the officers in charge of us say that they intended to march us across to the other road, and take us back to Andersonville.  We concluded we would take a heavy risk on our lives rather than return there.  By stinting ourselves we had got a little meal ahead, which we thought we would bake up for the journey, but our appetites got the better of us, and we ate it all up before starting.  We were camped in the woods then, with no Stockade—­only a line of guards around us.  We thought that by a little strategy and boldness we could pass these.  We determined to try.  Clipson was to go to the right, Hommat in the center, and myself to the left.  We all slipped through, without a shot.  Our rendezvous was to be the center of a small swamp, through which flowed a small stream that supplied the prisoners with water.  Hommat and I got together soon after passing the guard lines, and we began signaling for Clipson.  We laid down by a large log that lay across the stream, and submerged our limbs and part of our bodies in the water, the better to screen ourselves from observation.  Pretty soon a Johnny came along with a bunch of turnip tops, that he was taking up to the camp to trade to the prisoners.  As he passed over the log I could have caught him by the leg, which I intended to do if he saw us, but he passed along, heedless of those concealed under his very feet, which saved him a ducking at least, for we were resolved to drown him if he discovered us.  Waiting here a little longer we left our lurking place and made a circuit of the edge of the swamp, still signaling for Clipson.  But we could find nothing of him, and at last had to give him up.

We were now between Thomasville and the camp, and as Thomasville was the end of the railroad, the woods were full of Rebels waiting transportation, and we approached the road carefully, supposing that it was guarded to keep their own men from going to town.  We crawled up to the road, but seeing no one, started across it.  At that moment a guard about thirty yards to our left, who evidently supposed that we were Rebels, sang out: 

“Whar ye gwine to thar boys?”

I answered: 

“Jest a-gwine out here a little ways.”

Frank whispered me to run, but I said, “No; wait till he halts us, and then run.”  He walked up to where we had crossed his beat—­looked after us a few minutes, and then, to our great relief, walked back to his post.  After much trouble we succeeded in getting through all the troops, and started fairly on our way.  We tried to shape our course toward Florida.  The country was very swampy, the night rainy and dark, no stars were out to guide us, and we made such poor progress that when daylight came we were only eight miles from our starting place, and close to a road leading from Thomasville to Monticello.  Finding a large turnip patch, we filled our pockets, and then hunted a place to lie concealed in during the day.  We selected a thicket in the center of a large pasture.  We crawled into this and laid down.  Some negros passed close to us, going to their work in an adjoining field.  They had a bucket of victuals with them for dinner, which they hung on the fence in such a way that we could have easily stolen it without detection.  The temptation to hungry men was very great, but we concluded that it was best and safest to let it alone.