sore places. He ordered his ambulance, in which I was taken to head-
quarters. As I was badly bruised, the surgeon urged me to take
morphine. I was sure of not needing it, but promised to call for it if
needed, and he allowed me to go without it. I found myself too lame to
resume work for a couple of days; then I commenced again moderately,
but carried marks of bruised flesh for a month or more.

About two weeks after this, while investigating a new arrival of a
company of slaves, I learned that some of them were shot by their
pursuing masters, and one woman's babe was instantly killed in its
mother's arms; but the mother succeeded in passing into our lines,
with her dead child in her arms, to be buried, as she said,
"_free_." A woman and a little boy of three years, with dresses
torn with briers to shreds, and feet and limbs swollen and bleeding
with scratches, came in, from whom I was getting her sad history. Two
gentlemen passing by, halted, and said one:

"This looks as if these would have been much better off at their old
homes. Don't you think so?"

"I think this picture shows great effort in escaping from their old
home," I replied,

"Do you live here?"

"I am only a temporary resident here. My home is in Michigan."

"May I ask your name?"

I gave it, and he continued: