Five of us were selected for a canteen detail, Jones Amason, Oliver Jester, Kasper Schmit (Smitty), Henry King and me.
We gathered all the canteens and started to walk toward the creek. About 50 yards from the creek a squad of about 10 Union Cavalry rode out in the road in front of us and faced their horses our way. They all had the butts of their carbines resting on their thighs with the barrels pointed up in the air.
A Corporal, who seemed to be their spokesmen, asked just where we thought we were going. Jones Amason replied we had been sent for water by our Sergeant.
The Union Corporal answered that we would all have to show our paroles to get any water. Jones replied that we hadn’t been given our paroles yet. We had been told we were probably going to go the Union headquarters to get paroled today.
The Union Corporal said, “No parole, No water.”
Jones just looked at him and said, we aren’t armed; we are going to abide by the surrender; we had been commanded by our officer to get water for the company; and by God we were going to do what we had been told. If they wanted to murder us, then go right ahead. Jones started to go around the horsemen to the right and we followed. All we heard was, “Damn Sessech Trash.”
We got the water and, when we started back, the horsemen were gone.