ne, and proposed that as soon as it
was dark we should hunt up this free negro, and try and get help.

Soon after dark, we all started and walked two miles to the little village
of Greenwood. Thinking by the directions given, that we were nearing the
house, Hock and Winner lay down in the corner of the fence to wait until I
could find this place of refuge, and, if possible, bring them something to
eat.

CHAPTER XIV.

ASSAILED BY A DOG--SCARING A NEGRO--FREE MITCHELL--HE DARE NOT LET ME INTO
HIS YARD ON ACCOUNT OF A YANKEE SCHOOLMASTER WHO KEPT BLOOD
HOUNDS--FLANKING THE HOUNDS--MEETING CAPTAIN ALBAN--LOSING MY FORMER
COMPANIONS I START OUT WITH HIM.

I walked part way into town trying not to attract attention, when a large
dog came bristling up, and acted as if he would like a piece of me; but
his master, who was a negro, gruffly called him back, and just then coming
to the railroad, I turned up the track and walked rapidly for half a mile
to get out of the village. I soon came to the place where the road crossed
the railroad, and thought I would wait until my companions came up. I had
told them that if I was not back in an hour to go on and leave me; for, if
nothing happened, I would be back within that time with something for them
to eat; and if I was not back they might make up their minds that I was
recaptured, or something had occurred to prevent me getting back.

When I parted from them, Captain Hock, with his usual thoughtfulness and
generosity, took out his pocket book and divided the contents with me,
saying I might need more than he would. I sat down in the shadow of a
large pine tree that stood close to the road, and, after about half an
hour, I heard someone approaching from the direction of the village; and
thinking it might be my companions, I waited until a large negro came up.
Just as he passed me, I stepped up behind him and touched him on the
shoulder, at the same time saying, "hello!" I think that negro jumped two
feet straight up, when I thus abruptly saluted him. As soon as he could
speak, he said, "Golly, massa, how you skeered me!"

I asked him where he was going, and he said he "done got a pass from de
massa to go see his wife, about two miles up de road."

"Well," said I, "then you go past Free Mitchell's, don't you?"

"No, not zacly; but I go right near."

"Well, Uncle," said I, "I am going to Free Mitchell's, and if you show me
to his house, here is a dollar for you."

"All