled with a cavalry company moving toward the extreme Union right, and riding with it several hundred yards, turned off into a convenient grove just as the light began to be sufficient to distinguish her from a trooper.

She was now, she was sure, outside of the Rebel lines, but she had gone far to the south, where the two lines were wide apart.