abolitionist, or anything else you please, now and forever,—so help me all ye black gods and goddesses!" "Phew! what's all this?" cried Whittlesly, from the other side of his Colonel; "what are you driving at? I'll defy anybody to make head or tail of that answer." "Surrey understands." "Not I; your riddle's too much for me." "Didn't you go in pursuit of a dead man?" queried Whittlesly. "Just that." "Did the dead man convert you?" "No, Colonel, not precisely. And yet yes, too; that is, I suppose I shouldn't have been converted if he hadn't died, and I gone in search of him." "I believe it; you're such an obstinate case that you need one raised from the dead to have any effect on you." "Obstinate! O, hear the pig-headed fellow talk! You're a beauty to discourse on that point, aren't you!" "Surrey laughed, and stopped at the call of one of his men, who hailed him as he went by. Evidently a favorite here as in New York, in camp as at home; for in a moment he was surrounded by the men, who crowded about him, each with a question, or remark, to draw special attention to himself, and a word or smile from his commander. Whatever complaint they had to enter, or petition to make, or favor to beg, or wish to urge, whatever help they wanted or information they desired, was brought to him to solve or to grant, and—never being repulsed by their officer—they speedily knew and loved their friend. Thus it was that the two men standing at a little distance, watching the proceeding, were greatly amused at the motley drafts made upon his attention in the shape of tents, shoes, coats, letters to be sent or received, books borrowed and lent, a man sick, or a chicken captured. They brought their interests and cares to him,—these big, brown fellows,—as though they were children, and he a parent well beloved. "One might think him the father of the regiment," said Brooks, with a smile. "The mother, more like: it must be the woman element in him these fellows feel and love so." "Perhaps; but it would have another effect on them, if, for