AMONG THE PINES.



would read like fiction, and the baldest relation of fact
like the wildest dream of romance.
                                        
   The overseer was never taken. A letter which I re-
ceived from Colonel J , shortly prior to the stop-
page of the mails, informed me that Moye had succeeded
in crossing the mountains into Tennessee, where, in an in-
terior town, he disposed of the horse, and then made his
way by an inland route to the free states. The horse
the Colonel had recovered, but the overseer he never
expected to see. Moye is now, no doubt, somewhere in
the North, and is probably at this present writing a
zealous Union man, of somewhat the same " stripe" as
the conductors of the New York Herald and the Boston
Courier.
  I have not heard directly from Scipio, but one day
last July, after a long search, I found on one of the
wharves of-South Street, a coasting captain, who knew
him well, and who had seen him the month previous at
Georgetown. lIe was at that time pursuing his usual
avocations, and was as much respected and trusted, as
when I met him.
  A few days after the tidings of the fall of Sumter
were received in New York, and when I had witnessed
the spontaneous and universal uprising of the North,
which followed that event, I dispatched letters to several
of my Southern friends, giving them as near as I could
an account of the true state of feeling here, and repre-
senting the utter madness of the course the South was



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