. Die Aufnahme einer Lokomotive: Eine Geschichte des Geheimdienstes im Spätskrieg . der schlammige Brocken, Andi lappte aus der schmutzigen Schale die süßeste Auster, die ich je geschmeckt hatte. Wir waren mitten in einem großen Austernbett, wie ich es noch nie zuvor gesehen hatte. Ich hatte nie zuvor eine Auster in der Schale gesehen. Mark sammelte so viele wie er konnte, als das Boot vorbeifuhr, und als wir das stille Wasser erreichten, metaquite wir ein kleines Mahl auf ihnen, während wir auf paddelten. Ich glaube, ich habe noch nie etwas so leckeres probiert. Wir waren noch sehr hungrig, und der feuchte, reiche, salzige Geschmack der Austern schien unseren schwachen,

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. Capturing a locomotive: a history of secret service in the late war . r muddy chunk, andI lapped up from the dirty shell the sweetest oyster I had evertasted. We were in the midst of a great oyster-bed, the like of whichI had never before seen. I had never, in fact, seen an oyster inthe shell before. Mark gathered up as many as he could as theboat passed along, and when we reached the still water we madequite a little feast on them as we paddled on. I think I nevertasted anything so delicious. We were still very hungry, andthe moist, rich, salty flavor of the oysters seemed to suit our weak, famished stomachs to a nicety. But our little feast was soon cut short by the certain discov-ery that the dead trees were nothing less than the masts of ves-sels. We could now plainly see the yards, cross-trees, and greatsmoke-stacks. We dropped the oysters in the bottom of theboat, and, though quite exhausted, the sight of the vessels so re-newed our strength that we made the little boat scud over thestill water at a lively rate. Soon we could see the long, graceful. FROM ATLANTA TO THE GULF. 291 streamers waving from the peaks of the masts, and the outlinesof the dark, sombre-looking hulls of the ships. We were now nearing the ships very fast, and were a littleanxious to see their colors, as we had become so suspicious ofeverybody and everything that we half feared running into theclutches of our enemies. But we were not long in suspense, forsuddenly a little breeze sprang up, and I shall never forget myjoy on seeing the old flag, the glorious old stars and stripes, astiiey unfolded to the ocean breeze, and seemed to extend theirbeneficent protection over us, after nearly eight months of terri-ble bondage. Vie could see the field of blue, studded with itsgolden stars, and the stripes of white and red I Yes, it was ourflag, old E Pluribus Unum! We threw down our paddles in theboat, and stood up and yelled and screamed and cried like acouple of foolish boys lost in the woods. W