"Well," I assented, "furnish me with the bearings of the country, and direct me to the colonel's camp, and I will do my best to reach there."
Accordingly, the major furnished me with all the necessary instructions, and I started alone on my errand.
It was my acquired habit never to travel along any beaten path or open trail, but rather to give such road a wide berth, and take the chances of the open country. I observed my invariable custom on this occasion, merely keeping in view the bearings of the position I was steering for. I started from Major Bryant's post about sunrise, and reached the colonel's headquarters at nightfall the following day. I passed through the camp without seeing it; but the sound of a bugle falling on my ear, I tacked about, and finally alighted upon it.
As I rode up I was hailed by a sentinel—
"Who come dere?"
"An express."
"Vat you vant in dish camp?"
"I wish to see Colonel Jessup. Call the officer of the guard."
"Vat for you come from dat way vere ish de Schimynoles?"
"Call your officer of the guard," said I, impatiently.
The officer of the guard at length appeared.
"What are you here again for?" he inquired of me.
"I wish to see the commanding officer," I replied.
"Yes, you are always wishing to see the commanding officer," he said; "but he will not be troubled with you much longer; he will soon commence hanging you all."
"I demand to be shown to the commanding officer, sir," I reiterated.
"Who are you, then?"
"I am the bearer of despatches."
"Give them to me."
"I was not instructed to give them to you. I shall not do it, sir."
"I believe you came from the Seminoles; you came from that direction."
"You believe wrong, sir. Will you show me to Colonel Jessup, or will you not?"
