L. P. Brockett, The camp, the battlefield, and the hospital: or, lights and shadows of the great rebellion

Thompson, being very drunk, left me, taking the goods he stole. Two citizens came up shortly and told me to turn round, and stop all night at Isaac Ivy's, 1st District, Williamson county. There we took the remainder of the goods into the house. At three o'clock in the morning a negro woman came and knocked at the door.

Mr. Ivy says, “ what do you want?”

“A soldier is down at the creek, and wants to know where his prisoner is,” was the reply.

“ What has he done with the goods he took from that man?”

“ He has left them at our house, and has just started up the creek as I came up.”

“ That will do. Go on.”

I was awake, and tried to make my escape, asking Mr. Ivy if he had a couple of saddles to loan me. He said he had; and I borrowed from him seven dollars, as Thompson took all my money (fifty dollars in Georgia currency.) He (Ivy) then told me the route I should take-going a few miles toward Franklin, and then turn toward my home in Nashville. Taking Ivy's advice, we proceeded on our way toward Franklin. About eight miles from Franklin, four guerrillas came up to me and fired two pistols. “ Halt!” said they; “you want to make your way to the Yankees. We have a notion to kill you, any way.”

They then ordered me to turn, which I did,two going behind whipping the mules, and hooting and hallooing at a great rate. We then turned back to Ivy's. When we got there, I said:

“Where is Thompson, my guard, who told me to go on?”

“ He was here early this morning, and has gone to the hill hunting you, after borrowing my shot gun,” was the answer.

Some conversation ensued between the parties, when Ivy wrote a note to General Van Dorn and gave it to Thompson. Ivy then gave us our equipage, and we went toward Spring Hill On the way we met, on