three o'clock Saturday morning
Saws stopped , and axes were poised over shoulders , and many times that day the General lifted his head anxiously . As he sat down in the evening in a slave cabin redolent with corn pone and bacon , the sound still hovered among the trees and rolled along the still waters . The General slept lightly . It was three o'clock Saturday morning when the sharp challenge of a sentry broke the silence . A negro , white eyed , bedraggled , and muddy , stood in the candle light under the charge of a young lieutenant . The officer saluted , and handed the General a roll of tobacco . `` I found this man in the swamp , sir .