He begged of my mother to take [care] of and conceal him as he had been taken prisoner and paroled, but had broken his parole, and if taken now he feared he should inevitably be hanged. My mother thereupon muffled his face so as to conceal his beard and put on his head one of her own night caps so as to pass him off as a woman if the enemy came - saying she would in that event say he was a sick female. None of the enemy however came, and next day he was taken away in a horse litter the ball having been extracted by the surgeon of the regiment on the same day the wound was received. His blood flowed so profusely that it passed thro' the straw bed and ran across the floor, sixteen feet or more. When he went away they took a coverlid to form a litter and a pillow for his head. We heard no more of him until about six months after peace when a stranger carrying a bundle called

at our house about dinner time. My father invited him to take dinner, which he did. During dinner he eyed my mother in a way that disconcerted her. She coloured_ he smiled. After dinner was over he opened the bundle and approached mother who alarmed ran for protection behind my father, fearing he intended some injury. He [then] said, "these things are yours". She said, "they are not. Keep them away! _ I'll have none of your things!" He then said to my father, "don't you remember the soldier that was shot through the body, and was all night in your house? I am he. Your wife, I think, saved me, and I feel towards her as though she were my mother"!