dier uniform of Confederate gray and
ran with it. He managed to hide and save it.

Captain Hudson then demanded the shawl which Davis had thrown over his
shoulders on the damp morning when he was captured.

"You have no right to steal my property," his wife replied indignantly.
"Peace has been declared. The war is over. This is plain robbery."

Hudson called in another file of soldiers.

"Hand out that shawl or I'll take the last rag you have on earth. I'll
pay you for it, if you wish. But I'm going to have it."

Mrs. Davis took the shawl from Mrs. Clay's shoulders and handed it to
the brute.

"At least I may get rid of your odious presence," she cried, "by
complying with your demand."

Hudson took the shawl with a grin and led his men away. Two of his
officers returned in a few minutes and thrust their heads in the
stateroom of Mrs. Davis' sister with whom Mrs. Clay was sitting.

"Gentlemen, this is a ladies' stateroom," said the Senator's wife.

One of them threw the door open violently and growled:

"There are no ladies here!"

"I am quite sure," was the sweet reply, "that there are no gentlemen
present!"

With an oath they passed on. Little tugs filled with vulgar sightseers
steamed around the ship and shouted a continuous stream of insults when
one of the Davis party could be seen.

General Nelson A. Miles, the young officer who had been appointed jailer
of Jefferson Davis and Clement C. Clay boarded the ship and proceeded
without ceremony to give his orders to their wives.

"Will you tell me, General," Mrs. Davis asked, "where my husband is
imprisoned and what his treatment is to be?"

"Not a word," was the short reply.

His manner was so abrupt and boorish she did not press for further news.

Miles ventured some on his own account.

"Jeff Davis announced the assassination of Abraham Lincoln the day
before it happened. I guess he knew all about it--"

The wife bit her lips and suppressed a sharp answer. Her husband's life
was now in this man's hands.

"You are forbidden to buy or read a newspaper," he added curtly, "and
your ship will leave this port under sealed orders."

In vain Davis pleaded that his wife and children might be allowed to go
to Washington or Richmond where they had acquaintances and friends.

"They will return to Savannah," Miles answered, "by the same ship in
which they came and remain in Savannah under military guard."

Jefferson Davis was imprisoned in a casemate o