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biscuit which I had prepared for the occasion. The Sergeant objected to his taking them. I therefore handed him three or four, which he put in his pocket. When they left the house the Sergeant remarked "Give yourselves no uneasiness the br. shall be well taken care of." I looked often them with a sorrowful heart, yet not a little comforted with the conciousness that we were in the path of duty, and I must acknowledge (though it be a weakness) that I was somewhat gratified as they passed through the gate, to see that the prisoner made a much more respectable appearance than his company. When he was gone, the family, as on the preceeding, similar occasion, assembled together and by prayer, committed him to the keeping of the Lord. I will now give you an extract from one of his letters which will show you what he passed through after he left home till he arrived at head quarters. "I was well treated until I crossed the Loosa river, three miles and a half from home, where Mr. Tippon, one of the guard was left in the care of the homes. At this time, the sun was about an hour high. I then had a large chain fastened about my neck by a padlock and the opposite end fastened to a rope tied round the neck of a horse. The distance between my neck and the horse's was probably not over four feet [strike through]] and a half feet. Mr. Tippon rode the horse and I was made to keep up with him in a fast walk. Mr. T. avoided mud holes and rainy places as much as possible; but as it had just rained I was soon wet to my knees. In this way, I walked until I could neither see stumps, stones, logs, nor any unevenness in the road. I frequently came near falling. I told Mr. T. my life was in imminent danger He said he knew it, but he was compelled to obey his orders. Sergeant Cantrell said I ought not to blame them, for they had their positive orders and must obey them. I was soon, however, permitted to ride behind Mr. T. having the chain lengthened a little, but still so short that I rode in a very uneasy position. After riding a mile or two the horse fell backwards into a small hollow. Mr. T. fell on me and the horse on him. The pressure on me, for a time was so great that I could not speak. Help would have come immediately to our assistance had it not been for the struggling of the horse, but soon, one of the company ventured up and turned the horse off from us.