e
helped him. I was on the alert, thinking that perhaps Alban would pinion
Tom's arms from behind, and give me a signal to do the same for the
Sergeant, which I could have easily done.

If I had only known what was going on behind me that night, this narrative
would have a different termination. But I did not know Tom Hubbard then,
nor did I know how strongly he was attached to the old flag. I learned all
this afterwards, and learned to appreciate him, for a true-hearted, loyal
man, whose fidelity could always be relied upon, and whose sympathetic
nature was as tender as a woman's. The circumstances which surrounded him,
compelled him to assume an allegiance to the Confederacy that his loyal
soul revolted at. And there is no man North or South that I would give
more to see to-day than this same eccentric TOM HUBBARD.

CHAPTER XVIII.

IN PRISON AGAIN.

We arrived at the house of CAPTAIN SANDERSON about ten o'clock that night,
and were treated by him like gentlemen. Late as it was, after placing us
in an out-house, in which was a weaver's loom, he brought us a good lunch,
and gave us every possible privilege he could.

We were strictly guarded, but were made to feel our captivity as little as
possible.

We were allowed to go down to a stream near the house the next day, and
wash our clothes, which we had worn nearly a month, and the captain, in
every way, treated us more like guests than prisoners.

Captain Sanderson was in command of a company of home guards, and had
never seen active service. He was a well-to-do farmer, and most of his
command were his neighbor's sons, who, like himself, did not care to go
into the regular service, and most of them were strongly tinctured with
Union sentiments. I don't think he was a very bitter Confederate himself.

The next afternoon, after having washed and dried our clothes and took a
good bath in the stream near by, we were started under guard for FRANKLIN.
We walked about three miles, when we stopped at the house of a Union man
named Johnson, and whose son had joined Captain Sanderson's company of
home guards to save conscription, and who was detailed as one of our
guard.

They filled our haversacks with choice fruit, and Captain Lyons, of the
1st Georgia Regiment, whom we met there, loaned me a horse to ride. Our
guard the first day was Lieutenant R. N. Leatherwood, Sergeant Dick
Hancock, and D. J. Johnson. We found by talking to Mr. Johnson that he was
a Union