I folded the paper and placedit in my jacket pocket and wentto shooting my old Enfield rifle.That night we were relievedfrom picket duty. (The twoarmies were so close togetherthat we could exchange picketsat night only), and while sitting*meditating, our “rural router”a boy who distributed and collected mail every morning—camealong, and I thought of my ad.Taking it out my pocket, I directed it “The Mobile Register andadvertiser,” and handed it tohim.