his particular friend, sergeant Newton, son of an old Baptist preacher,
and a young fellow, for strength and courage, just about a good match
for Jasper himself.

He was received as usual, with great cordiality by his brother,
to whom he introduced his friend Newton, and spent several days
in the British fort, without giving the least alarm.
On the morning of the third day his brother had some bad news to tell him.

"Aye! what is it?" he asked, "what is it?"

"Why," replied his brother, "here are some ten or a dozen American prisoners,
brought in this morning, as deserters from Savannah, whither they are
to be sent immediately. And from what I can learn, it will be apt
to go hard with them, for it seems they have all taken the king's bounty."

"Let's see 'em," said Jasper, "let's see 'em."

So his brother took him and Newton to see them. And indeed it was
a mournful sight to behold them, where they sat, poor fellows!
all hand-cuffed, on the ground. But all pity of them was forgot,
soon as the eye was turned to a far more doleful sight hard by,
which was a young woman, wife of one of the prisoners, with her child,
a sweet little boy of about five years old. The name of this lady was Jones.
Her humble garb showed her to be poor, but her deep distress,
and sympathy with her unfortunate husband, showed that she was rich
in that pure conjugal love, that is more precious than all gold.

She generally sat on the ground opposite to her husband,
with her little boy leaning on her lap, and her coal black hair