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I was returning by a shorter route when I came suddenly on a ``Jessie Scout'' in the narrow lane that led out to Griffith's factory. I had taken the precaution to put around my neck a white handkerchief, leaving a long end hanging down over the shoulder, the badge by which the ``Jessies'' distinguished each other. Those ``Jessie Scouts'' were a body of men dressed in Confederate uniforms, organized by General Fremont. The fellow rode up cautiously, his pistol drawn, but I pretended to be unconcerned, showing no disposition to draw mine. He rode a noble dapple gray, and stopped when our horses's heads were nearly together. ``Where are you going?'' said he. ``Going into town,'' replied I, quietly, but in a firm voice. He then inquired where I belonged, and I answered, ``To the same crowd you do--to Captain Purdy's scouts.'' ``Why I don't remember seeing you, though I hav'nt been detailed long myself.'' ``That is just my case,'' I replied. He then asked what regiment I was detailed from. I told him from the 12th Pennsylvania, Captain Fenner's company F. This satisfied him; he put up his pistol; and, as I rode up alongside, I noticed a pair of handcuffs looped over the small strap that holds the saddle-pocket to the flap. I asked what he was going to do with the ``ruffles.'' He replied, ``There is a Reb out at old Griffith's, and I am going after him.'' ``Let me look at them,'' said I; and, as he stooped to take them off, I quickly drew my sabre...
--Colonel Harry Gilmor, Four Years in the Saddle, 1866.
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