104 WHIP AND SPUR. 



cries of recognition, and a lieutenant of the com 

 pany was kind enough to warn me that I had 

 shown them a stronger inducement than they 

 had hitherto had to make an attack on our po- 

 sition; for, since Frank Moore had captured the 

 horse I rode, they had determined to regain him 

 at any risk. Happily, this laudable wish was 

 never fulfilled, and Max remained, in spite of 

 the devices they may have laid for his recapture. 



During the five months of our stay at this 

 post, we made some hard scouts in a hard coun- 

 try, and we held a good part of West Ten- 

 nessee under strict surveillance, but the most 

 memorable feature of all our scouting was gen- 

 erally the welcome dismounting under the wide 

 eaves of our own house ; not, I hope, that we had 

 grown effeminate, but a week's tramp through 

 the woods of West Tennessee offers little that 

 memory can cherish, and prepares one for a sen- 

 sation on the near approach of comfort. 



But five months of such life is enough, and I 

 was not sorry when the order came that I must 

 go for a soldier again. 



