. Battling for Atlanta . e, laughed theguard, as he blew the smoke out of his gun amidthe oaths and execrations of ten thousand voices. Can these guards be men, or are they demons?asked Darling. The real demons are in Richmond, answeredFred, with compressed lips. Turning away from this pitiful spectacle, Fredand Darling were startled by a sudden cry ofmingled surprise and joy, and a man with long,grizzled hair and beard, a parchment-like skin drawnover his bones, and deep-set eyes that seemed toburn like coals of fire in his head, rushed up andseized each of them by the hand. Fred looked long
. Battling for Atlanta . e, laughed theguard, as he blew the smoke out of his gun amidthe oaths and execrations of ten thousand voices. Can these guards be men, or are they demons?asked Darling. The real demons are in Richmond, answeredFred, with compressed lips. Turning away from this pitiful spectacle, Fredand Darling were startled by a sudden cry ofmingled surprise and joy, and a man with long,grizzled hair and beard, a parchment-like skin drawnover his bones, and deep-set eyes that seemed toburn like coals of fire in his head, rushed up andseized each of them by the hand. Fred looked long and earnestly in his face, andthen he had his arms around him, crying: Smith!Smith! Its John Smith! Yes, answered the old man, its JohnSmith, of ole Kentuck. Oh, Captain, I kin dienow I hev set eyes on yer once mo. Then dropping Freds hand, he stepped backand groaned: OGod! O God! What war Isayin? Glad to seeyerheah? Oh, no, no! Cap-tain, how did yer ever cum heah in this hellhole? Hush! exclaimed Fred; dont call me cap-. DON T shoot; DON T SHOOT! HE IS CRAZY ANDERSON VIL LE. 19 7 tain; call me Fred. But tell me what has hap-pened to you since that night we parted on Pigeon^Mountain, before the battle of Chickamauga. Thar is not much to tell, answered before I reached Negleys lines that morninI run plump onto a party of rebs. I cut for it, buta ball thro the ankle brought me down, an I wara prisoner. I war first taken to Libby, then BelleIsle, then Salisbury, and last April I war broughtheah. Thats all. Dick, I see you got away; didyou git thro all right? I got through, but was sorely wounded. Thecaptain and I have had many a talk about you, andwondered what became of you. We missed , and for months never went on a scout with-out wishing you were with us. That we did, responded Fred; but, my oldcomrade, how you must have suffered. It does not matter much, Captain. You knowI am only John Smith, John Smith of ole Kentuck;but you, Captain, you—oh, how I hate
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