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CHAPTER VIII. 
THE NEGRO CABIN. 
The fugitives waited under the trees long 
after the sound of the retreating footsteps 
had died away. They were not sure that this 
retreat might not he designed to draw them 
from their hiding place. At last they crept 
cautiously from under the thicket, aud fol¬ 
lowed the trail back to the log. Sol led the 
way with his loug knife drawn and ready. 
He could not help kicking the hated dog as 
they passed him. Uncle Nathan brought up 
the rear with his musket on his arm. At the 
log Sol left the others to follow the prison 
squad alone. lie seemed to have the instinct 
ot a hound, for be struck directly into the 
trail. In half an hour he returned with the 
joyful news that Bill and the soldiers had 
surely gone hack. 
“Come" he said pointing over the log “les 
go git supper. ” 
John was weak and tired. Ilis leg troubled 
him exceedingly. Even Uncle Nathan began 
to show signs of fatigue. They gladly fol¬ 
lowed Sol as he pushed off in the directiou 
that the old negro had taken. A short walk 
brought them to a brook into which Sol delib¬ 
erately walked. The others followed him, 
and together they waded against the current. 
“ Fro* udder dorg off de track." said Sol 
shortly. The others said nothing. They had 
resigned the leadership to the negro. 
At a distance of a few hundred yards from 
the place where they entered the brook, the 
water suddenly spread out. forming a wide, 
shallow pond, Through this they' waded, 
splashing through the shining water, coming 
out at last under a thick grove. Following 
Sol still, they passed on through the trees, 
over a meadow, up a sand hill, through a 
small corn-lield, and halted at last before a 
little log cabin with a mud and stick chimney 
built at one end. 
Sol stepped forward and gave three sharp 
raps at the door. In a moment the door part¬ 
ly opened and a white head thrust itself out. 
“ Is dat youse, Solemonf' The voice was 
one that the fugitives remembered. 
“ Yes, l*s here," said Sol. “ Opcude do’.” 
But the slight opening did not grow any 
wider. The old man wished to settle all ques¬ 
tions concerning that l \dorg” before he pre¬ 
sented his visitors with the freedom of his 
cabin. 
4 ‘Has youse killed dat dorg?” he asked with 
a tremor in his voice. “ Ef he come .snutlin’ 
roun’ yer' hits sho’ def fo" de hull gang.” 
44 1 reckon he’s dead sho* hiuff. ’Pears like 
he neber vote again," answered Sol as he 
pushed against the door. 
44 Is yo’ po'/ul sho'?” urged the old man. 
Uncle Nathan came to the rescue. 
44 He’s jest as dead's a door nail. I’ll war¬ 
rant ye he won’t do no more runnin 1 ,” he said 
in his most assuring tone. 
•‘Bat’s all right! Bat’s all right!” apolo¬ 
gized the old man as he hastily opened the 
door and moved aside to make room for them 
to enter. 44 1 is po'ful glad ferter bar it. I 
wouldn’t have dat. dorg snuffin' roun’ yer for 
nuffin ’tall.” 
The three men passed into the room. Sol 
closed the door and fastened it securely with a 
stout stick. The two white meu looked about 
them with curious eyes. There was no tight 
save that which came from a low lire in the 
chimney place. This light was nearly ob¬ 
scured by the forms of tw o negro women who 
knelt before it stirring the contents of several 
dishes that, were cooking over the fire. The 
supper thus bei ug prepared sent up a most deli¬ 
cious odor of fried meat aud coffee. The iwo 
women at last moved away from their posi¬ 
tion in front of the fire, and the unobstructed 
light enabled the fugitives to view the room. 
The place was bare and rude, yet the light 
burst bravely out and did its best with (ho 
rough picture. It was a common negro’s 
cabin—the home of slavery,—yet it seemed 
the most like home of anytbiug the two white 
men had seen for years. They felt that they 
were Among friends who would die for them 
if necessary, aud never ask for a nobler death. 
The great blindness of friendship aud love 
will cover up many an imperfection thut 
would seem bare enough iu the house of a 
stranger. 
The room was small and low. There was 
no plastering upon the walls, only the rough 
lggs. The thin coating of whitewash that hud 
once done its best to add respectability to the 
logs had about given up the contest. It was 
discolored aud rubbed aud in many places 
the original color of the logs grinned through 
its feebleness. The fioor was full of great 
cracks along whose edges barbarous splin¬ 
ters watched savagely for bare footed pedes¬ 
trians. In one corner a board bad brok¬ 
en in, aud a wooden bench guarded the foot- 
trap but poorly. The small windows wore 
covered with wooden shutters, and the crack 
under the door was carefully covered with an 
old coat. The only circulat ion of air was that 
which entered at the cracks in the lloor and 
found an exit through the chimney. The 
furniture was simple enough. Three chairs 
scattered about the room, a small table and a 
bed made up the movable articles. A shelf 
for cooking utensils aud dishes was fastened 
to the wall near the fire. It was nearly 
empty, for most of the dishes had been placed 
on the table which stood iu the middle of the 
room. A sheet had been spread on the table 
and the various tin dishes aud cups placed 
Upon it in preparation for the meal. The 
light daueed out from the fire over the shin¬ 
ing dishes, and darted up on the dull walls. 
Like a brave friend it made rhe best parts of 
the whitewash seem lighter, and kept entirely 
away from the bare places. It. danced ahead 
of the old negro’s hare feet aud showed him 
the long splinters iu the floor. 
Uncle Nathan placed bis musket behind the 
door and gazed about him with a satisfaction 
that was not in the least dampened by the 
odor arising from the cooking. The women, 
Sol’s mother aud sister, ducked their heads to 
the new comers and then went back to their 
cooking, again shutting out the greater part 
of the light. The lx'sfc reception they could 
possibly give lay in the dishes they watched 
so carefully. 
The old negro hastened to do the honors. 
He and Sol brought chairs for Uncle Nathan 
and John and the tired men sat down at last 
with a great feeling of security. Sol brought 
water aud bathed John’s wounded leg aud 
placed the bandage securely. The old man 
hovered about, muttering and whispering his 
pleasure at being able to do something for 
Massa Linkum’s men This was the great 
event of his life and he meunt to make the 
most of it. At last the women brought their 
paus to the table ami poured the supper into 
the tin dishes. Uncle Nathan and John 
watched with hungry eyes. There was but 
little ehauee for conversation for they all knew 
that a single loud word might betray them. 
The women with a motion of the hand indi¬ 
cated The fact that supper was served and 
Sol and his father pushed the chairs up to the 
table aud then stood respectfully behind their 
guests. Uncle Nathan motioned Sol to bring 
a third chair to the table and take a seat with 
them, but the young man shook his head. He 
knew, or rather felt his place. 
Aud Uncle Nathan, with a sweet memory 
of home in his heart, bowed his head for a mo¬ 
ment over the table iu thankfulness. The 
firelight flashed out over them. Over the 
grizzled soldier who had fought so savagely, 
over the young hero who had felt the letter 
over his heart throb un answer to the prayer, 
over the worn old slave, Childish aud feeble, 
over the lion-like black soldier and the women, 
all thankful though they kuew not what the 
future might be. 
No one can tell how the two soldiers enjoyed 
that supper. The fried chicken,the baked pota¬ 
toes, the coffee, the corn-bread and the fried 
pork seemed most delicious after the long ses¬ 
sion of prison food. The old negro brought a 
pine knot from the fire and held it over them 
for a light. He muttered a few words of ex¬ 
planation as the meal proceeded. The coffee 
was such a great luxury thut he felt called 
upon to expatiate upon its merits. 
“Dat fir's sho 1 ’null' eoffy, dat is,” he said, 
as he held the torch for Uncle Nathan to fill 
the tin cup. “ Soleman bruug dat eoffy from 
way up yunder. We’s been bilin’ corn an' all 
dat, but dis yer sho”nuff eoffy is worf a heap 
ob corn. Hit’s po’ful strong, au’ one pinch 
will build up dis yer play eoffy mightily.” 
After the supper a short council of war was 
held. The four men talked in whispers while 
the women listened iu the corner, it was at 
lastdecided to trust to Hoi’s guidance and make 
an effort to reach Sherman’s army. They de¬ 
cided to start before daybreak and, by a 
forced march, reach a place where they might 
rest in safety. They were to trust everything 
to Sol. This plan decided upon, the two 
white meu lay down upon the bed to secure a 
short rest. Sol aud his father, with the slee[>- 
lessuess of the negro, watched through the 
night, with the musket aud the revolver close 
at hand. How easily they could have secured 
their guests and turned them over to the 
prison guards. Many a white man would 
have done it, but these poor negroes, fearful 
and ignorant, still felt that these meu had 
come to free them, uud they would gladly 
have died in defending their guests. 
It was still dusk when Hoi touched the 
sleepers. 
“ Time fo’ startin’ boss,” he whispered as 
the tired men opened their eyes. 
Breakfast was waiting them, aud the three 
men—J3ol joined them this time—made a 
hasty meal. The old man and his family 
probably went on short rations for some time 
to pay for this eollatiou, hut they were will¬ 
ing to fast iu a good cause. With a whis¬ 
pered 44 good-bye” the soldiers prepared to go. 
They were glad to shake bauds with all the 
members of the family. The old man laid his 
thin hand on Hoi’s broad shoulder. 
“Holemon,” he said. “You wants ter be a 
good boy an’ fite de ties' yo’ knows fo’ ole 
Massa Linkum. Done yo’ neber do nuffin 
agin him. Hit don't make no odds about us 
down yer. We’s mighty nigh fit out enybow, 
I reckon. Bey kin kill de ole man but dey 
can’t neber break down dis yer ole flag. 
’Pears like 1 want to see dat ole flag ouct mo’. 
Bone yo’ either make me an’ yo’ ole mammy 
ashamed oh youse, Holemon. You is a good 
boy, au’ l specks you kin do a heap of good ef 
you try.” 
The old slave patted his boy proudly aud 
the old mammy kissed her son. The two 
white men watched this farewell. What 
white man with the spirit of chivalry bred 
into him for ages could have spoken nobler 
words than those which came to the lips of 
this worn old slave? What, mother, proud of 
her honored name, could have blessed her boy 
as did this wrinkled, old, black woman ? There 
is a proud feeling that cheers the heart when 
we send our loved ones out to fight for a cause 
that may send them back laden with honor 
and glory. How about this old slave who sent 
her boy to 6ght for a cause that bestowed no 
honor, uo glory, upon such as her sou? 
Uncle Nathan uotieed the old slaves’s shak¬ 
ing hand. He whispered hurriedly to John. 
"Jest gimme that flag, will ye?” 
John handed him the rude emblem, and 
Uncle Nathan thrust it into the old slave’s 
hand. 
“Thet’s feryou, ole man. Thet goes to the 
man that shows the best grit, an’ I’ll be 
darned if that mau ain’t you, if ye be a 
nigger.” 
The negro clutched at the flag quickly. 
“Tanky, boss,” he said. “I alius keep dat. 
I tink a heap o’ dat.” 
The three meu passed out iuto the morning. 
They crept through the corn, over the meadow 
and into the forest. The day was spent at a 
negro’s cabin, and at night the/ pressed on 
again. Slowly, uuder the guidance of Hoi, 
they threaded their way through the country. 
Slowly they pushed on to the North, till oue 
day, around a betid iu the road, they caught 
a glimpse of a Union flag waving over a mass 
of blue uniforms. They were saved. 
Sherman needed men, and so the}' shoul¬ 
dered muskets again and went marching in 
triumph on to the sea. Uncle Nathan wrote 
home, but John could uot send Archie’s letter; 
he felt that he must carry that to Nellie him¬ 
self. (To be continued,) 
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