e the wind. I stood
for two minutes, watching her, when I was recalled to my senses by the
Irishman, who said:

"Fhat are we to do wid the quinane and the gun caps?" We packed the
smuggled goods in our saddle-bags and elsewhere, and rode back to
headquarters. The colonel and the general were in the colonel's tent,
and I took the "stuff" in and reported all the occurrences.

"But where is the lady?" inquired the general, after reading the letter
and wiping his eyes.

"As we were about to start back," said I, "after taking the smuggled
goods from her, she gave her horse the whip, and rode away. I had no
orders to shoot a woman, and I let her go."

"Thank God," said the general. "That's the best way," said the colonel.
"She will quit smuggling and go to her children."

*Eighteen months after the lady rode away from me, "leaving"
her quinine, I was in New Orleans, to be mustered in as
Second Lieutenant, having received a commsssion. I had
bought me a fine uniform, and thought I was about as cunning
a looking officer as ever was. I was walking on Canal
street, looking in the windows, and finally went into a
store to buy some collars. A gentleman came in with a gray
uniform on, and one sleeve empty. He was evidently a
Confederate officer. He asked me if I did not belong to a
certain cavalry regiment, and if my name was not so and so.
I told him he was correct. He told me there was a lady in an
adjoining store that wanted to see me. I did not know a
soul, that is, a female soul, in New Orleans, but I went
with him. Any lady that wanted to see me, in my new uniform,
could see me. As we entered the store a lady left two little
girls and rushed up to me, threw her arms around my neck and
--(say, does a fellow have to tell everything, when he writes
a war history?) Well, she was awfully tickled to see me, and
she was my smuggler, the Confederate was her husband, and
the children were hers. The officer was as tickled as she
was, and they compelled me to go to their house to dinner,
and I enjoyed it very much. We talked over the arrest of the
"female smuggler," and she said to her husband, "Pa, it
was an awfully embarrassing situation for me and this
Yankee, but he treated me like a lady, and the only thing I
have to find fault about, is that he forgot to help me hook
up my dress, and I rode