clear to town with it unhooked." The
Confederate had been discharged at the surrender, and I was
on my way to Texas, to serve another year, hunting Indians.
I left them very happy, and as I went out of their door she
wrapped his empty sleeve around her waist, drew the children
up to her, and said, "Mr. Yankee, may you always be very
happy."

CHAPTER XIII.

The Female Smuggler Episode Makes Me Famous--I am Sent Forth
in Women's Clothes--My Interview with the Bad Corporal--A
Fist Fight--The Rebellion is Put Down Once More--I Reveal My
Identity.

It was not twenty-four hours before the news spread all over my
regiment, as well as several other regiments, that a certain corporal
had captured a female smuggler, while on picket, had searched her on the
spot and found a large quantity of quinine and other articles contraband
of war, and there was a general desire to look upon the features of a
man, not a commissioned officer who had gall enough to search a female
rebel, from top to toe, without orders from the commanding officer, and
I was constantly being visited by curiosity-seekers, who wanted to know
all about it. Of course it was not known that I had been ordered to do
as I did, and they all wondered why I was not made an example of; and
many privates, corporals and sergeants wondered if they would get out
of it so easily if they should do as I did. There were a great many
women passing through the lines, and I am sure many soldiers decided
that the first woman who attempted to pass through would get searched.
It was talked among the men, and for a day or two a lady would certainly
have stood a poor show to have rode up to a picket post with a pass to
go outside. The soldiers had so long been away from female society
that it would have been a picnic for them to have captured a suspicious
looking woman who was pretty. I was pointed out, down town, as the
man who captured the woman loaded with quinine, and women with rebel
tendencies would look at me as though I was a bold, bad man that ought
to be killed, and they acted as though they would like to eat me. But
I tried to appear modest, and not as though I had done anything I was
particularly proud of. The next evening the colonel sent for me and said
he had got something for me to do that required nerve. I told him that
my experience in putting down the rebellion had shown me that the whole
thing required nerve. T