One instance of A successful escape—­the adventures of Sergeant Walter
Hartsough, of company K, sixteenth Illinois cavalry—­he gets away from
the rebels at Thomasville, and after A toilsome and dangerous journey
of several hundred miles, reaches our lines in Florida.

While I was at Savannah I got hold of a primary geography in possession of one of the prisoners, and securing a fragment of a lead pencil from one comrade, and a sheet of note paper from another, I made a copy of the South Carolina and Georgia sea coast, for the use of Andrews and myself in attempting to escape.  The reader remembers the ill success of all our efforts in that direction.  When we were at Blackshear we still had the map, and intended to make another effort, “as soon as the sign got right.”  One day while we were waiting for this, Walter Hartsough, a Sergeant of Company g, of our battalion, came to me and said: 

“Mc., I wish you’d lend me your map a little while.  I want to make a copy.”

I handed it over to him, and never saw him more, as almost immediately after we were taken out “on parole” and sent to Florence.  I heard from other comrades of the battalion that he had succeeded in getting past the guard line and into the Woods, which was the last they ever heard of him.  Whether starved to death in some swamp, whether torn to pieces by dogs, or killed by the rifles of his pursuers, they knew not.  The reader can judge of my astonishment as well as pleasure, at receiving among the dozens of letters which came to me every day while this account was appearing in the blade, one signed “Walter Hartsough, late of Co.  K, Sixteenth Illinois Cavalry.”  It was like one returned from the grave, and the next mail took a letter to him, inquiring eagerly of his adventures after we separated.  I take pleasure in presenting the reader with his reply, which was only intended as a private communication to myself.  The first part of the letter I omit, as it contains only gossip about our old comrades, which, however interesting to myself, would hardly be so to the general reader.

                                   Genoa, Wayne county, IA.,
                                   May 27, 1879.

Dear Comrade Mc.: 
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I have been living in this town for ten years, running a general store,
under the firm name of Hartsough & Martin, and have been more successful
than I anticipated.

I made my escape from Thomasville, Ga., Dec. 7, 1864, by running the guards, in company with Frank Hommat, of Company M, and a man by the name of Clipson, of the Twenty-First Illinois Infantry.  I had heard