er who had his
home in one of the gaps.

"'Well,' continued the Captain, 'I only give it as I heard it. The old
man talked Union awhile, said he tried to be all right, but that his
sons had run off with the Rebels; and he hemmed and hawed about his
being all right until the Captain, who had been spitting fips a long
time, got tired, especially after what the Corporal had said.

"'Well, my old brother patriot,' said the Captain, bending forward in
his chair, and putting on a stern look, 'it don't look exactly right.'

"'How! What! gentlemen officers,' said the old Rebel, pretending, as he
raised his hand to his ear, not to hear the Captain.

"The Captain repeated it louder in his gruff voice, and with a few more
airs.

"'Why, gentlemen officers?' said the old man, rising, half bowing, and
looking about, ready to do anything.

"'You know as well as we do,' said the Captain; 'that you wouldn't let
two of your neighbors be this long in the house without offering them
something to drink. Now, my old friend, as you say you're all right,
we're neighbors in a good cause, and one neighborly act deserves
another; you might be wanting to have your property protected, or to go
to the Ferry, or to send something, and you could hardly get a pass
without a Major-General having something to do with it.'

"At this last the old fellow's face brightened up somewhat.

"'I'll lose a right smart lot of crops,' said the old man, drawing his
chair close to the Captain in a half begging, confidential sort of a
way, 'if I don't get to the Ferry this fall. They're stored up there,
and I want to go up and show them I am a Union man all right. George,'
turning to the darkie, who, cap in hand, stood at the door, 'strike a
light and get the waiter, and three glasses, and bring up some of the
old apple in a pitcher. Be careful not to spill any. Liquor is mighty
scarce,' continued he, turning to us, 'in these parts since the war.
This 'ere I've saved over by hard squeezin'. It was stilled seven years
ago this fall--the fall apples were so plenty.'

"George had the tallow-dip, a rusty waiter, three small old-fashioned
blue glass tumblers, and a pitcher with the handle knocked off, on the
table in good time. We closed around it with our chairs, and the Captain
filled the glasses, and rising, gave for the first round 'The old
Union.' Our glasses were emptied; the old man had but sipped of his.

"'My old friend, you fought in 1812, you say, and