By the end of the fourth night they found that their six days’ stock of food was exhausted, and their strength almost gone.  Their only hope of food now lay in confiscating a chicken from the vicinity of some farm-house, and eating it raw.  For this purpose they cautiously approached the out-buildings of a farm-house.  Here, while secretly scouting for the desired chicken, they were discovered by a negro.  They had no need to fear him.  There is no case on record of a negro betraying an escaped prisoner into the hands of the enemy.  The sympathy of these dusky captives to slavery could be safely counted upon, and many a fugitive owed to them his safety from recapture.

“Glad to see you, gemmen,” he cried, courteously.  “You’s Yankee off’cers, ’scaped from prison.  It’s all right wid me, gemmen.  Come dis way; you’s got to be looked arter.”

The kindly sympathy of this dusky friend was so evident that they followed him without a thought of treachery.  He led them to his cabin, where a blazing fire in an old-fashioned fireplace quickly restored that sense of the comfort of warmth which they had for days lost.

Several colored people were present, who surrounded and questioned them with the warmest sympathy.  A guard was posted to prevent surprise, and the old mammy of the family hastened to prepare what seemed to them the most delicious meal they had ever tasted.  The corn-bread pones vanished down their throats as fast as she could take them from the hot ashes in which they were baked.  The cabbage, fried in a skillet, tasted like ambrosia.  The meat no game could surpass in flavor, and an additional zest was added to it by their fancy that it had been furnished by the slave-holder’s pantry.  They had partaken of many sumptuous meals, but nothing to equal that set before them on the hospitable table of their dusky hosts.  They were new men, with new courage, when they at length set out again, fully informed as to their route.

On they went through the cold, following the difficult paths which they chose in preference to travelled roads, while the dogs,—­for the peninsula seemed to them to be principally peopled by dogs,—­by their unceasing chorus of barks, right, left, and in front, kept them in a state of nervous exasperation.  Many times did they turn from their course through fear of detection from these vociferous guardians of the night.

On the fifth day they were visited, in their place of concealment, by a snow-storm.  Their suffering from cold now became so intolerable that they could not remain at rest, and they resumed their route about four o’clock.  Two hours they went, and then, to their complete discouragement, found themselves back again at their starting-point, and cold, wet, tired, and hungry into the bargain.

As they stood there, expressing in very plain language their opinion of Dame Fortune, a covered cart approached.  Taking it for granted that the driver was a negro, they hailed him; but to their dismay found that they had halted a white man.