. Capturing a locomotive: a history of secret service in the late war . pot, and it soon sank to rest behind the hillsof Georgia. The time for our perilous attempt drewnear. There was some diversity of opinion among themembers of the party, as revealed by conversationsboth before and after, as to the prospects of most of us felt some solicitude, but were far morehopeful than when we left camp. So many incidentshad occurred substantially as they had been planned,that trust in the foresight of our leader, with the assur-ance that all would come out right, was greatly strength-ened. T
. Capturing a locomotive: a history of secret service in the late war . pot, and it soon sank to rest behind the hillsof Georgia. The time for our perilous attempt drewnear. There was some diversity of opinion among themembers of the party, as revealed by conversationsboth before and after, as to the prospects of most of us felt some solicitude, but were far morehopeful than when we left camp. So many incidentshad occurred substantially as they had been planned,that trust in the foresight of our leader, with the assur-ance that all would come out right, was greatly strength-ened. The first feeling of strangeness which followedour plunge into the enemys country had given way toconfidence in the impenetrability of our mental my own part I scarcely felt a doubt of success. Itseemed to me that a dozen modes of escape were openin the improbable event of failure. I saw the dangerssurrounding us clearly, but none of them now appearedmore formidable than when I first asked Colonel Harristhe piivilege of joining the exj)edition. There were. COMPANIONS AND INCIDENTS. 59 many bridges on the road we passed over, and we couldnot help picturing our return on the morrow and thevengeance we proposed Avreaking on them. Darknessclosed in, and on we went amid the oaths and laughterof the rebels, many of whom were very much intoxi-cated. I procured a seat on the coal-box and gave my-self up to the thoughts suggested by the hour. Therewas now no need of trying to keep up conversation withthose around. Visions of former days and friends—dear friends, both around the camp-fires and the hearthsof home, whom I might never see again—floated beforeme. I also heard much talk of the merits of differentStates and regiments in the contest, and many discus-sions of the conscript law, which was just now cominginto force. The opinion of the greater number of thesoldiers seemed to be that while the provisions of thelaw were right in compelling all to take a part in thebur
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