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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Incidents of the War: Humorous, Pathetic,
+and Descriptive, by Alf Burnett
+
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+Title: Incidents of the War: Humorous, Pathetic, and Descriptive
+
+Author: Alf Burnett
+
+Release Date: December 4, 2007 [EBook #23733]
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+Language: English
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+[Transcriber's note: Obvious printer's errors have been corrected, all
+other inconsistencies are as in the original. Author's spelling has
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+
+Page 204: A word was missing after "The Major was right, for a little"
+"while" has been added.
+
+Bold words are marked with =.]
+
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+[Illustration: Alf BURNETT. From A Photograph By Winder.]
+
+
+
+
+                    INCIDENTS OF THE WAR:
+
+                     Humorous, Pathetic,
+
+                            and
+
+                        Descriptive.
+
+
+                            By
+
+                        ALF BURNETT,
+
+         Comic Delineator, Army Correspondent, Humorist,
+                         Etc., Etc.
+
+
+
+
+                        CINCINNATI:
+               RICKEY & CARROLL, PUBLISHERS,
+                  73 WEST FOURTH STREET.
+                           1863.
+
+
+
+
+  Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1863, by
+                     RICKEY & CARROLL,
+  In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United
+         States for the Southern District of Ohio.
+
+
+
+
+                    Stereotyped at the
+                  Franklin Type Foundry,
+                       CINCINNATI.
+
+
+
+
+SKETCH OF THE AUTHOR.
+
+By Enos B. Reed.
+
+
+The author of the following sketches, letters, etc., has been known to
+us for lo, these many years. We have always found him "a fellow of
+infinite jest," and one who, "though troubles assailed," always looked
+upon the bright side of life, leaving its reverse to those who could
+not behold the silver lining to the darkling clouds of their moral
+horizon. We could fill a good-sized volume with anecdotes illustrating
+the humorous in Mr. Burnett's composition, and his keen appreciation
+of the grotesque and ludicrous--relating how he has, many a time and
+oft, "set the table in a roar," by his quaint sayings and the peculiar
+manner in which they were said; but we are "admonished to be brief,"
+four pages only being allotted to "do up" the veritable "Don
+Alfredus," better known by the familiar appellation "Alf."
+
+Mr. Burnett has been a resident of Cincinnati for the past
+twenty-seven years, his parents removing thereto from Utica, New York,
+in 1836. Alf, at the Utica Academy, in his earliest youth, was quite
+noted as a declaimer; his "youth but gave promise of the man," Mr. B.,
+at the present time, standing without a peer in his peculiar line of
+declamation and oratory. In 1845, he traveled with Professor De
+Bonneville, giving his wonderful rendition of "The Maniac," so as to
+attract the attention of the _literati_ throughout the country.
+
+Perhaps one great reason for Mr. Burnett's adopting his present
+profession was a remark made by the celebrated tragedian, Edwin
+Forrest. Mr. B. had been invited to meet Mr. Forrest at the residence
+of S. S. Smith, Esq. Mr. Burnett gave several readings, which caused
+Mr. Forrest to make the remark, that "Mr. B. had but to step upon the
+stage to reach fortune and renown." "Upon this hint" Mr. B. acted, and
+at once entered upon the duties of his arduous profession. In his
+readings and recitations he soon discovered that it was imperative, to
+insure a pleasant entertainment, that humor should be largely mingled
+with pathos; hence, he introduced a series of droll and comical
+pieces, in the rendition of which he is acknowledged to have no equal.
+As a mimic and ventriloquist he stands preeminent, and his
+entertainment is so varied with pathos, wit, and humor, that an
+evening's amusement of wonderful versatility is afforded.
+
+Mr. Burnett is a remarkably ready writer--too ready, to pay that care
+and attention to the "rules," which is considered, and justly so, to
+be indispensable to a correct writer. To illustrate the rapidity with
+which he composes, we have but to repeat a story, which a mutual
+friend relates. He met Alf, one afternoon, about five o'clock, he
+being announced to deliver an original poem in the evening, of
+something less than a hundred verses. In the midst of the conversation
+which ensued, Alf suddenly recollected that he had not written a line
+thereof, and, making his excuses, declared he must go home and write
+up the "_little affair_." In the evening a voluminous poem was
+forthcoming, Alf, in all probability, having "done it up" in half an
+hour "by Shrewsbury clock."
+
+Mr. Burnett has contributed various poems to the literature of the
+country, which have stamped him as being possessed of a more than
+ordinary share of the divine afflatus. Among them is "The Sexton's
+Spade," which has gained a world-wide celebrity. The writer has been
+connected with Mr. Burnett in the publication of two or three papers,
+which, somehow or other, never won their way into popular favor:
+either the public had very bad taste, or the "combined forces" had not
+the ability to please, or the perseverance to continue until success
+crowned their labors.
+
+In the commencement of the war, Mr. Burnett was on a tour of the
+State, in the full tide of prosperity. Immediately after Sumter fell,
+he summoned to him, by telegraph, his traveling agent, together with
+Mr. George Humphreys, who had, as an assistant, been with him for
+years. A consultation was held, which resulted in the determination of
+all three to enlist in the service of their country. The agent
+repaired to Chillicothe and joined the 27th Ohio; Humphreys joined the
+5th Ohio, and Mr. Burnett enlisted as high private in the 6th Ohio,
+and served with his regiment in West Virginia, throughout that
+memorable campaign.
+
+Mr. Burnett was subsequently engaged by the Cincinnati _Press_,
+_Times_, and _Commercial_, as war correspondent. His letters were read
+with great avidity, and were replete with wit, humor, and interesting
+anecdote. His extensive acquaintance enabled him to gather the
+earliest information, and his letters were always considered among the
+most reliable. A number of them will be found in the succeeding pages.
+
+That "Incidents of the War" will be found instructive and
+entertaining, we can but believe, although Mr. Burnett's professional
+engagements precluded the possibility of his devoting that time and
+attention to its preparation which was almost imperative. It lays no
+particular claim to merit as a literary production--being a collection
+of letters and incidents, which Mr. B.'s publishers thought would be
+palatable to the public in their present form.
+
+In the volume will be found several pieces for the superior rendition
+of which Mr. Burnett has been highly extolled. At the close will be
+found a famous debate, which, although not an incident of the war, is
+peculiarly spirited, and was delivered by Mr. Burnett before General
+Rosecrans.
+
+For the graphic illustrations accompanying the volume, Mr. Burnett is
+indebted to Messrs. Jones & Hart, engravers, and Messrs. Ball &
+Thomas, photographic artists.
+
+Mr. Burnett is still engaged in giving readings and recitations, in
+city and village, and, since the death of Winchell, stands almost
+alone in his profession. Upon a visit to England, some years since, he
+gained the praise of the English press and public, as a correct
+delineator of the passions, mimic, and humorist. He is never so well
+pleased as when before an audience, and receiving the applause of the
+judicious.
+
+In conclusion, let us hope that "Incidents of the War" may be welcomed
+by that large number who have had relatives in the armies of the
+Union, and whose names may, perchance, be found in its pages, while we
+know the numerous friends of Mr. Burnett will hail its appearance with
+unfeigned delight.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+                                                                  PAGE
+     CHAPTER I                                                      13
+
+     Preparatory Remarks -- Camp-Life -- Incidents of the Battle
+     of Perryville -- Brigadier-General Lytle -- Captain
+     McDougal, of the 3d Ohio -- Colonel Loomis -- After the
+     Battle -- Rebels Playing 'Possum -- Skeered! That Aint no
+     Name for it -- Camp Fun, in a Burlesque Letter to a Friend.
+
+     CHAPTER II                                                     23
+
+     General Nelson -- The General and the Pie-Women -- The
+     Watchful Sentinel of the 2d Kentucky -- The Wagon-Master of
+     the 17th Indiana -- Death of General Nelson -- His Funeral
+     -- Colonel Nick Anderson's Opinion of Nelson.
+
+     CHAPTER III                                                    37
+
+     Description of a Battle -- The 2d Ohio (Colonel Harris) at
+     Perryville -- Major-General McCook's Report -- Major-General
+     Rousseau's Report -- Sketch of Major-General A. McD. McCook.
+
+     CHAPTER IV                                                     47
+
+     Looking for the Body of a Dead Nephew on the Field of
+     Murfreesboro -- The 6th Ohio at Murfreesboro -- The Dead of
+     the 6th -- The 36th Indiana -- Putting Contrabands to Some
+     Service -- Anxiety of Owners to Retain their Slaves --
+     Conduct of a Mistress -- "Don't Shoot, Massa, here I Is!" --
+     Kidd's Safeguard -- "Always Been a Union Man" -- Negroes
+     Exhibiting their Preference for their Friends.
+
+     CHAPTER V                                                      57
+
+     Cutting Down a Rebel's Reserved Timber -- Home again --
+     Loomis and his Coldwater Battery -- Secession Poetry --
+     Heavy Joke on an "Egyptian" Regiment.
+
+     CHAPTER VI                                                     64
+
+     General Turchin -- Mrs. General Turchin in Command of the
+     Vanguard of the 19th Illinois -- The 18th Ohio at Athens --
+     Children and Fools always Tell the Truth -- Picket Talk --
+     About Soldiers Voting -- Captain Kirk's Line of Battle.
+
+     CHAPTER VII                                                    70
+
+     Comic Scenes -- Importation of Yankees -- Wouldn't Go Round
+     -- Major Boynton and the Chicken -- Monotony of Camp-Life --
+     Experience on a Scouting Expedition -- Larz Anderson, Esq.,
+     in Camp -- A Would-be Secessionist Caught in his Own Trap --
+     Guthrie Gray Bill of Fare for a Rebel "Reception" -- Pic
+     Russell among the Snakes.
+
+     CHAPTER VIII                                                   80
+
+     Fun in the 123d Ohio -- A Thrilling Incident of the War --
+     General Kelley -- Vote under Strange Circumstances -- Die,
+     but never Surrender.
+
+     CHAPTER IX                                                     87
+
+     Our Hospitals -- No Hope -- A Short and Simple Story -- A
+     Soldier's Pride -- The Last Letter -- Soldierly Sympathy --
+     The Hospitals at Gallatin, and their Ministering Angels.
+
+     CHAPTER X                                                      99
+
+     Sports in Camp -- Anecdote of the 63d Ohio and Colonel
+     Sprague -- Soldier's Dream of Home -- The Wife's Reply.
+
+     CHAPTER XI                                                    107
+
+     The Atrocities of Slavery -- The Beauties of the Peculiar
+     Institution -- A few Well-substantiated Facts -- Visit to
+     Gallatin, Tennessee.
+
+     CHAPTER XII                                                   124
+
+     General Schofield -- Colonel Durbin Ward -- Colonel Connell
+     -- Women in Breeches -- Another Incident of the War -- Negro
+     Sermon.
+
+     CHAPTER XIII                                                  135
+
+     Letter from Cheat Mountain -- the Women of the South --
+     Gilbert's Brigade.
+
+     CHAPTER XIV                                                   143
+
+     Confessions of a Fat Man -- Home-Guard -- The Negro on the
+     Fence -- A Camp Letter of Early Times -- "Sweetharts"
+     against War.
+
+     CHAPTER XV                                                    156
+
+     The Winter Campaign in Virginia -- Didn't Know of the
+     Rebellion -- General W. H. Lytle -- Drilling -- A Black
+     Nightingale's Song.
+
+     CHAPTER XVI                                                   167
+
+     Old Stonnicker and Colonel Marrow, of 3d Ohio -- General
+     Garnett and his Dogs -- "Are You the Col-o-nel of this
+     Post?" -- Profanity in the Army -- High Price of Beans in
+     Camp -- A Little Game of "Draw."
+
+     CHAPTER XVII                                                  172
+
+     Hard on the Sutler: Spiritualism Tried -- A Specimen of
+     Southern Poetry -- Singular -- March to Nashville -- General
+     Steadman Challenged by a Woman -- Nigger Question -- "Rebels
+     Returning."
+
+     CHAPTER XVIII                                                 181
+
+     Going into Battle -- Letter to the Secesh -- General
+     Garfield, Major-General Rosecrans's Chief of Staff --
+     General Lew Wallace -- The Siege of Cincinnati -- Parson
+     Brownlow -- Colonel Charles Anderson.
+
+     CHAPTER XIX                                                   188
+
+     An Episode of the War -- Laughable Incident -- Old Mrs.
+     Wiggles on Picket Duty -- General Manson -- God Bless the
+     Soldiers -- Negro's Pedigree of Abraham Lincoln -- A Middle
+     Tennessee Preacher -- A Laconic Speech.
+
+     CHAPTER XX                                                    194
+
+     Union Men Scarce -- How They Are Dreaded -- Incidents -- The
+     Wealthy Secessionists and Poor Union Widows -- The John
+     Morgans of Rebellion -- A Contraband's Explanation of the
+     Mystery -- Accident at the South Tunnel -- Impudence of the
+     Rebels -- A Pathetic Appeal, etc.
+
+     CHAPTER XXI                                                   201
+
+     A Friendly Visit for Corn into an Egyptian Country -- Ohio
+     Regiments -- "Corn or Blood" -- "Fanny Battles" -- The
+     Constitution Busted in Several Places -- Edicts against
+     Dinner-horns, by Colonel Brownlow's Cavalry -- A Signal
+     Station Burned -- Two Rebel Aids Captured.
+
+     CHAPTER XXII                                                  207
+
+     Reward for a Master -- Turning the Tables -- Dan Boss and
+     his Adventure -- Major Pic Russell -- A Visit to the
+     Outposts with General Jeff C. Davis -- Rebel Witticisms --
+     Hight Igo, Ye Eccentric Quarter-Master -- Fling Out to the
+     Breeze, Boys.
+
+     CHAPTER XXIII                                                 216
+
+     Defense of the Conduct of the German Regiments at Hartsville
+     -- To the Memory of Captain W. Y. Gholson -- Colonel Toland
+     vs. Contraband Whisky.
+
+     CHAPTER XXIV                                                  222
+
+     War and Romance -- Colonel Fred Jones -- Hanging in the Army
+     -- General A. J. Smith vs. Dirty Guns.
+
+     CHAPTER XXV                                                   232
+
+     A Trip into the Enemy's Country -- The Rebels twice Driven
+     back by General Steadman -- Incidents of the Charge of the
+     1st Tennessee Cavalry, under Major Tracy -- The 35th and 9th
+     Ohio in the Fight -- Colonel Moody and the 74th Ohio --
+     Colonel Moody on the Battle-field.
+
+     CHAPTER XXVI                                                  240
+
+     A Wedding in the Army -- A Bill of Fare in Camp -- Dishonest
+     Female Reb -- Private Cupp -- To the 13th Ohio.
+
+     CHAPTER XXVII                                                 248
+
+     The Oath -- A Conservative Darkey's Opinion of Yankees --
+     Visit to the Graves of Ohio and Indiana Boys -- Trip from
+     Murfreesboro to Louisville -- Nashville Convalescents -- A
+     Death in the Hospital -- Henry Lovie Captured.
+
+     CHAPTER XXVIII                                                256
+
+     General Steadman Superseded by General Schofield, of
+     Missouri -- Colonel Brownlow's Regiment -- His Bravery -- A
+     Rebel Officer Killed by a Woman -- Discontent in East
+     Tennessee -- Picket Duty and its Dangers -- A Gallant Deed
+     and a Chivalrous Return.
+
+     CHAPTER XXIX                                                  263
+
+     An Incident at Holly Springs, Miss. -- The Raid by Van Dorn
+     -- Cincinnati Cotton-Dealers in Trouble -- Troubles of a
+     Reporter.
+
+     CHAPTER XXX                                                   268
+
+     A Reporter's Idea of Mules -- Letter from Kentucky --
+     Chaplain Gaddis Turns Fireman -- Gaddis and the Secesh
+     Grass-Widow.
+
+     CHAPTER XXXI                                                  279
+
+     A Visit to the 1st East Tennessee Cavalry -- A Proposed
+     Sermon -- Its Interruption -- How ye Preacher is Bamboozled
+     out of $15 and a Gold Watch -- Cavalry on the Brain -- Old
+     Stonnicker Drummed Out of Camp -- Now and Then.
+
+     CHAPTER XXXII                                                 289
+
+     An Incident of the 5th O. V. I. -- How to Avoid the Draft --
+     Keep the Soldiers' Letters -- New Use of Blood-hounds --
+     Proposition to Hang the Dutch Soldiers -- The Stolen Stars.
+
+     Debate Between Slabsides and Garrotte.                        303
+
+     Sermon From "Harp of a Thousand Strings."                     308
+
+
+
+
+LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+
+     PORTRAIT OF ALF BURNETT.
+
+     SKEERED! THAT AINT NO NAME FOR IT.
+
+     RUNAWAY SCRAPE IN VIRGINIA.
+
+     SPORTS IN CAMP.
+
+     FAT VOLUNTEER.
+
+     OLD STONNICKER DRUMMED OUT OF CAMP.
+
+     DEBATE BETWEEN SLABSIDES AND GARROTTE.
+
+     SERMON--"HARP OF A THOUSAND STRINGS."
+
+
+
+
+INCIDENTS OF THE WAR.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+     Preparatory Remarks -- Camp-Life -- Incidents of the Battle
+     of Perryville -- Brigadier-General Lytle -- Captain
+     McDougal, of the 3d Ohio -- Colonel Loomis -- After the
+     Battle -- Rebels Playing 'Possum -- Skeered! That Aint no
+     Name for it.
+
+
+In a two-years' connection with the army, a man with the most ordinary
+capacity for garnering up the humorous stories of camp may find his
+_repertoire_ overflowing with the most versatile of incidents. A
+connection with the daily press is, however, of great service,
+especially as a letter-writer is expected to know all that occurs in
+camp--and _more too_!
+
+The stories that I shall relate are no fictions, but veritable facts,
+to most of which I was myself an eye-witness.
+
+The hardships of camp-life have been so often depicted by other pens
+that it will be unnecessary for me to bring them anew before the
+public. A few jolly spirits in a regiment frequently sway the crowd,
+and render the hours pleasant to the boys which otherwise would prove
+exceedingly wearisome; and many a surgeon has remarked, that it would
+amply remunerate Government to hire good, wholesome amusement for the
+benefit of the soldiers when not on active duty. Frequently, when
+visiting various hospitals, have I noticed the brightening eye of the
+patients as I have told them some laughable incident, or given an
+hour's amusement to the crowd of convalescents--a far preferable dose,
+they told me, to quinine. A word of praise to the suffering hero is of
+great value.
+
+I remember, the day after the battle of Perryville, visiting the
+hospital of which Dr. Muscroft was surgeon. I had assisted all day in
+bringing in the wounded from the field-hospital, in the rear of the
+battle-ground. The boys of the 10th and 3d Ohio were crowded into a
+little church, each pew answering for a private apartment for a
+wounded man. One of the surgeons in attendance requested me to assist
+in holding a patient while his leg was being amputated. This was my
+first trial, but the sight of the crowd of wounded had rendered my
+otherwise sensitive nerves adamant, and as the knife was hastily
+plunged, the circle-scribe and the saw put to its use, the limb off,
+scarce a groan escaped the noble fellow's lips. Another boy of the
+10th had his entire right cheek cut off by a piece of a shell,
+lacerating his tongue in the most horrible manner: this wound had to
+be dressed, and again my assistance was required, and I could but
+notice the exhilarating effect a few words of praise that I bestowed
+upon his powers of endurance had. This was invariably the case with
+all those whom it was my painful duty to assist. The effect of a few
+words of praise seemed quite magical.
+
+Men frequently fight on, though severely wounded, so great is the
+excitement of battle, and I am cognizant of several instances of men
+fainting from loss of blood, who did not know they were wounded,
+until, several minutes afterward, they were brought to a realization
+of the fact through a peculiar dizzy, sickening feeling.
+Brigadier-General (then Colonel) Lytle, who commanded a brigade during
+that battle, it is said, by boys who were near him, after the severe
+wound he received, fought on several minutes. A field-officer, whose
+name I have forgotten, being shot from his horse, requested to be
+lifted back into the saddle, and died shortly afterward. Captain
+McDougal, of Newark, Ohio, commanding a company in the 3d Ohio, who,
+with sword upraised, and cheering on his noble boys, received a fatal
+shot, actually stepped some eight or ten paces before falling. Colonel
+Loomis, of the celebrated Loomis Battery, who did such service in that
+engagement, says he saw no dead about him; yet there they lay, within
+a few feet of his battery. Loomis at one time sighted one of his
+favorite pieces, taking what he called a "fair, square, deliberate
+aim," and, sure enough, he knocked over the rebel gun, throwing it
+some feet in the air; at the sight of which he was so elated that he
+fairly jumped with delight, and cheer after cheer rang out from the
+men of his command, and it was not until a whizzing shot from the
+remaining guns of the rebels' battery warned him that they were not
+yet conquered, that his boys were again put to work, and eventually
+quieted their noisy antagonists. At one time, during that fight, the
+rebels tried to charge up the hill from "Bottom's farm-house," but
+were repulsed. At that time the 10th and 3d Ohio, aided by the 15th
+Kentucky Regiment, were holding the eminence; the rebels were
+protected by a stone wall that skirted the entire meandering creek,
+giving them, at times, the advantage of an enfilading fire; our boys
+were partly covered by what was known as "Bottom's barn." Many of our
+wounded had crawled into this barn for protection, but a rebel shell
+exploding directly among the hay set the barn on fire, and several of
+our poor wounded boys perished in the flames.
+
+Colonel Reed, of Delaware, Ohio, was in command at Perryville, some
+time after the battle, and it is a disgraceful fact that the rebels
+left their dead unburied. At one spot, in a ravine, they had piled up
+thirty bodies in one heap, and thrown a lot of cornstalks over them;
+and on the Springfield road, to the right, as you entered the town of
+Perryville, a regular line of skirmishers lay dead, each one about ten
+paces from the other; they had evidently been shot instantly dead, and
+had fallen in their tracks; and there they laid for four days. One, a
+fine-looking man, with large, black, bushy whiskers, was within a few
+yards of the toll-gate keeper's house, (himself and family residing
+there,) who, apparently, was too lazy to dig a grave for the reception
+of the rebel's body.
+
+As a matter of course, the first duty is to the wounded, but these
+people seemed to pay no attention to either dead or wounded. And it
+was not until a peremptory order from Colonel Reed was issued, that
+the rebel-sympathizing citizens condescended to go out and bury their
+Confederate friends; and this was accomplished by digging a deep hole
+beside the corpse, and the diggers, taking a couple of fence-rails,
+would pry the body over and let it fall to the bottom: thus these
+poor, deluded wretches found a receptacle in mother Earth.
+
+Accompanied by Mr. A. Seward, the special correspondent of the
+Philadelphia _Inquirer_, the day after the fight I visited an
+improvised hospital in the woods in the rear of the battle-ground.
+There we found some twenty Secesh, who had strayed from their command,
+and were playing sick and wounded to anybody who came along. They had
+guards out watching, and, as I suspected they were playing sharp, I
+bethought me of trying "diamond cut diamond;" so I dismounted, and
+having on a Kentucky-jeans coat, I ventured a "HOW-DE, BOYS?"
+
+They eyed us pretty severely, and ventured the remark that they needed
+food, and would like some coffee or sugar for the wounded boys. I went
+inside the log-house, telling them I would send some down; that we
+were farming close by there; "Dry-fork" was the place; we would send
+them bread. After we had gained their confidence, they wanted to know
+how they could get out of the State without being captured; said they
+had not been taken yet, although several of the Yanks had been there;
+but the "d--d fools" thought they were already paroled.
+
+We told them that as soon as they got well we would pilot them safely
+out. They said they had already been promised citizens' clothing by
+Mrs. Thompson and some other rebel ladies. They then openly confessed
+that there was only one of them wounded, and that they had used his
+bloody rags for arm-bandages and head-bandages only for the brief
+period when they were visited by _suspicious_-looking persons; but,
+as we were all right, they had no hesitancy in telling us they were
+part of Hardee's corps, and were left there by accident when the rebel
+forces marched.
+
+By a strange _accident_ they were all taken prisoners that afternoon
+by a dozen Federal prowlers, who kindly took them in out of the wet.
+
+
+SKEERED! THAT AINT NO NAME FOR IT.
+
+About a mile and a half to the rear of the field of battle there
+stands, in a large, open field, a solitary log-house containing two
+rooms. The house is surrounded by a fence inclosing a small patch of
+ground. The chimney had been partly torn away by a cannon-ball. A
+shell had struck the roof of the building, ripping open quite a gutter
+in the rafters. A dead horse lay in the little yard directly in front
+of the house, actually blocking up the doorway, while shot and shell
+were scattered in every direction about the field in front and rear of
+this solitary homestead. I dismounted, determined to see who or what
+was in the house--
+
+  "Darkness there, and nothing more."
+
+A board had been taken from the floor, exhibiting a large hole between
+two solid beams or logs. An empty bedstead, a wooden cupboard, and
+three chairs were all the furniture the house contained. Hurrying
+across the field, we caught up with a long, lank, lean woman. She had
+two children with her: a little boy about nine, and a girl about four
+years of age. The woman had a table upon her head. The table, turned
+upside down, contained a lot of bedding. She had a bucket full of
+crockery-ware in one hand, and was holding on to the table with the
+other. The children were loaded down with household furniture of great
+convenience. As it was growing dark, I inquired the nearest road to
+Perryville. The woman immediately unloaded her head, and pointing the
+direction, set one leg on the table, and yelled to the boy--
+
+"Whoray up, Jeems; you are so slow!"
+
+"How far is it, madam?"
+
+"O, about a mile and a half. It aint more nor that, no how."
+
+"Who lived in that house?" said I, pointing to the log-cabin I had
+just left.
+
+"I did."
+
+"Were you there during the fight?"
+
+"Guess I was."
+
+"Where was your husband?"
+
+"He wor dead."
+
+"Was he killed in the battle?"
+
+"No; he died with the measles."
+
+"Why didn't you leave when you found there was going to be a fight?"
+
+"I did start for to go, but I seed the Yankees comin' thick, and I
+hurried back t'other way; and jest as I e'enamost got to the brush
+yonder, I seed the 'Confeds' jest a swarmin' out of the woods. So,
+seeing I was between two fires, I rund back to the house."
+
+"Wasn't you afraid you'd be killed?"
+
+"Guess I was."
+
+"What did you do when they commenced firing?"
+
+"I cut a hole in the floor with the ax, and hid between the jists."
+
+"Did they fight long upon your ground?"
+
+"It seemed to me like it wor TWO WEEKS."
+
+"You must have been pretty well scared; were you not?"
+
+"Humph! _skeered!_ Lor bless you, _skeered! That aint no name for
+it!_"
+
+
+CAMP FUN IN A BURLESQUE LETTER TO A FRIEND.
+
+The other morning I was standing by Billy Briggs, in our tent.
+
+"Hand me them scabbards, Jimmy," said he.
+
+"Scabbards!" said I, looking round.
+
+"Yes; boots, I mean. I wonder if these boots were any relation to that
+beef we ate yesterday. If they will only prove as tough, they'll last
+me a long time. I say, Cradle!" he called out, "where are you?"
+
+Cradle was our contraband, with a foot of extraordinary length, and
+heel to match.
+
+"What do you call him Cradle for?" I inquired.
+
+"What would _you_ call him? If he aint a cradle, what's he got rockers
+on for?"
+
+Cradle made his appearance, with a pair of perforated stockings.
+
+"It's no use," said Billy, looking at them. "Them stockings will do to
+put on a sore throat, but won't do for feet. It is humiliating for a
+man like me to be without stockings. A man may be bald-headed, and
+it's genteel; but to be barefooted, it's ruination. The legs are good,
+too," he added, thoughtfully, "but the feet are gone. There is
+something about the heels of stockings and the elbows of stove-pipes,
+in this world, that is all wrong, Jimmy."
+
+A supply of stockings had come that day, and were just being given
+out. A pair of very large ones fell to Billy's lot. Billy held them up
+before him.
+
+"Jimmy," said he, "these are pretty bags to give a little fellow like
+me. Them stockings was knit for the President, or a young gorilla,
+certain!" and he was about to bestow them upon Cradle, when a soldier,
+in the opposite predicament, made an exchange. "Them stockings made me
+think of the prisoner I scared so the other day," said Billy.
+
+"How's that?" said I.
+
+"He saw a big pair of red leggings, with feet, hanging up before our
+tent. He never said a word, till he saw the leggings, and then he
+asked me what they were for. 'Them!' said I, 'them's General Banks's
+stockings.' He looked scared. 'He's a big man, is General Banks,' said
+I, 'but then he ought to be, the way he lives.' 'How?' said he. 'Why,'
+said I, 'his regular diet is bricks buttered with mortar.'"
+
+The next day Billy got a present of a pair of stockings from a lady; a
+nice, soft pair, with his initials, in red silk, upon them. He was
+very happy. "Jimmy," said he, "just look at 'em," and he smoothed them
+down with his hand--"marked with my initials, too; 'B,' for my
+Christian name, and 'W' for my heathen name. How kind! They came just
+in the right time, too; I've got such a sore heel."
+
+Orders came to "fall in." Billy was so overjoyed with his new
+stockings he didn't keep the line well.
+
+"Steady, there!" growled the sergeant; "keep your place, and don't be
+moving round like the Boston post-office!"
+
+We were soon put upon the double-quick. After a few minutes, Billy
+gave a groan.
+
+"What is it, Billy?" said I.
+
+"It's all up with 'em," said he.
+
+I didn't know what he meant, but his face showed something bad had
+happened. When we broke ranks and got to the tent, he looked the
+picture of despair--shoes in hand, and his heels shining through his
+stockings like two crockery door-knobs.
+
+"Them new stockings of yours is breech-loading, aint they, Billy?"
+said an unfeeling volunteer.
+
+"Better get your name on both ends, so that you can keep 'em
+together," said another.
+
+"Shoddy stockings," said a third.
+
+Billy was silent. I saw his heart was breaking, and I said nothing. We
+held a council on them, and Billy, not feeling strong-hearted enough
+for the task, gave them to Cradle to sew up the small holes.
+
+I saw him again before supper; he came to me looking worse than ever,
+the stockings in his hand.
+
+"Jimmy," said he, "you know I gave them to Cradle, and told him to sew
+up the small holes; and what do you think he has done? He's gone and
+sewed up the heads."
+
+"It's a hard case, Billy; in such cases, tears are almost
+justifiable."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+     General Nelson -- The General and the Pie-Women -- The
+     Watchful Sentinel of the 2d Kentucky -- The Wagon-Master of
+     the 17th Indiana -- Death of General Nelson -- His Funeral
+     -- Colonel Nick Anderson's Opinion of Nelson.
+
+
+A great many stories have been told about General Nelson, with whom
+the writer was upon the most intimate terms. That Nelson was a noble,
+warm-hearted, companionable man, those even most opposed to his rough
+manner, at times, will readily admit.
+
+Nelson was strongly attached to the 6th Ohio. From his very first
+acquaintance he said he fell in love with it, and his feeling was
+reciprocated, for the 6th was as ardently devoted to him.
+
+At Camp Wickliffe the General was very much annoyed by women coming
+into his camp, and he had given strict orders that none should be
+admitted on the following Sunday, as he intended reviewing the
+division that day. His chagrin and rage can only be imagined by those
+who knew him, when, upon this veritable occasion, he saw at least
+thirty women huddled together, on mares, mules, jacks, jennies, and
+horses. The General rode hastily to Lieutenant Southgate, exclaiming--
+
+"Captain Southgate, I thought I ordered that no more of those d--d
+women should come into my camp. What are they doing here?"
+
+"I promulgated your order, General," replied Captain Southgate.
+
+"Well, by ----, what are they here for?" and riding up to the bevy of
+women in lathed and split bonnets, he inquired, in a ferocious manner,
+"What in ---- are all you women doing here?"
+
+Now, the party was pretty well frightened, but there was one with more
+daring than the rest, who sidled up to the General, and, with what was
+intended to be a smile, (but the General said he never saw a more
+"sardonic grin" in his life,) she answered for the party, and said:
+
+"_Sellin' pies, Gin'ral._"
+
+"Selling pies, eh! Selling pies, eh! Let me see 'em; let me see 'em,
+quick!"
+
+The woman untied one end of a bolster-slip, and thrust her arm down
+the sack, and brought forth a specimen of the article, which Nelson
+seized, and vainly endeavored to break. It was like leather. The
+General gave it a sudden twist and broke it in two, when out dropped
+three or four pieces of dried apple.
+
+"By ----, madam, you call them pies, do you? Pies, eh! Those things
+are just what are _giving all my boys the colic_! Get out of this camp
+every one of you! Clear yourselves!"
+
+The camp was thus cleared of pie-venders, who escaped on the
+double-quick.
+
+[Illustration: Skeered! That ain't no name for it. See page 18.]
+
+General Nelson was a strict disciplinarian, and frequently tested his
+pickets by a personal visit. Upon one occasion he rode through a
+drenching rain to the outposts; it was a dark night, and mud and
+water were knee-deep in some parts of the road. A portion of the 2d
+Kentucky was on guard, and as the General rode up he met the stern
+"Halt" of the sentinel, and the usual "Who comes there?"
+
+"General Nelson," was the reply.
+
+"Dismount, General Nelson, and give the countersign," was the
+sentinel's command.
+
+"Do you know who you are talking to, sir? I tell you I am your
+General, and you have the impudence to order me to dismount, you
+scoundrel!"
+
+"Dismount, and give the countersign, or I will fire upon you," was the
+stern rejoinder.
+
+And Nelson did dismount, and gave the countersign, and at the same
+time inquired the sentinel's name, and to what regiment he belonged.
+The following day the man was sent for, to appear forthwith at
+head-quarters. The soldier went with great trepidation, anticipating
+severe treatment from the General for the previous night's conduct.
+Imagine his surprise when the General invited him in, complimented him
+highly, in the presence of his officers, and requested, if at any time
+he required any service from him, to just mention that he was the
+soldier of the 2d Kentucky who had made him dismount in mud and rain,
+and give the countersign.
+
+On another occasion he was riding along the road, and was accosted by
+two waggish members of the 6th Ohio.
+
+"Hallo! mister," said one of the boys, "won't you take a drink?"
+
+"Where are you soldiers going to?" inquired the General.
+
+"O, just over here a little bit."
+
+"What regiment do you belong to?"
+
+"Sixth Ohio."
+
+"Well, get back to your camp, quick!"
+
+The boys, although they knew him well, took advantage of the fact that
+the General displayed no insignia of his rank, and replied:
+
+"They guessed they'd go down the road a bit, first."
+
+"Come back! come back!" shouted the General. "How dare you disobey me?
+Do you know who I am, you scoundrels?"
+
+"No, I don't," said one of the boys; and then, looking impudently and
+inquiringly into his face, said: "_Why! ain't you the wagon-master of
+the 17th Indiana?_"
+
+Nelson thought activity the best cure for "_ennui_," and consequently
+kept his men busy. One day, calling his officers together, he ordered
+them to prepare immediately for a regular, old-fashioned day's work;
+"for," said he, "there has been so little work done here since the
+rain set in, that I fear _drilling_ has fallen in the market; but if
+we succeed in keeping up that article, I am sure _cotton_ must come
+down."
+
+He was exceedingly bitter in his denunciations of the London _Times_
+and rebel British sympathizers, remarking to me, one evening, that he
+was exceedingly anxious this war should speedily end, "for," said he,
+"I would like nothing better than to see our people once more united
+as a nation; and then I want fifty thousand men at my command, so that
+I could march them to Canada, and go through those provinces like a
+dose of croton."
+
+I was present at the Galt House, in Louisville, when General Nelson
+was shot by General Davis, and immediately telegraphed the sad news to
+the daily press of Cincinnati. The following was my dispatch:
+
+
+     General Nelson Shot by General Davis.
+
+                              Louisville, _September 29_.
+
+     Eds. Times: I just witnessed General Jeff C. Davis shoot
+     General Nelson. It occurred in the Galt House, in the entry
+     leading from the office. The wound is thought to be mortal.
+
+                                        Alf.
+
+
+     Later.--General Nelson Dead.
+
+                              Louisville, _September 29_, 10 A.M.
+
+     General Nelson is dead. I will telegraph particulars as soon
+     as possible.
+
+                                        Alf.
+
+
+     THIRD DISPATCH.
+
+     Particulars of the Affair.
+
+                              Louisville, _September 29_, 11 A.M.
+
+     Eds. Times: Jefferson C. Davis, of Indiana, went into the
+     Galt House, at half-past eight o'clock this morning. He met
+     General Nelson, and referred to the treatment he had
+     received at his hands in ordering him to Cincinnati. Nelson
+     cursed him, and struck Davis in the face several times.
+     Nelson then retired a few paces, Davis borrowing a pistol
+     from a friend, who, handing it to him, remarked, "It is a
+     Tranter trigger--be careful."
+
+     I had just that moment been in conversation with the
+     General.
+
+                                        Alf.
+
+
+The particulars were afterward given in a letter, which is here
+inserted:
+
+                              Louisville, _September 29, 1862_.
+
+The greatest excitement of the day has been in discussing the death of
+General Nelson, and the causes which led to the terrible _denouement_.
+
+Sauntering out in search of an "item"--my custom always in the
+morning--I happened to be in the Galt House just as the altercation
+between General Nelson and General Jeff C. Davis was reaching its
+climax, and of which I telegraphed you within ten minutes after its
+occurrence. From what I learn, from parties who saw the commencement,
+it would seem that General Davis felt himself grossly insulted by
+Nelson's overbearing manner at their former meeting; and seeing him
+standing talking to Governor Morton, Davis advanced and demanded an
+explanation, upon which Nelson turned and cursed him, calling him an
+infamous puppy, and using other violent language unfit for
+publication. Upon pressing his demand for an explanation, Nelson, who
+was an immensely powerful and large man, took the back of his hand and
+deliberately slapped General Davis's face. Just at this juncture I
+entered the office. The people congregated there were giving Nelson a
+wide berth. Recognizing the General, I said "Good morning, General,"
+(at this time I was not aware of what had passed). His reply to me
+was: "Did you hear that d----d insolent scoundrel insult me, sir? I
+suppose he don't know me, sir. I'll teach him a lesson, sir." During
+this time he was retiring slowly toward the door leading to the
+ladies' sitting-room. At this moment I heard General Davis ask for a
+weapon, first of a gentleman who was standing near him, and then
+meeting Captain Gibson, who was just about to enter the dining-room,
+he asked him if he had a pistol? Captain Gibson replied, "I always
+carry the article;" and handed one to him, remarking, as Davis walked
+toward Nelson, "It is a Tranter trigger."
+
+Nelson, by this time, reached the hall, and was evidently getting out
+of the way, to avoid further difficulty.
+
+Davis's face was livid, and such a look of mingled indignation,
+mortification, and determination I never before beheld. His hand was
+slowly raised; and, as Nelson advanced, Davis uttered the one word,
+"Halt!" and fired. Nelson, with the bullet in his breast, completed
+the journey up the entire stairs, and then fell. As he reached the
+top, John Allen Crittenden met him and said, "Are you hurt, General?"
+He replied, "Yes, I am, mortally." "Can I do any thing for you?"
+continued Crittenden. "Yes; send for a surgeon and a priest, quick."
+
+A rush was made by the crowd toward the place as soon as he was shot.
+No effort, as far as I can learn, has been made to arrest General
+Davis.
+
+A few minutes after the occurrence I was introduced to the Aid of
+Governor Morton, who told me he saw it all, from the very
+commencement, and that, had not Davis acted as he did, after the gross
+provocation he received, Davis would have deserved to have been shot
+himself.
+
+It is a great pity so brave a man should have had so little control
+over his temper. Although very severe in his discipline and rough in
+his language, the boys of his division were devotedly attached to him,
+_because he was a fighting man_. The 6th Ohio, especially, were his
+ardent admirers. He was hated here, bitterly hated, by all
+_Secessionists_; this of itself should have endeared him to Union men.
+
+The Louisville _Journal_, this afternoon, in speaking of the affair,
+says:
+
+"General Nelson, from the first, thought the wound was a mortal one,
+and expressed a desire to have the Rev. Mr. Talbott, of Calvary
+Church, summoned. This gentleman resides about three miles below the
+city, but was unable to get home on Sunday after service, and passed
+the night at the Galt House. He immediately obeyed the summons, as he
+was well acquainted with the General. The reverend gentleman informs
+us that the dying man spoke no word concerning the difficulty, and
+made no allusion to his temporal affairs, but was exceedingly
+solicitous as to the salvation of his soul, and desired Mr. Talbott to
+perform the rite of baptism, and receive him into the bosom of the
+Church.
+
+"After five minutes' conversation, to ascertain his state of
+preparedness, the clergyman assented to his wish, and the solemn
+ordinance was administered with unusual impressiveness, in the
+presence of Dr. Murray, the medical director, Major-General
+Crittenden, and a few other personal friends. When the service
+concluded, he was calm, and sank into his last sleep quietly, with no
+apparent physical pain, but with some mental suffering. The last
+audible words that he uttered were a prayer for the forgiveness of his
+sins. That appeal was made to Almighty God. Let, then, his
+fellow-mortals be proud of his many virtues, his lofty patriotism, and
+undaunted courage, while they judge leniently of those faults, which,
+had they been curbed, might have been trained into virtues. Let it not
+be said of our friend--
+
+  "'The evil that men do lives after them,
+  The good is oft interred with their bones.'"
+
+
+THE FUNERAL.
+
+The funeral of General Nelson took place yesterday afternoon. The
+corpse of the General was incased in a most elegant rosewood coffin,
+mounted with silver. The American flag, that he had so nobly fought
+under at Shiloh, was wrapped about it; his sword, drawn for the last
+time by that once brave hand, lay upon the flag. Bouquets were strewed
+upon the coffin.
+
+Major-General Granger, Major-General McCook, and Major-General
+Crittenden, and Brigadier-General Jackson, assisted by other officers,
+conveyed the remains from the hearse to the church-door, and down the
+aisle. As they entered the building, Dr. Craig commenced reading the
+burial service for the dead. As soon as they reached the pulpit, and
+set down the corpse, the choir chanted a requiem in the most
+impressive manner. Rev. Dr. Craig then read the 15th chapter of the
+First Epistle of St. Paul to the Corinthians, 21st to the 29th verses:
+
+     "For since by man came death, by man came also the
+     resurrection of the dead.
+
+     "For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made
+     alive."
+
+After the reading of this, the Rev. Mr. Talbott, he whom General
+Nelson had sent for immediately upon being shot, and who had
+administered to his spiritual welfare, and received him into the
+Church, delivered one of the most beautiful and eulogistic discourses
+I ever heard.
+
+He said that the General had been, in private life, one of the most
+congenial and warm-hearted of men; his hand ever open to the needy.
+He had known him well.
+
+The last half-hour of his life was devoted entirely to the salvation
+of his soul; he did not refer to worldly matters. Mr. Talbott told him
+he must forgive all whom he thought had injured him. His reply was,
+"O! I do, I do forgive--I do forgive. Let me," said Nelson, "be
+baptized quick, for I feel I am fast going."
+
+Mr. T. then administered to him the sacred rite, and in a few minutes,
+conscious to the last, smiling and serene, he passed to "that bourne
+from which no traveler returns."
+
+"A more contrite heart and thorough Christian resignation," said the
+divine, "I never saw."
+
+The discourse over, the body was conveyed again to the hearse.
+
+Lieutenant-Colonel Anderson, of the 6th Ohio, had command of the
+escort, which consisted of two companies of the 2d Ohio, and two
+companies of the 6th, all being from his old and tried division. No
+relatives, I believe, were here, except Captain Davis, a
+foster-brother, belonging to the 2d Minnesota Regiment.
+
+General Nelson's gray horse was led immediately behind the hearse, the
+General's boots reversed and fastened in the stirrups. An artillery
+company and cavalry squadron completed the _cortège_, which moved
+slowly down Second Street to the beat of the muffled drum.
+
+He has gone to his long home! Though rash and impetuous at times, we
+must not forget our country has lost a noble defender, a man of true
+courage--one who was looked up to by his division.
+
+To-day he _was_ to join them; and as I went through the old Fourth
+Division, last Sunday, the boys were all in a jubilee, because Nelson
+was going to be with them, and they remarked, "If he is along, he'll
+take us where _we'll have fighting_!"
+
+As I have before told you, everywhere Secessionists are rejoicing at
+his death, and Kentucky ones especially. The Union men of Kentucky
+have lost a noble defender.
+
+Yesterday General Rousseau's division of ten thousand men was
+reviewed. They are a splendid body of men.
+
+There will be no examination of Jeff C. Davis before the civil
+authorities, but the affair is to be investigated by a court-martial.
+
+A singular incident is related of General Nelson. It is said that the
+Rev. Dr. Talbott, who resides a few miles from the city, wished to
+return home on Sunday night last. Nelson refused him the pass. On
+Monday morning it was this reverend gentleman who was sent for by
+Nelson, and received Nelson into the Church, and who performed the
+funeral services to-day.
+
+                                        Yours, Alf.
+
+
+The gallant Colonel Nick Anderson, who so bravely led the 6th Ohio at
+Shiloh, and more recently at Murfreesboro, in speaking of Nelson,
+says:
+
+"And what is said will be assented to by all who shared his familiar
+moments, that, outside of his military duties, he was a refined
+gentleman. Whatever may be said of his severe dealing with his
+subordinates, his violent manner when reprimanding them, every one
+who knew him will bear witness that it was only to exact that iron
+discipline which makes an army irresistible. His naval education, in
+which discipline is so mercilessly enforced, will explain clearly his
+intensity of manner when preparing his forces for the terrible trials
+of the march or the battle-field. However much he was disliked by
+subordinate and inefficient officers, he was beloved by his men, the
+private soldiers.
+
+"How carefully he looked after all their wants, their clothing, their
+food--in short, whatever they needed to make them strong and brave!
+for it was a maxim with him, that, unless a man's back was kept warm
+and his stomach well supplied, he could not be relied upon as a
+soldier. All who know Buell's army will bear witness to the splendid
+condition of Nelson's division.
+
+"General Nelson earned his rank as major-general by no mysterious
+influences at head-quarters, but by splendid achievements on the
+battle-field. It has been said that his division was the first to
+enter Nashville; so it was the first in Corinth; but these are the
+poorest of his titles to distinction. It was his success in Eastern
+Kentucky, in destroying the army of General Marshall; and, greatest of
+all, his arrival, by forced marches, at Pittsburg Landing, early
+enough on Sunday afternoon, the 9th of April, to stop the victorious
+progress of General Beauregard, that placed him among his country's
+benefactors and heroes, and which will 'gild his sepulcher, and embalm
+his name.'
+
+"But for Nelson, Grant's army might have been destroyed. His forced
+march, wading deep streams, brought him to the field just in time. An
+hour later, and all might have been lost."
+
+An officer of his division has recounted to me some thrilling
+incidents of that memorable conflict.
+
+"It was nearly sunset when Nelson, at the head of his troops, landed
+on the west bank of the river, in the midst of the conflict. The
+landing and shore of the river, up and down, were covered by five
+thousand of our beaten and demoralized soldiers, whom no appeals or
+efforts could rally. Nelson, with difficulty, forced his way through
+the crowd, shaming them for their cowardice as he passed, and riding
+upon a knoll overlooking his disembarking men, cried out, in
+stentorian tones: 'Colonel A., have you your regiment formed?' 'In a
+moment, General,' was the reply. 'Be quick; time is precious; moments
+are golden.' 'I am ready now, General.' 'Forward--march!' was his
+command; and the gallant 6th Ohio was led quickly to the field.
+
+"That night Nelson asked Captain Gwynne, of the 'Tyler,' to send him a
+bottle of wine and a box of cigars; 'for to-morrow I will show you a
+man-of-war fight.'
+
+"During the night Buell came up and crossed the river, and by daylight
+next morning our forces attacked Beauregard, and then was fought the
+desperate battle of Shiloh. Up to twelve M. we had gained no decisive
+advantage; in fact, the desperate courage of the enemy had caused us
+to fall back. 'General Buell,' said my informant, 'now came to the
+front, and held a hasty consultation with his Generals. They decided
+to charge the rebels, and drive them back. Nelson rode rapidly to the
+head of his column, his gigantic figure conspicuous to the enemy in
+front, and in a voice that rang like a trumpet over the clangor of
+battle, he called for four of his finest regiments in succession--the
+24th Ohio, 36th Indiana, 17th Kentucky, and 6th Ohio. 'Trail arms;
+forward; double-quick--march;' and away, with thundering cheers, went
+those gallant boys. The brave Captain (now Brigadier-General) Terrell,
+who alone was left untouched of all his battery, mounted his horse,
+and, with wild huzzas, rode, with Nelson, upon the foe.
+
+"It was the decisive moment; it was like Wellington's 'Up, guards, and
+at them!' The enemy broke, and their retreat commenced. That was the
+happiest moment of my life when Nelson called my regiment to make that
+grand charge.
+
+"Let the country mourn the sad fate of General Nelson. He was a loyal
+Kentuckian; fought gallantly the battles of his Government; earned all
+his distinction by gallant deeds. All his faults were those of a
+commander anxious to secure the highest efficiency of his troops by
+the most rigid discipline of his officers, and in this severe duty he
+has, at last, lost his life.
+
+"His death, after all, was beautiful. He told Colonel Moody, in
+Nashville, that, though he swore much, yet he never went to bed
+without saying his prayers; and now, at last, we find him on his
+death-bed, not criminating or explaining, but seeking the consolations
+of religion. _Requiescat in pace!_"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+     Description of a Battle -- The 2d Ohio (Colonel Harris) at
+     Perryville -- Major-General McCook's Report -- Major-General
+     Rousseau's Report -- Sketch of Major-General A. McD. McCook.
+
+
+  "Then shook the hills with thunder riven,
+  Then rushed the steeds to battle driven,
+  And, louder than the bolts of heaven,
+  Far flashed the red artillery!"
+
+Many of you have, no doubt, looked upon the field of battle where
+contending hosts have met in deadly strife. But there are those whose
+eyes have never gazed upon so sad a sight; and to such I may be
+enabled to present a picture that will at best give you but a faint
+idea of the terrible reality of a fiercely-contested field.
+
+Imagine thousands upon thousands on either side, spreading over a vast
+expanse of ground, each armed with all the terrible machinery of
+modern warfare, and striving to gain the advantage of their opponents
+by some particular movement, studied long by those learned in the art
+of war.
+
+Then comes the clang of battle; steel meets steel, drinking the blood
+of contending foes. The sabers flash and glitter in the sunlight,
+descending with terrible force upon devoted heads, which were once
+pillowed on the bosoms of fond and devoted mothers. Jove's dread
+counterfeit is heard on every hand; the balls and shells go whistling
+and screaming by, the most terrible music to ears not properly attuned
+to the melody of war. Thousands sink upon the ground overpowered, to
+be trodden under foot of the flying steed, or their bones to be left
+whitening the incarnadined field. Blows fall thick and heavy on every
+hand. The cries of the wounded and the orders of the commanders mingle
+together; and, to the uninitiated, all appears "confusion worse
+confounded."
+
+But there is a method in all this _seeming_ madness; and that which
+appears confusion is the result of well-laid plans. But as there is
+"many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip," so there are slips in the
+actions of the best regulated armies. Gunpowder, shot, shell, and
+steel are not always to be implicitly relied upon: even they sometimes
+fail in carrying out what were conceded to be designs infallible; so
+true it is that "man proposes, _but God disposes_."
+
+It has been my province to witness battles wherein Western men were
+the heroes; and that Western men will fight, has been pretty well
+authenticated during the present war. I have noticed the brave conduct
+of the gallant troops, the fighting boys of the various regiments of
+the West, and have never known them to falter in the hour of danger.
+They left their homes totally uneducated in warfare; they are now
+veterans--each a hero.
+
+The conduct of the 2d Ohio at Perryville is spoken of thus by a
+correspondent:
+
+"The brigade of Len Harris was in the center, and met the shock
+simultaneously with the left and right. The whole brigade was in the
+open fields, with the rebels in the woods before them. Long and
+gallantly did they sustain their exposed positions. An Illinois
+regiment, of Terrell's brigade, flying from the field, ran through
+this brigade, with terrible cries of defeat and disaster; but the
+gallant boys of the 2d Ohio and 38th Indiana only laughed at them, as,
+lying down, they were literally run over by the panic-stricken
+Illinoisans. Hardly had they disappeared in the woods in Harris's rear
+when the rebels appeared in the woods in his front. At the same time
+Rousseau came galloping along the line, and they received him with
+cheers, and the rebels with a terrible fire. Terrible was the shock on
+this part of the line, but gallant was the resistance. Up the hill
+came the rebels, and made as gallant a charge as ever was met by brave
+men. But, O! so terrible and bloody was the repulse! Along the line of
+the 2d Ohio and 38th Indiana and Captain Harris's battery, I saw a
+simultaneous cloud of smoke arise. One moment I waited. The cloud
+arose, and revealed the broken column of rebels flying from the field,
+but, in the distance, a second rapidly advancing. The shout that arose
+from our men drowned the roar of cannon, and sent dismay into the
+retreating, broken column."
+
+In Major-General McCook's report of that battle, he says it was "_the
+bloodiest battle in modern times_ for the number of troops engaged on
+our side," and "the battle was principally fought by _Rousseau's
+division_; and if there are, or ever were, better soldiers than the
+old troops engaged, I have neither seen nor read of them." Speaking
+of the new troops, General McCook points out those under the command
+of Colonel Harris, saying: "For instance, in the Ninth Brigade, where
+the 2d and 33d Ohio, 68th Indiana, and 10th Wisconsin fought so well,
+I was proud to see the 94th and 98th Ohio vie with their brethren in
+deeds of heroism." The 94th and 98th were new troops, and the example
+of the old soldiers in Colonel Harris's brigade, and the distinguished
+courage and good judgment of the Colonel, gave them confidence, and
+they stood in the storm like veterans.
+
+
+GENERAL ROUSSEAU'S REPORT OF THE BATTLE.
+
+... "I then returned to Harris's brigade, hearing that the enemy was
+close upon him, and found that the 33d Ohio had been ordered further
+to the front by General McCook, and was then engaged with the enemy,
+and needed support. General McCook, in person, ordered the 2d Ohio to
+its support, and sent directions to me to order up the 24th Illinois
+also, Captain Mauf commanding. I led the 24th Illinois, in line of
+battle, immediately forward, and it was promptly deployed as
+skirmishers by its commander, and went gallantly into action, on the
+left of the 33d Ohio. The 2d Ohio, moving up to support the 33d Ohio,
+was engaged before it arrived on the ground where the 33d was
+fighting. The 38th Indiana, Colonel B. F. Scribner commanding, then
+went gallantly into action, on the right of the 2d Ohio. Then followed
+in support the 94th Ohio, Colonel Frizell. I wish here to say that
+this regiment, although new, and but few weeks in the service,
+behaved most gallantly, under the steady lead of its brave Colonel
+Frizell. Colonel Harris's whole brigade--Simonson's battery on its
+right--was repeatedly assailed by overwhelming numbers, but gallantly
+held its position. The 38th Indiana and 2d Ohio, after exhausting
+their ammunition and that taken from the boxes of the dead and wounded
+on the field, still held their position, as did also, I believe, the
+10th Wisconsin and 33d Ohio. For this gallant conduct these brave men
+are entitled to the gratitude of the country, and I thank them here,
+as I did on the field of battle....
+
+"I had an opportunity of seeing and knowing the conduct of Colonel
+Starkweather, of the Twenty-eighth Brigade, Colonel Harris, of the
+Ninth Brigade, and of the officers and men under their command, and I
+can not speak too highly of their bravery and gallantry on that
+occasion. They did, cheerfully and with alacrity, all that brave men
+could do...."
+
+"I herewith transmit the reports of Colonels Starkweather, Harris, and
+Pope, and also a list of casualties in my division, amounting, in all,
+to 1,950 killed and wounded. My division was about 7,000 strong when
+it went into the action. We fought the divisions of Anderson,
+Cheatham, and Buckner.
+
+"I am, very respectfully, your obedient servant,
+
+                                        "Lovell H. ROUSSEAU."
+
+
+It will not be amiss here to give a brief outline of the early
+history, coming down to a recent date, of the renowned hero,
+Major-General A. McD. McCOOK, United States Volunteers.
+
+He was born in Columbiana County, Ohio, April 22, 1831. At the age of
+sixteen he entered the Military Academy at West Point, as a cadet. He
+graduated in July, 1852, and was commissioned Brevet Second
+Lieutenant, in the 3d Regiment United States Infantry. After being
+assigned to duty for a few months, at Newport Barracks, Ky., he was
+ordered, in April, 1853, to join his regiment, then serving in the
+Territory of New Mexico. Here he remained nearly five years,
+constantly on active duty in the field, and participating in all the
+Indian campaigns on that wild and remote frontier. His long services
+and good conduct were mentioned in General Orders by Lieutenant-General
+Winfield Scott. In January, 1858, he was ordered from New Mexico to
+West Point, and assigned to duty in the Military Academy, as
+instructor in Tactics and the Art of War. On the breaking out of the
+rebellion he was relieved from duty there, and ordered, in April,
+1861, to Columbus, Ohio, to muster in volunteers. Before his arrival
+there he was elected Colonel of the 1st Ohio Volunteers, a
+three-months regiment, already on its way to the seat of war in
+Virginia; and hastening to join the command, to which he was elected
+without his knowledge or solicitation, soon had an opportunity of
+exhibiting those admirable qualities as a field-officer for which he
+has since become so justly distinguished. His coolness in the
+unfortunate affair at Vienna, and his consummate military skill in the
+management of his command at Bull Run, were universally commended. At
+the close of that eventful conflict he marched his regiment back to
+Centerville in the same good order in which it had left there, an
+honorable exception to the wide-spread confusion and disorder that
+prevailed elsewhere among the National forces.
+
+When the three-months troops were mustered out of the service he
+received permission to raise the 1st Regiment Ohio Volunteers, a
+three-years regiment; but on the 3d of September, 1861, and before
+his command was ready to take the field, he was appointed
+Brigadier-General of Volunteers, and assigned to command the advance
+of the Federal forces then in Kentucky, at Camp Nevin. Here, and at
+Green River, he organized his splendid Second Division, with which he
+afterward marched to Nashville, and thence toward the Tennessee River.
+
+On the 6th of April, 1862, alarmed by the sullen sound of distant
+artillery, and learning the precarious situation of Grant's army, he
+moved his division, over desperate roads, twenty-two miles, to
+Savannah, and there embarked on steamboats for Pittsburg Landing.
+After clearing a way with the bayonet through the army of stragglers
+that swarmed upon the bank of the river, soon after daylight on the
+morning of the 7th of April, the Second Division of the Army of the
+Ohio advanced through the sad scenes of our defeat the day before, and
+deployed, with stout hearts and cheers, upon the field of Shiloh.
+General McCook fought his troops that day with admirable judgment. He
+held them in hand; his line of battle was not once broken--it was not
+once retired; but was steadily and determinedly advanced until the
+enemy fled, and the reverse of the day before was more than redeemed
+by a splendid victory.
+
+In the movement on Corinth, a few weeks after the battle of Shiloh,
+General McCook had the honor of being in the advance of General
+Buell's army corps, and his skirmishers were among the first to scale
+the enemy's works.
+
+The rank of major-general of volunteers was soon after conferred upon
+him, in view of his distinguished services--a promotion not
+undeserved.
+
+After the evacuation of Corinth, the command of General McCook was
+moved through Northern Alabama to Huntsville, thence to Battle Creek,
+where his forces remained for two months, in front of Bragg's army at
+Chattanooga. Upon the withdrawal of Buell's army from Alabama and
+Tennessee, General McCook moved his division, by a long march of four
+hundred miles, back to Louisville.
+
+Here he was assigned to command the First Corps in the Army of the
+Ohio, and started on a new campaign, under Buell, in pursuit of Bragg.
+The enemy were met and engaged near Perryville, and two divisions of
+McCook's corps (one of them composed of raw recruits) bore the assault
+of almost the entire army of General Bragg. The unexpected and
+unannounced withdrawal of General Gilbert's forces on his right; the
+sad and early loss of those two noble soldiers, Terrell and Jackson,
+and the tardiness of reinforcements, made the engagement a desperate
+one, and resulted in a victory, incomplete but honorable, to the Union
+forces. After the battle of Chaplin Hills, Bragg's army, worn and
+broken, fled in dismay from Kentucky. The army corps of Major-General
+McCook was afterward moved to Nashville, and he assumed command of the
+Federal forces in that vicinity.
+
+On the 6th of November, 1862, on the arrival of Major-General
+Rosecrans, who succeeded Major-General Buell in command, General
+McCook was assigned to command the right wing in the Department of the
+Cumberland. On the 26th of December, 1862, the Army of the Cumberland
+moved from Nashville to attack the enemy in position in front of
+Murfreesboro. General McCook commanded the right. On the evening of
+December 30 the two armies were in line of battle, confronting each
+other. Rosecrans had massed his reserves on the left, to crush the
+rebel right with heavy columns, and turn their position. Bragg,
+unfortunately, learning of his dispositions during the night, massed
+almost his entire army in front of McCook, and in the gray of the
+following morning, and before we had attacked on the left, advanced
+with desperate fury upon the right wing. Outnumbered, outflanked, and
+overpowered, the right was forced to retire, not, however, until its
+line of battle was marked with the evidences of its struggle and the
+fearful decimation of the enemy. To check the advancing rebel masses,
+already flushed with anticipated victory, the Federal reserves moved
+rapidly to the rescue. The furious onslaught of the enemy was
+resisted, and the right and the fortunes of the day were saved.
+
+The rebels, whipped on the left and center, checked on the right,
+foiled in every attack, having lost nearly one-third of their numbers,
+fled from the field on the night of the 3d of January, and the
+victorious Union army advanced through their intrenchments into
+Murfreesboro. The great battle of Stone River, dearly won, and
+incomplete in its results, was yet a victory.
+
+The right was turned and forced to retire in the first day's fight.
+Whether this was attributable to accidental causes, that decide so
+many important engagements, or to the superior generalship of the
+rebel commander, it is at least certain that generalship was not
+wanting in the disposition of the forces under General McCook; nor was
+courage wanting in his troops.
+
+Major-General McCook now commands the Twentieth Army Corps.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+     Looking for the Body of a Dead Nephew on the Field of
+     Murfreesboro -- The 6th Ohio at Murfreesboro -- The Dead of
+     the 6th -- The 35th Indiana -- Putting Contrabands to Some
+     Service -- Anxiety of Owners to Retain their Slaves --
+     Conduct of a Mistress -- "Don't Shoot, Massa, here I Is!" --
+     Kidd's Safeguard -- "Always Been a Union Man" -- Negroes
+     Exhibiting their Preference for their Friends.
+
+
+On the gory field of Murfreesboro, upon the ushering in of the new
+year, many a noble life was ebbing away. It was a rainy, dismal night;
+and, on traversing that field, I saw many a spot sacred to the memory
+of my loved companions of the glorious 6th Ohio. I incidentally heard
+of the death of a nephew in that fight. I thought of his poor mother.
+How could I break the news to her! Yes, there was I, surrounded by
+hundreds of dead and wounded, _pitying the living_. O, how true it is
+that--
+
+  Death's swift, unerring dart brings to its victim calm and peaceful rest,
+  While those _who live_ mourn and live on--the arrow in their breast!
+
+With anxious haste I sought his body during that night. Many an
+upturned face, some with pleasing smile, and others with vengeance
+depicted, seemed to meet my gaze.
+
+Stragglers told me to go further to the left. "There's where
+Crittenden's boys gave 'em h--l!" Just to the right of the railroad I
+found young Stephens, of the 24th Ohio. His leg was shattered. He
+called me by name, and begged me to get him some water, as he was
+perishing. I went back to the river, stripped three or four dead of
+their canteens, and filled them, and returned. He told me that young
+Tommy Burnett was only wounded. He saw him carried back. This relieved
+my anxiety. The next day the dead were buried. There, amid the shot
+and shell and other _debris_ of the battle-field, the dead heroes of
+the 6th lie, until the last trump shall call.
+
+A few days afterward I met one of the officers of that regiment. Of
+him I eagerly inquired as to its fate. A tear fell from his manly eye
+as he exclaimed, "O, sad enough, Alf! Our boys were terribly cut up;
+but they fought like tigers--no flinching there; no falling out of
+line; shoulder to shoulder they stood amid the sheeted flame; and,
+though pressed by almost overwhelming numbers, no blanched cheek, no
+craven look, not the slightest token of fear was visible. The boys
+were there to do or die. They were Ohio boys, and felt a pride in
+battling for their country and her honor." And when I asked of names
+familiar, the loss, indeed, seemed fearful. "What became," said I, "of
+Olly Rockenfield?" "Dead!" was the reply. "And George Ridenour?"
+"Wounded--can not live!"
+
+Dave Medary, a perfect pet of the regiment, a boy so childlike, so
+quiet in his deportment, yet with as brave a heart as Julius
+Cæsar--LITTLE DAVE was killed! I saw his grave a few days after. It
+was half a mile to the left of the railroad; and, although it was
+January, the leaves of the prairie-rose were full and green, bending
+over him as if in mourning for the early dead.
+
+Jack Colwell--few of the typos of Cincinnati but knew Jack, or ADD, as
+he was frequently called--poor Jack died from want of attention! His
+wound was in the leg, below the knee. I saw him a week after the
+battle, and the ball was not yet extracted.
+
+Adjutant Williams, Lieutenant Foster, Captain McAlpin, Captain Tinker,
+Lieutenant Schaeffer, young Montaldo, Harry Simmonds, A. S. Shaw, John
+Crotty, and many others, were wounded or killed in the terrific storm
+of shot and shell sent by the rebel horde under Breckinridge. At one
+time every standard-bearer was wounded, and for a moment the flag of
+the 6th lay in the dust; but Colonel Anderson seized it and waved it
+in proud defiance, wounded though he was. The Colonel soon found
+claimants for the flag, and had to give it up to those to whose proud
+lot it fell to defend it.
+
+O! the wild excitement of a fight! How completely carried away men
+become by enthusiasm! They know no danger; they see none--are
+oblivious to every thing but _hope of victory_! Men behold their boon
+companions fall, yet onward they dash with closed ranks, themselves
+the next victims.
+
+There are few in the Army of the Cumberland who have not heard of the
+35th Indiana, commanded by Colonel Mullen, of Madison, and as fine an
+Irish regiment as ever trod the poetic sod of the Emerald Isle. On
+their march up from Huntsville, Alabama, toward Louisville, Kentucky,
+on the renowned parallel run between Buell and Bragg, the command were
+short of provisions. _Half-rations_ were considered a rarity. Father
+Cony, who is at all times assiduous in his duties to his flock, had
+called his regiment together, and was instilling into their minds the
+necessity of their trusting in Providence. He spoke of Jesus feeding
+the multitude upon three barley loaves and five small fishes. Just at
+this juncture an excitable, stalwart son of Erin arose and shouted:
+"Bully for him! He's the man we want for the _quarter-master of this
+regiment_!"
+
+Early in January General Rosecrans issued his orders that all the men
+that could possibly be spared from detail duty should be immediately
+placed into the ranks, and that negroes should be "conscripted" or
+captured to take their places as teamsters, blacksmiths, cooks, etc.
+By this means the Third Division of the Army of the Cumberland, then
+under General James B. Steadman, was increased eight hundred men--men
+acclimated--men who could shoulder a musket. This was all done in less
+than three weeks. The negroes were all taken from rebel plantations.
+
+One morning Colonel Vandeveer, of the 35th Ohio, commanding the Third
+Brigade, sent an orderly to my tent to inquire if I would not like to
+accompany an excursion into the enemy's country. As items were scarce,
+I at once assented; and, although scarce daybreak, off we went. The
+Colonel informed me that, as I was a good judge of darkeys, General
+Steadman had advised my going with the party.
+
+We called first at Mrs. Carmichael's, and got two boys, aged,
+respectively, fifteen and seventeen. Mrs. Carmichael begged, and,
+finally, wept quite bitterly at the prospect of losing her boys--said
+those were all she had left--(she had sent the others South). She
+plead with us not to take "them boys"--said "they wern't no
+account--couldn't do nothing nohow." But the _mother_ of these boys
+told our men a different story, and begged us to take the boys, "For,"
+said she, "dey does all de plantin' corn and tendin' in de feel. Dey's
+my chill'n, and if I never sees 'em agin, I want de satisfaction of
+knowin' _dey is free_!"
+
+Mrs. Carmichael's supplications for the negroes not to be taken from
+her were quite pitiful. She said they had been _allers_ raised _jest_
+like as they were her own flesh and blood, and she just _keered_ for
+'em the same. But, as Mrs. Carmichael had two sons in the rebel army,
+the boys were taken. Upon the first order to come with us they seemed
+delighted, which caused the mistress to become very wrathy. I told the
+boys to go to their cabin and get their blankets, as they would need
+them. Judge my surprise when this _kind-hearted_ woman, who had just
+informed me that she had "allers treated them boys as if they were her
+own flesh and blood"--this woman seized the blankets from the
+half-naked boys, and fairly shrieked at them: "You nasty, dirty little
+nigger thieves! if them Yankees want to steal you, let 'em find you in
+blankets; _I'm not a-going to do it!_" I merely inquired if that was
+the way in which she treated _her other children_--those in the REBEL
+_army_?
+
+From thence we went to Mrs. Kidd's, who had a husband and two sons in
+the rebel service. On our approach she endeavored to secrete some of
+the blacks, _but they_ wouldn't "_stay hid_." The cause of the visit
+was explained. The rebels had been driving most of the likely negroes
+South. They were using them against the Government; and it was
+thought, by some, that they might as well work for as _against_ the
+UNION. They were raising their crops, running their mills,
+manufacturing their army-wagons, etc., besides supporting the families
+of the rebels, thus placing every able-bodied white man of the South
+in the hands of the government. The Federal service needed teamsters
+and hospital nurses and cooks.
+
+Mrs. Kidd seemed quite a reasonable woman--said she thought she
+understood the policy of the North, and that the South knew that
+_slavery_ was their strength. I made the remark, that, probably, if
+her husband knew she would be left without help, perhaps he would be
+induced to return and respect the old flag that had at all times,
+while he was loyal to it, defended him.
+
+This little speech on my part elicited a rejoinder from a young miss,
+a daughter of Mrs. Kidd, sixteen or seventeen years of age, who
+flirted around, and with a nose that reached the altitude of at least
+"eighty-seven" degrees, exclaimed--
+
+"I don't want my PAR nor my brothers to come home not till every one
+of you _Yankees_ is driven from our sile!"
+
+Some of the boys were busy hunting for a secreted negro, one whom this
+young lady had stored away for safety. A soldier opened a smoke-house
+door, at which the young Secesh fairly yelled--
+
+"There aint no nigger there! You Yankees haint a bit o' sense! You
+don't know a smoke-house from a hut, nohow!"
+
+Supposing the negro, who we felt almost sure was there, might possibly
+have escaped, we were about retiring with those already collected,
+when I suggested, loud enough for any one to hear about the building,
+that the whole squad should pour a volley through that rickety old
+dormer-window that projected from the room, when, much to our
+astonishment, and amid roars of laughter, appeared a woolly head,
+white eye-balls distended, the darkey yelling loud and fast--
+
+"DON'T SHOOT, MASSA! don't shoot! HERE I IS! I's a comin'! De missus
+made me clime on dis roof. I wants to go wid you folks anyhow!"
+
+Mr. Crossman's plantation was then visited; but, as the rebels had
+driven him away because of his Unionism, and taken his horses, his
+property was undisturbed by us.
+
+From thence we visited Nolinsville--met a gang of twenty
+"likely-looking boys," stout, healthy fellows, who had clubbed
+together to come to the Union camp. They told us the rebs were only
+four miles off, "scriptin' all the niggers dar was in de fields, and
+a-runnin' 'em South." These were added to our stock in trade.
+
+On our way back, a couple of old, sour-looking WOMEN were standing on
+the steps that were built for them to _climb_ a _fence_, who, seeing
+so many blacks, inquired what we were taking them for. "To work," was
+the reply. "The rebels were about to run them South, and we wanted
+them to work for us."
+
+"Now who told you that?" they inquired.
+
+"The negroes themselves, madam. Many of them came voluntarily, to
+escape being sent South."
+
+"O, yes! you Federals git your information from the _niggers
+altogether_."
+
+"Yes, madam!" facetiously replied Captain Dickerson, of the 2d
+Minnesota Regiment, "that's a fact. All the _reliable_ information
+does come from them."
+
+On our homeward trip we called at what is known as "Kidd's Mills,"
+between Concord Church and Nolinsville. There were there quite a
+number employed upon the lumber and grist. A selection was made from
+the lot. They _all_ wanted to come, but some were too young, and
+others too _old_.
+
+Old man Kidd said he had a "safeguard from the Gineral. The Gineral
+had been up to see his darters, Delilah and Susan, and give him a
+safeguard." Upon examination it was found to be a mere request.
+Requests don't stand in military (not arbitrary enough). Then the old
+man declared he had always been a Union man--"allers said this war
+wern't no good--that the South had better stand by the old flag."
+
+I at once told him if _such was the case_ he was all right--to just
+get his horse and come with me, and if he had "_allers_" been a
+"_Union man_" or a non-combatant, why, they would all be returned to
+him.
+
+The negroes were grouped around with anxious faces, and with rather
+astonished looks; and, as Mr. Kidd went to the stable, a venerable,
+white-haired old darkey, who had been told to stand back--he was too
+old to join the Union teamsters--came forward, and begged to be taken.
+"Why, I does heap o' work. I tends dis mill; I drives a team fustrate.
+_Please take de ole man_, and let him _die free_!"
+
+Another negro, too old to take, spoke up and said: "What was dat de
+old man Kidd told you?"
+
+"Why," I replied, "he said he had always been a Union man."
+
+"DE LOR' BRESS MY SOUL! Did he say dat _he_ was a Union man?"
+
+"Yes!"
+
+"Well! well! well! Dat he was a Union man! Well! well! well! And he's
+gwine to de Gineral for to tell him dat; and dat ole man is a member
+ob de Church! Well! well! well! Why, look heah, my Men', when de rebs
+was here only a few weeks ago--when dey was here, dat ole man got on
+his white hoss, and took de seceshum flag, and rode, and rode, and
+waved dat rebel flag and shouted, and more dan hollered for Jeff
+Davis, and _now_ he Union man! He wants de Gineral to gib up dese here
+colored people--_dat's what's de matter wid him_!"
+
+In an hour after we arrived in camp, sure enough, the old Kidd and
+other parties were there, expecting or hoping to get their darkeys
+back; but General Steadman told them if the negroes _wished_ to
+return, they could do so, but, if they chose rather to work for "UNCLE
+SAM," why, his orders were to use them.
+
+"Well, _Gineral_, you just tell my niggers that they can go home with
+me," said Kidd.
+
+"O! they can if they want to." So, out goes Kidd, smiling as a "basket
+of chips."
+
+"Boys, the Gineral says you can all go home _with me_."
+
+"IF YOU WANT TO," was my addition _to his sentence_.
+
+Not a negro stirred from the line. After a brief consultation, in an
+under tone, at which Kidd, I noticed, was becoming very impatient,
+Kidd broke the quietude by saying:
+
+"Come on, boys--come, Jim."
+
+Jim looked over to Bob and said: "Bob, what are you going to do?"
+
+"Me! Ise gwine to stay for de UNION!"
+
+Old man Kidd looked beaten. "Well, Jim, what will _you_ do?"
+
+"O! I does what Bob does!"
+
+_This same old Kidd_ had been in the habit of going over the country
+enlisting recruits for the rebel service--telling them that he was an
+old man, or he would go himself; that the old folks expected to be
+taxed to take care of the soldiers' families; that if they wanted corn
+or any thing from his mill, while they were in the army, to come and
+get it. By such language he induced several men, who had only small
+families, to enlist. One of them was indebted to Kidd about thirteen
+dollars, and after he had been in the army a month or two, Kidd dunned
+him for the old bill, remarking:
+
+"Well, John, you're in the army now, gittin' your regular pay
+now--guess you can pay that little bill now, can't you?"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+     Cutting Down a Rebel's Reserved Timber -- Home again --
+     Loomis and his Coldwater Battery -- Secession Poetry --
+     Heavy Joke on an "Egyptian" Regiment.
+
+
+Just after General Schofield took command of the Third Division, Roddy
+Patterson, aided by a division of infantry, made his appearance near
+our camp, and, as we were weak in numbers, fortifications were erected
+in every direction, trenches dug, and efforts made to place the troops
+in the best trim to give the rebs a "fine reception."
+
+There was one splendid piece of timber-land that might possibly come
+in possession of the rebels and do us much mischief. General Schofield
+ordered it cleared, and soon twelve hundred axes were resounding
+through the vast forest, and Abe's rail-splitters were at work forming
+"abatis" from the fallen trees, while earthworks commanding the
+position were soon erected.
+
+Captain Stinchcomb was the provost-marshal of the division, and old
+man Jordan was in the habit of going to him with all his grievances.
+The soldiers had made an awful gap in his _reserved_ timber before he
+found it out; but, as soon as he did so, he made for head-quarters,
+and found the Captain at dinner.
+
+
+_Scene I--Act 1--Enter Old Man._
+
+"Look a-heah, Gineral Stinchcomb, them boys of yourn is cuttin' all my
+timber down!"
+
+Captain Stinchcomb, affecting great surprise, exclaimed, "Is it
+possible! is it possible!"
+
+"Y-a-a-a-s; all my _resarve, too_! There! there! do you hear that?
+Them's trees a-fallin', and them's the boys yellin' as they fall."
+
+"What are they cutting them for, Mr. Jordan?"
+
+"God only knows! I don't. I think just for to be doin' mischief.
+_Nauen_ else in this world."
+
+"Why didn't you stop them?" inquired Stinchcomb.
+
+"O! kase I was afeared. There! there! do you hear that agin? Them's my
+trees!"
+
+"Well, you'd better go right down and order them to stop."
+
+"O, no, Gineral. It wouldn't do a bit of good. Them there boys would
+_just cuss the life out of me_. They only laugh at me. Won't you
+please go and have it stopped? Won't you?"
+
+Suffice it to say, when Captain S. got there _it was too late_.
+
+There are many little incidents connected with the army, which, being
+jotted down in my "day-book," during service, belong to the public.
+
+"Home Again" is a song ever joyous to the soldier, and I remember a
+little incident in relation to that song and a serenading party of
+"young and festive cusses" belonging to Uncle Sam's service.
+
+There is residing near Murfreesboro a Secession family consisting of a
+rebel widow and four sprightly daughters.
+
+Now, our "blue-coats" are proverbial for their gallantry in presence
+of the ladies, and the Secesh girls smile as benignly upon a Federal
+soldier, if he be good-looking, as they would upon the most ultra
+fire-eater of the South. The mothers don't like this--but mothers
+can't help themselves in many instances. Our boys will visit and enjoy
+a lively chat with the girls whenever occasion offers. A quartette, of
+fine vocal abilities, belonging to the gallant Rousseau's division,
+had practiced several beautiful ballads, preparatory to a grand
+serenade to the daughters of the buxom widow.
+
+Night threw her mantle o'er the earth just as the serenaders started
+upon their expedition. Arriving in dew course of time, they commenced
+their melodies. The moon was peeping out from behind the far-distant
+hill as they commenced,
+
+  "Roll on, silver moon,"
+
+at which I suggested to the party there should be a big premium, just
+now, on "_silver_ moons." The serenaders smiled grimly, in token of
+admiration of the "_goak_," and commenced--
+
+  "Thine eyes, like the stars that are gleaming,
+     Have entered the depths of my soul."
+
+Now, the repetition of "my soul" sounded to me exactly like mice-hole,
+and I suggested the propriety of substituting a rat-hole, at which
+several became wrathy, and proposed a mustard-plaster for my head.
+
+The young ladies, aroused from their nocturnal slumbers, glided like
+sylphs to the windows, and threw several bouquets to the "gallant
+choristers," after the reception of which, and sundry pressures to
+fond hearts of the "beautiful flowers," the quartette commenced the
+song of "Home Again," etc., and
+
+  "O, it fills my soul with joy, to meet my friends once more."
+
+This brought the widow to the window, who, hastily flinging back the
+shutter, screamed out, at the top of her voice: "If it will give you
+Yankees any greater joy to get home than it will me, I hope to
+gracious you'll stop your confounded noise and go home and meet your
+friends, for you've got none here."
+
+This was a bomb-shell thrown right at the party, and such a crouching
+down and gradual sliding off you can scarcely imagine. To be led, as
+'t were, to the seventh heaven of bliss by the fair daughters'
+presentation of beautiful bouquets, and then to have all their hopes
+blasted by the termagant voice of the mamma! If any of my readers ever
+visit Rousseau's division and inquire for the serenaders, my word for
+it, the gentlemen concerned will have no recollection of the serenade.
+
+Colonel Loomis, whose name is now engraven in history, and whose
+battery is mentioned with pride everywhere in the Army of the
+Cumberland, was, during the Virginia campaign, _Captain_ Loomis. He
+was late Chief of Artillery upon Rousseau's staff. Captain Loomis,
+with his train, arrived in Cincinnati one Sunday morning, on his way
+to the Army of Virginia. Upon each caisson and every piece of
+artillery was plainly painted "Coldwater Battery."
+
+Services in a church on Sixth Street were just concluded, and the
+warlike array attracted the congregation's attention, and the rather
+splendid figure of the young though "venerable-looking" Captain Loomis
+demanded a large share of attention. The pastor of the church
+introduced himself, spoke with admiration of the fine appearance of
+the Captain's men, etc., and, with a hearty pressure of the hand,
+remarked:
+
+"Captain Loomis, yours is a noble motto; stick to that, stick to that,
+my young soldier. You have many hardships to undergo, but your
+glorious motto of COLD WATER will carry you safely through."
+
+Loomis, for the first time, caught the idea of the parson, but was too
+courteous to undeceive the preacher by informing him that his battery
+was raised in the town of Coldwater, Michigan. I have spent many a
+pleasant hour with the Captain, but never could "see" the "cold water"
+part of his battery.
+
+A very pretty and pathetic little poem was handed me by one of
+Secessia's daughters, upon a prolific theme, entitled
+
+
+THE DYING SOLDIER.
+
+    My noble commander! thank God, you have come;
+    You know the dear ones who are waiting at home,
+    And O! it were dreadful to die here alone,
+    No hand on my brow, and my comrades all gone.
+
+    I thought I would die many hours ago,
+    And those who are waiting me never could know
+    That here, in the faith of its happier years,
+    My soul has not wandered one moment from theirs.
+
+    The dead were around; but my soul was away
+    With the roses that bloom round my cottage to-day.
+    I thought that I sat where the jessamine twines,
+    And gathered the delicate buds from the vines.
+
+    And there--like a bird that had folded its wings,
+    At home, 'mid the smile of all beautiful things,
+    With sweet words of welcome, and kisses of love--
+    Was one I will miss in yon heaven above.
+
+    By the light that I saw on her radiant brow,
+    She watches and waits there and prays for me now.
+    My captain, bend low; for this poor, wounded side
+    Is draining my heart of its last crimson tide.
+
+    Some day, when you leave this dark place, and go free,
+    You will meet a fair girl--she will question of me!
+    She has kissed this bright curl, as it lay on my head;
+    When it goes back alone, she will know I am dead.
+    And tell her the soul, which on earth was her own,
+    Is waiting and weeping in heaven alone.
+
+    MY MOTHER! God help her! Her grief will be wild
+    When she hears the mad Hessians have murdered her child;
+    But tell her 'twill be one sweet chime in my knell,
+    That the flag of the South now waves where I fell!
+
+    It is well, it is well, thus to die in my youth,
+    A martyr to Freedom and Justice and Truth!
+    Farewell to earth's hopes--precious dreams of my heart--
+    My life's going out; but my love shall depart,
+    On the wings that my soul has unfurled,
+    Going up, soft and sweet, to that beautiful world.
+
+
+A JOKE ON AN "EGYPTIAN" REGIMENT.
+
+A well-known commander was drilling a brigade at "Kripple Kreek," a
+short time since, and in it was a slim portion of the "1159th"
+Illinois. Quite a large number of this regiment have deserted upon
+every occasion offered, the men generally being very inattentive. The
+commanding officer of "all that is left of them" was severely
+censured, the other day, for dereliction of duty. The General swore by
+the Eternal he wished the Colonel of the "1159th" would "_go home_ and
+join his regiment."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+     General Turchin -- Mrs. General Turchin in Command of the
+     Vanguard of the 19th Illinois -- The 18th Ohio at Athens --
+     Children and Fools always Tell the Truth -- Picket Talk --
+     About Soldiers Voting -- Captain Kirk's Line of Battle.
+
+
+It is well known by all that General Turchin has been fully
+vindicated. Captain Heaton, of Columbiana County, who was an
+eye-witness of his trial, and who knew the noble Russian, said to me,
+in speaking of this gallant soldier, "He looked like a lion among a
+set of jackals!" General Turchin was basely persecuted. He came out of
+the ordeal unscathed. The correspondent of the _Gazette_, who was in
+Huntsville, gave an account of affairs under Rousseau, who was as
+rigid in the punishment of rebels as Mitchel was before him. The
+court-martial convened to try Turchin for _punishing traitors_ bid
+fair to last for months, under Buell's management.
+
+Mrs. Turchin, before the arrest of her husband, had been making the
+campaign of Northern Alabama in his company, enduring, with the utmost
+fortitude, and for weeks together, all the hardships incident to a
+soldier's life. To ride on horseback, forty or fifty miles per day,
+was to her a mere matter of amusement, and in the recent march of the
+19th Illinois, from Winchester to Bellefonte, she is said to have
+taken command of the vanguard, and to have given most vigorous and
+valuable directions for driving off and punishing the infamous
+bushwhackers who infested the road. These and similar things had so
+much excited the admiration of Colonel Turchin's men, that they would
+have followed his gallant lady into the field of battle with all the
+enthusiasm that fired the hearts of the French chivalry when gathered
+around the standard of the Maid of Orleans. As soon as Colonel Turchin
+was arrested, Mrs. Turchin suddenly disappeared. The next that was
+heard from her she was in Washington City; and now the story goes,
+that when she left the South she hastened to Chicago, enlisted the
+sympathies of noble-hearted men in the cause of her husband,
+prevailing upon a delegation of noble Illinoisans to accompany her to
+Washington, and, with their assistance, secured the confirmation of
+the Colonel as a brigadier-general of volunteers. Truly, in the
+lottery matrimonial, Colonel Turchin had the fortune to draw an
+invaluable prize.
+
+All that has been alleged against Generals Turchin and Mitchel
+authorizing the sacking of Athens, Alabama, appears to have reacted;
+and, except General Rousseau, they were the most popular officers in
+that region.
+
+The 18th Ohio was stationed at Athens, and encamped upon the
+fair-grounds. Here they were assailed by Scott's rebel cavalry. They
+resisted for some hours, when, learning through their scouts that an
+overwhelming force of the enemy were advancing against them, they
+thought best to retire, which they did in good order. As they passed
+through the town, on their way to Huntsville, some rash, inconsiderate
+rebel sympathizers jeered at and insulted them, cheering lustily for
+Jeff Davis and the Southern Confederacy. One or two of them, also,
+seized their guns, and when the rebel forces made their appearance,
+joined them in pursuit of our soldiers. A feeling of vindictive wrath
+sprang up in the minds of the boys of the 18th, and when they met the
+19th Illinois and other troops, who, under command of Colonel Turchin,
+were coming to the rescue, they naturally magnified their own loss,
+and told the rescuers exaggerated stories of the manner in which they
+had been treated by the citizens of Athens.
+
+Under those circumstances the whole force re-entered the town, driving
+the rebels before them, and, in the midst of great excitement, vowing
+vengeance. Then came the inevitable result: some good soldiers were
+carried away into acts of unwarrantable violence, and a few
+unprincipled scoundrels seized upon the opportunity to plunder,
+pilfer, and steal. But the mass of the forces entered the place under
+the impression (as appears from the testimony before the
+court-martial) that it was to be sacked and burned, as a just and
+proper military punishment. This impression was, unfortunately, not
+corrected by Colonel Turchin, because it was, in all probability,
+unknown to him. It arose, no doubt, from the fact that a general order
+had been issued, or, as reported, was about to be issued, denouncing,
+in severe terms, all citizens who should fire upon, or in any way
+molest our troops, and threatening both them and their property with
+destruction. Such a proclamation or order was, in fact, issued about
+this time.
+
+Notwithstanding it was generally understood that the plundering of
+Athens was permitted, at least three-fourths of the soldiers
+voluntarily abstained from laying their hands upon a single dollar's
+worth of private property.
+
+Now, as to the outrages themselves, I unhesitatingly pronounce that
+they have been greatly exaggerated. To say that the town was in any
+way "ruined" is simply an exhibition of ignorance on the part of those
+who are not acquainted with the facts, and a falsehood on the part of
+those who are.
+
+Some three or four stores were broken into, and the most valuable part
+of the merchandise abstracted; the contents of the apothecary's shop
+were badly injured, and articles of value were taken from at least a
+dozen houses; some thousands of dollars' worth of horses, mules, and
+"niggers" were taken out of the town and suburbs; two or three
+scoundrels abused the persons of as many colored women; and this was
+the extent of the "ruin" inflicted upon Athens. I visited it more than
+a month ago. I saw no sign of "ruin," dissolution, or decay, and I am
+too good a friend of the Athenians not to say that I consider their
+beautiful town as being to-day the most flourishing in all North
+Alabama; and if a citizen from any other place, especially from
+Huntsville, should go to Athens and say otherwise, nothing but the
+presence of the military would prevent him from getting a thrashing
+upon the spot.
+
+It is an old and trite saying, that "children and fools always tell
+the truth." Captain Moar and Lieutenant Wood, of General Steadman's
+staff, went out with a full expedition. It was under Colonel Bishop,
+of the 2d Minnesota; but these staff officers preceded the party. We
+arrived at the proposed field, where we were to bivouac for the night.
+A house was near, and Colonel Moar proposed to go there and order
+supper. There were four females in the house. All pretended to be glad
+to receive us. We brought them sugar and coffee, articles they had not
+enjoyed for over a year. While supper was preparing, Lieutenant Wood,
+seeing a very pretty little girl, said to her, "Come here, sissy."
+
+The child reluctantly advanced, and as the Lieutenant placed her upon
+his knee, the little innocent looked up and said, "I HATE YANKEES!"
+
+The mother tried to catch the eye of the child.
+
+Lieutenant Wood said, "O, no, you don't!"
+
+"Yes, I do," reiterated the child.
+
+"Why, sissy, what makes you hate Yankees?"
+
+"_'Cause mother told me I must_," was the child's reply.
+
+The mother blushed crimson, and said, very confusedly, "WHY, HATTIE! I
+NEVER!"
+
+
+PICKET TALK.
+
+I have often heard pickets chaff one another. Just after the capture
+of New Orleans, one of our boys, on picket duty, as light dawned,
+discovered a rebel just lighting his breakfast-fire up a ravine. Our
+picket called out to the rebel to stop building fires and come over
+and take breakfast with him. The rebel replied:
+
+"No, I shan't, You haven't got any coffee."
+
+"Yes, I have," says the Union soldier.
+
+"Well, you haven't any sugar?"
+
+"Yes, we have. We've got _Orleans_."
+
+The man who makes the assertion that our boys in the field, when
+called upon to vote on resolutions, are influenced by fear of
+officers, _is most grossly mistaken_. Why, your American soldier is
+the most independent "cuss" in the world; and if a regiment is in
+line, and asked to vote, you may rest assured they vote as they
+please, and are governed by the dictates of their own consciences. The
+great address that was sent from the army was voted upon in this way:
+The regiments were drawn up in line, the address read, and the
+color-bearers were asked, "Do you indorse the address to which you
+have listened?" From every one came the hearty "I do!" when the colors
+were ordered two paces front. The regiments then voted on the address,
+the "ayes" stepping out in line with the colors, and, if there had
+been any "noes," they were to stand fast; but I have yet to hear of
+the man who did so. They rallied on their colors to a man, and stood
+with an unbroken front.
+
+During the fight this side of Chapel Hill, Captain Kirk, one of the
+General's aids, seeing two rebels a little way off, on a by-road, put
+spurs to horse and gave chase. We all watched him very eagerly until
+he ascended the hill, when three more rebs joined the two, and made a
+stand. Kirk, thinking discretion the better part of valor, reined in
+his horse, when, to the infinite amusement of the staff, young Lu.
+Steadman (a son of the General, and, though but sixteen years of age,
+a gallant boy) exclaimed: "Father, father, look yonder; _Kirk has
+formed a line of battle!_" It is scarcely necessary to say that Kirk
+soon changed his base on a _double-quick_.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+     Comic Scenes -- Importation of Yankees -- Wouldn't Go Round
+     -- Major Boynton and the Chicken -- Monotony of Camp Life --
+     Experience on a Scouting Expedition -- Larz Anderson, Esq.,
+     in Camp -- A Would-be Secessionist Caught in his Own Trap --
+     Guthrie Gray Bill of Fare for a Rebel "Reception" -- Pic
+     Russell among the Snakes.
+
+
+                              Army of the Cumberland, Third Division,
+                              Camp near Triune, Tenn., _May 2, 1863_.
+
+"What will become of all of us women?" said an excited female to
+Colonel Vandeveer, one morning. "The States-rights men 'scripted all
+the young men, and you are drivin' all the old away. What will we
+ladies do?"
+
+"Import Yankees," was the gallant Colonel's reply.
+
+"We are raising a big stock especially for this market, and can spare
+any quantity."
+
+"O! but Yankees don't suit us; we'd rather have our own people," was
+Secesh's reply.
+
+"O! if that's the case, you women had better use your influence to get
+the traitors to lay down their arms and return to their homes, and
+behave themselves as honest men should, and that will end this little
+dispute, and you can have all the men you want."
+
+"Well, Colonel, we are all tired of this war, and would be mighty glad
+to know our kinfolks were on their way home; but it will be mighty
+grindin' to 'em to have to come back and acknowledge that they
+couldn't lick you Yankees."
+
+Deserters from the rebel army, I am told by citizens, are fast making
+their appearance wherever they can get the protection of our forces,
+and as we advance they will no doubt increase.
+
+The provost-marshal of the division was kept busy administering the
+oath to those who came in from the surrounding country to Triune. Many
+very laughable incidents occurred at the swearing-in.
+
+One long, lean, lank specimen of the rebel order came up to Captain
+Stinchcomb, who was proposing the oath.
+
+"Hallo, mister, are you the captain of these ridgements around here?
+Dr. Wilson, my neighbor over across Spring Bottom, said I must come
+over to the feller what swored in folks, and get the Constitution, and
+keep it as long as you folks staid around here."
+
+
+WOULDN'T GO ROUND.
+
+Captain Airhardt, who was well known as the Topographical Engineer of
+this division, and one of the best-natured men in the world, was
+engaged in strengthening the fortifications around the camp near
+Triune, and in doing so had occasion to use some fifty men from the 2d
+Minnesota. As the boys had worked faithfully for four hours, the
+Captain thought he would issue a ration of whisky to each, and, not
+having any himself, he borrowed some from General Steadman's tent,
+without leave, from a keg the General had been keeping for his own
+medical purposes. He drew off about a gallon. The boys were drawn up
+in line, and the Captain commenced the issue, and as each man
+received his portion he was ordered to fall out. They did so, however,
+seeking the first opportunity to retire to the other end of the line,
+and again resume a position in the ranks. The Captain went after
+reinforcements of the _creature comfort_ from the before-mentioned
+keg, and the _reinstated_ members of the ditch-diggers were again
+ready for active service.
+
+This state of things continued as long as the whisky lasted, and as
+the Captain handed the last ration, he looked at the few remaining
+boys, whom he supposed would have to go without any, and expressed his
+sorrow that he _hadn't enough to go round_. The fact was, every body
+had had at least three drinks.
+
+I spent a very pleasant evening among a party of ladies who reside
+near our camp. Our officers are very attentive to them, and the ladies
+seem thankful for the protection. The house was furnished in elegant
+style. We had music, songs, and an elocutionary entertainment; every
+thing passing off pleasantly. As I am above suspicion myself, I may
+remark that I fear for the hearts of several of this brigade. Mine is
+already engaged; had it not been, I could not swear to the
+consequences of that visit. One really pretty specimen of Secesh sang
+"The Bonnie Blue Flag," by particular desire. She acknowledged she
+used to go it strong for dissolution, but let us hope she is becoming
+enlightened.
+
+[Illustration: Runaway scrape in Virginia. See page 76.]
+
+
+MAJOR BOYNTON AND THE CHICKEN.
+
+Miss Mollie Jordan is a peculiar specimen of _ye Southern maiden_. I
+heard a good story illustrative of her rebellious nature some time
+ago:
+
+Our troops were then stationed at Concord Church, and, in their
+peregrinations for fodder, came out this way, and, among other things,
+took off several contrabands belonging to Miss Mollie. Some time
+afterward she rode into camp and inquired for Colonel Vandeveer, and
+riding right up to him, she said, "How do, Colonel?" The Colonel
+tipped his hat, _a la militaire_, in token of recognition. "Colonel,
+you've been out our way and stole all my niggers, and I've just ridden
+into camp to see if you would be magnanimous enough to lend me my
+blacksmith to shoe this horse?"
+
+The Colonel assisted her in alighting; had her boy hunted up, and the
+horse shod.
+
+Dinner being ready, the lady was invited to partake of the repast;
+and, as she noticed a chicken upon the table almost as large as a
+turkey, she looked across at the Colonel, and then at the good-looking
+Major Boynton, and inquired whom she was dining with.
+
+"O, with the Major, Miss. Why did you ask?" said the Colonel.
+
+"I merely wished to know who stole my chickens; for those were
+particular pets of mine, and the only ones of that breed in the
+country."
+
+The reader can imagine the laugh that took place at the Major's
+expense. As a matter of course, neither the Major nor the Colonel knew
+any thing as to where the servant-man had _bought_ the fowls.
+
+The Tennessee cavalry were out again yesterday, with Colonel Brownlow,
+and touched up the Alabamians. They brought in six prisoners. The
+rebels massed their men and undertook to charge us, but our Tennessee
+boys stood their ground, and the rebels backed out. They outnumbered
+us three to one; but they were not aware of that, or perhaps they
+would have given us fits. Now Brownlow is a daring, dashing fellow,
+and, in fact, all the officers and men seem made of the same material.
+
+I suppose you will begin to think I've got cavalry on the brain, I
+talk so much of those boys; but they, at present, are the only ones
+out this way doing the fighting. When this bully division of infantry
+does go in, you can depend upon it somebody will get hurt.
+
+All the regiments are quartered in elegant little pup-tents, as they
+call them. These tents are handsomely sheltered with evergreens and
+various bushes, presenting a picturesque appearance. The Lancaster,
+Chillicothe, and Cincinnati boys are vieing with each other as to who
+shall have the neatest camp.
+
+A chicken-fight is to take place this evening between two game-cocks.
+One is owned by the fat boy of the 35th, the other by the new
+grocery-keeper of this brigade--he with the yellow vest and
+spectacles. Spectacles can whip fat boy, sure, so I must hurry up to
+see it done. We are striving our best to break up this love of cruel
+sports, but fear our efforts will be fruitless.
+
+The weather is delightful; garden truck is progressing finely; the
+wheat and oat-fields are waving delightfully, while the corn is
+becoming like a man drinking whisky--_elevated_. With the above horrid
+joke I close.
+
+Yours, dismally, till I see my love,
+
+                                        Alf.
+
+
+REMINISCENCE OF CAMP LIFE IN VIRGINIA, IN 1861.
+
+                              Camp Beverly, Va., _July 31, 1861_.
+
+A soldier's life becomes irksome when he is encamped for any great
+length of time at any one point. A change of scenery, or the busy
+bustle of a march, wearisome though it be, makes the hours pass
+lightly. This is our eighth day at this place, and beautiful though
+the surroundings are, yet they begin to weary the eye. The boys want
+action, and if no prospect of a fight is here, they wish for still
+further progress.
+
+The chief product of this never-ending and infernal mountainous region
+seems to be rain and ignorant people. It rains from Monday till
+Saturday, and commences fresh on Sunday; and if you put a question of
+the most commonplace order, the only answer you are likely to receive
+is the vacant stare of those you speak to. The first relief to this
+monotony occurred a few days since. Captain Bracken, editor of the
+Indianapolis _Sentinel_, who is in command of a splendid cavalry
+company, sent me an invitation to accompany him upon a scouting
+excursion, as a number of houses in the vicinity needed a little
+examination; so, accompanied by his two lieutenants and our gallant
+Major, Alex. Christopher, together with the ever-affable Andy Hall,
+the scouts, mounted upon as fine horses as could be selected by
+Captain Bracken, started jovially on duty. "_Now up the mead, now down
+the mead_," and then over hill and dale they sped. Soon the outer
+pickets were passed, and we were in the enemy's country, where, 'tis
+said, the faster your horse travels the less likelihood there is of
+being shot by guerrillas. In the course of the afternoon we visited
+several houses, at one of which quite a quantity of contraband stuff
+was found, _which was placed in our canteens_.
+
+At dusk we commenced a homeward tramp; and having to pass a house in
+which I had previously enjoyed the hospitality of its inmates, I
+alighted to refresh myself with a cool drink of water, the balance of
+the party going on. I had but just mounted my horse, when he took
+fright, and in a moment he was beyond control. Your humble servant
+clung with tenacity to the brute, and although I told him to "whoa,"
+he wouldn't do it. Now he takes a by-road; away he flies with
+lightning speed; 'tis getting dark, and the _fool horse_ is running
+further and further from camp. I tried kicking the animal so as to
+induce him to believe that it was me that was forcing him to his
+utmost speed, but 't was no go. Then, as I came near falling, I
+"_affectionately_" threw my arms around his neck, thinking, if life
+was spared, what a fine item this runaway would make. In vain I tried
+kicks, seesawing, jerks, coaxing, whoaing; in despair, I gave a loose
+hold of the reins to the runaway, hoping he would get tired,
+endeavoring, however, to keep him in the middle of the road. He jumped
+ditches, turned curves, until I began to think I would make a good
+circus performer, and eventually hire out to John Robinson, if safely
+delivered from this perilous expedition. At last he took me off my
+guard: turning abruptly to the left on a by-road, your correspondent
+went to the right, heels up in the air for a brief space--in fact, a
+balloon ascension; the balloon's burst was the next vivid thing in my
+mind, for I remembered scratching in the air, and then an almost
+instantaneous collision with mother Earth, alighting upon the right
+side of my head, from which the blood gushed in a slight attempt at a
+deluge. As luck would have it, some friendly folks came to my rescue,
+and bathed my head with camphor; I remounted, and, in a few minutes,
+met my companions, who were in search for me. They wet my lips with
+some of that stuff in the canteens. On arriving at camp, and sending
+for a surgeon, my wounds were dressed. A broken bone in my right hand,
+a terrific black eye and disfigured forehead, a sprained leg and
+battered side were the result of my excursion. This is the first
+letter I have been able to write since.
+
+Last Saturday the whole regiment was in the finest spirits at seeing
+among us the kindly face of Cincinnati's universally-beloved citizen,
+Larz Anderson, and it did one good to see the hearty shake of hands
+our gallant officers and men gave him. He leaves for home to-day,
+laden with, no doubt, messages of love to many. God bless and speed
+him on his journey.
+
+Captain Burdsall arrived to-day from Cheat Mountain. His command will
+remain here a few days, acting as mounted scouts. The Captain received
+a serious kick from his horse a week or two ago, and has been confined
+to his bed ever since. This company has been a very valuable auxiliary
+to the brigade, both at Cheat River Mountain and this place. We are
+sorry to hear of their intended return to Cincinnati in a few weeks.
+
+The battle-field of Rich Mountain is about four miles from this place,
+and to-day I met with an old veteran, upon whose ground they fought.
+He is a thorough Union man, and was a prisoner in the hands of the
+Secession party. The rebels, to spite the old veteran, dug a trench
+around his house, for burying their dead, only eighteen inches below
+the surface. They also ruined his well by throwing in decayed
+horse-flesh--in fact, ruined his old homestead, by cutting down his
+fruit-trees, and various other specimens of Vandalism.
+
+An incident occurred during the preparation for that battle worth
+mentioning. Mr. ----, an old man of this town, a Representative in the
+Legislature, one who was elected as a Union candidate, and then basely
+betrayed his constituents, and afterward was re-elected as a
+Secessionist--this man, on the eve of the battle, having partaken
+freely of liquor, heard of the advance of our army, and, mounting his
+horse, rode hastily to the rebel camp, to inform them of the intended
+attack. He passed the outer pickets, but was halted by a full company
+of Georgians, who, hearing of the advance of our men, had been thrown
+out to reconnoiter. He, much frightened, supposing he was mistaken and
+was in the Union men's camp, begged them not to shoot, exclaiming, "_I
+am a Union man._" Scarce had the lying words passed his lips when a
+dozen balls pierced his body.
+
+An announcement, made last night, that the rebels were advancing upon
+this post, put the boys in excellent humor. Every piece was put in
+order, and preparations made for a warm reception of the rebel gentry.
+Extra pickets were sent out by Colonel Bosley, who has entire command
+of this post, Captain Wilmington being field-officer of the day. The
+_guests_, however, did not arrive, thus greatly disappointing the
+boys, who had a magnificent _banquet_ in store for them. The bill of
+fare consisted of
+
+    Bullet Soup--with Gunpowder Sauce;
+      Bayonets--drawn from Scabbards;
+        Minié Muskets--nicely _ranged_;
+  Twelve Six-pound Dumplings--U. S. on the margin;
+        2,600 Harper's Ferry Clickers;
+
+besides numerous little delicacies in the way of Colt's "Revolving
+Pudding-hitters" and "_Derangers_," lightning-powder, Bowies,
+slashers, etc.
+
+But as they refused the banquet, why, we will keep it, for the time
+being, ready for them in case of an intended _surprise party_.
+
+A serenade in camp is sweet music, indeed. Last night the Guthrie
+Serenading Club, consisting of E. P. Perkins, W. B. Sheridan, Charlie
+Foster, Captain Wilmington, Zeke Tatem, W. Craven, and S. B. Rice,
+gave the denizens of this town and camp a taste of their quality. The
+hills resounded with sweet sounds.
+
+  "Music soft, music sweet, lingers on the ear."
+
+Captain Pic Russell had an acquisition to his company a few evenings
+since--in fact, a Secession emblem: a snake seven feet long--a regular
+"black sarpent"--quietly coiled himself in the Captain's blanket. He
+was, as soon as discovered, put to death. This region, of country
+abounds in serpents, the rattlesnake being a prolific article.
+
+I must close, as the mail is about to start.
+
+                              Yours,
+                                        Alf.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+     Fun in the 123d Ohio -- A Thrilling Incident of the War --
+     General Kelley -- Vote under Strange Circumstances -- Die,
+     but never Surrender.
+
+
+FUN IN THE 123d OHIO.
+
+One of the boys furnished me with a copy of his experiences of camp,
+entitled "_Ye Chronicles of ye One Hundred and Twenty-third
+Regiment._"
+
+1st. Man that is born of woman, and enlisteth as a soldier in the One
+Hundred and Twenty-third Ohio, is few of days and short of rations.
+
+2d. He cometh forth at reveille, is present also at retreat, yea, even
+at tattoo, and retireth, apparently, at taps.
+
+3d. He draweth his rations from the commissary, and devoureth the
+same. He striketh his teeth against much hard tack, and is satisfied.
+He filleth his canteen with apple-jack, and clappeth the mouth thereof
+upon the bung of a whisky-barrel, and after a little while goeth away,
+rejoicing in his strategy.
+
+4th. Much soldiering has made him sharp; yea, even the seat of his
+breeches is in danger of being cut through.
+
+5th. He covenanteth with the credulous farmer for many turkeys and
+chickens; also, at the same time, for much milk and honey, to be paid
+for promptly at the end of each ten days; and lo! his regiment moveth
+on the ninth day to another post.
+
+6th. His tent is filled with potatoes, cabbage, turnips, krout, and
+other delicate morsels of a delicious taste, which abound not in the
+Commissary Department.
+
+7th. And many other things not in the "returns," and which never will
+return; yet, of a truth, it must be said of the soldier of the One
+Hundred and Twenty-third, that he taketh nothing that he can not
+reach.
+
+8th. He fireth his Austrian rifle at midnight, and the whole camp is
+aroused and formed in line of battle, when lo! his mess come bearing
+in a nice porker, which he solemnly declareth so resembled a Secesh
+that he was compelled to pull trigger.
+
+9th. He giveth the provost-marshal much trouble, often capturing his
+guard, and possesseth himself of the city.
+
+10th. At such times "lager" and pretzels flow like milk and honey from
+his generous hand. He giveth without stint to his own comrades; yea,
+and withholdeth not from the One Hundred and Sixteenth Ohio Volunteer
+Infantry, or from the lean, lank, expectant Hoosier of the
+Eighty-seventh Indiana.
+
+11th. He stretcheth forth his hand to deliver his fellow-soldiers of
+the One Hundred and Sixteenth from the power of the enemy; yea,
+starteth at early dawn from Petersburg, even on a "double-quick" doth
+he go, and toileth on through much heat, suffering, privation, and
+much "vexation of spirit," until they are delivered. Verily I say unto
+you, after that he suffereth for want of tents and camp-kettles. Yea,
+on the hights of Moorfield his voice may be heard proclaiming loudly
+for "hard tack and coffee," yet he murmureth not.
+
+12th. But the grunt of a pig or the crowing of a cock awakeneth him
+from, the soundest sleep, and he goeth forth until halted by the
+guard, when he instantly clappeth his hands upon his "bread-basket,"
+and the guard, in commiseration, alloweth him to pass to the rear.
+
+13th. No sooner hath he passed the sentry's beat than he striketh a
+"bee-line" for the nearest hen-roost, and, seizing a pair of plump
+pullets, returneth, soliloquizing: "The noise of a goose saved Rome;
+how much more the flesh of chickens preserveth the soldier!"
+
+14th. He even playeth at eucher with the parson, to see whether or not
+there shall be preaching in camp on the following Sabbath; and by
+dexterously drawing from the bottom a Jack, goeth away rejoicing that
+the service is postponed.
+
+15th. And many other things doeth he; and lo! are they not recorded in
+the "morning reports" of Company B? Yea, verily.
+
+
+A THRILLING INCIDENT OF THE WAR.
+
+Captain Theodore Rogers, son of the Rev. E. P. Rogers, of New York
+City, formerly of Albany, N. Y., enlisted in May, 1861. After a varied
+experience he returned home, and, on the 7th of January, 1862, was
+married, in Cazenovia, New York, to the adopted daughter of H. Ten
+Eyck, Esq., a young lady who, we may be allowed at least to say, was
+every way worthy of the hand of the gallant soldier. The bridal days
+were passed in the camp, where a few weeks of happiness were afforded
+them.
+
+Six months roll away, and the battle at Gaines's Mills opens. Mr.
+Rogers, having left home as first lieutenant, was, on account of his
+superior qualities as a soldier and as a man, promoted to the office
+of captain. His indefatigable efforts to discharge the duties of his
+position seriously impaired his health, and, previous to the battle
+referred to, he was lying sick in his tent. But the booming of the
+enemy's cannon roused the spirit of the soldier, and he forgot himself
+in his desire to win a victory for his country.
+
+An account of the last scene is given by an officer in the rebel army,
+and, coming from such a source, its accuracy can not be questioned.
+Colonel McRae, while passing through Nassau, N. P., on his way to
+England, sought an introduction to a lady, who, he was informed, was
+from Albany. Finding that she knew Dr. Rogers and his family, she
+writes that his whole face lighted up, and he said: "O, I am so glad!
+I have been longing for months to see some one who knew the family of
+the brave young soldier who fell before my eyes."
+
+He then said: "It was just at evening on Friday, June 27, at the
+battle of Gaines's Mills, as your army was falling back, I was struck
+with the appearance of a young man, the captain of a company, who was
+rushing forward at the head of his men, encouraging them, and leading
+them on, perfectly regardless of his own life or safety. His gallantry
+and bravery attracted our notice, and I felt so sure that he must
+fall, and so regretted the sacrifice of his life, that I tried hard
+to take him prisoner. But all my efforts were vain; and when at last I
+saw him fall, I gave orders at once that he should be carried from the
+field. It was the last of the fight, and in a few moments General
+Garland (also of the Confederate army) and I went in search of him,
+and found him under the tree whither I had ordered him to be carried."
+
+Here the voice of the Colonel trembled so that he was hardly able to
+proceed. Recovering himself, he added: "I took from his pocket his
+watch, some money, and three letters--one from his wife, another from
+his father, and the third from his mother. As General Garland (who has
+since been killed) and I read the letters, standing at the side of the
+youthful husband and son, we cried like children--tears of grief and
+regret for the brave and honored soldier, and at the thought of those
+who would mourn him at home."
+
+The Colonel said: "Tell his wife and father and mother that, though he
+was an enemy of whom we say it, he died the bravest and most gallant
+man that ever fell on the battle-field--encouraging and leading his
+men on, going before them to set the example. Tell them, also, that we
+saw him laid tenderly in his grave, (by himself,) and that, when this
+hateful war is over, I can take his wife to the very spot where her
+husband lies."
+
+Colonel McRae was very anxious to know whether the letters and watch
+had been received by his wife, as he said that he gave them into the
+hands of Colonel T----, of the 23d Regiment, who had promised to send
+them by a flag of truce.
+
+From all that could be gathered, the lamented youth never spoke a word
+after receiving his death-wound.
+
+While in the Army of Virginia I obtained the following facts in regard
+to the shooting of Colonel (now General) Kelley. A Staunton (Virginia)
+paper contained the following boastful article:
+
+"Colonel Kelley, the commandant of a portion of Lincoln's forces at
+Philippa, was shot by Archey McClintic, of the Bath Cavalry, Captain
+Richards. Leroy and Foxall Dangerfield, (brothers,) and Archey
+McClintic, soldiers of the Bath Cavalry, were at the bridge, when a
+horse belonging to their company dashed through the bridge without its
+rider, whereupon these soldiers attempted to cross the bridge for the
+purpose of seeing what had been the fate of the owner of the riderless
+horse, when they were met by a portion of the enemy, led on by Colonel
+Kelley. As they met, Archey McClintic shot Colonel Kelley with a
+pistol. Seeing that they would be overcome by the number of the enemy,
+this gallant trio wheeled and retreated through the bridge. As they
+were retreating, they heard the enemy exclaim, 'Shoot the d--d rascal
+on the white horse!' meaning McClintic, who had shot Colonel Kelley.
+They fired, and broke the leg of Leroy P. Dangerfield. As McClintic
+was able to unhorse the colonel of a regiment with an old pistol, we
+hope that no soldier will disdain to use the old-fashioned pistol.
+They are as good as any, if in the proper hands."
+
+From the same paper I cut the following:
+
+"We have been informed that the gallant men who were under the command
+of Captain J. B. Moomau, in the precipitate retreat from Philippa,
+positively refused, after going a mile or two, to retreat any further.
+They were told that, if they would not retreat any further, they had
+better send a flag of truce to the enemy and surrender. It was
+proposed to decide the matter by a vote, when the men _unanimously_
+voted that they would _rather die than surrender_. The word
+'surrender' does not belong to the vocabulary of the brave men of our
+mountains. They are as heroic as Spartans. They are willing to _die_,
+if needs be; but surrender, _never!_ Though the enemy were constantly
+firing Minié muskets at them, they were not at all alarmed, and, being
+true republicans, they were resolved to take the vote of the men
+before they would agree to send a flag of truce, or think for a moment
+of surrendering. Who ever heard of a vote being taken under such
+circumstances? They were flying before the superior and overwhelming
+force of the enemy, yet they were sufficiently calm and self-composed
+to get through with the republican formality of taking the vote of the
+company. The men then under the command of Captain Moomau, of
+Pendleton, were his own company and some fifty belonging to the
+company of Captain Hull, of Highland, who had become separated from
+the other portion of their own company. Such soldiers will never be
+conquered--they may be killed, but they will never surrender."
+
+A few days afterward these "never-surrender" Spartan chaps were
+brought into camp, the most hang-dog looking set of villains I ever
+met.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+     Our Hospitals -- No Hope -- A Short and Simple Story -- A
+     Soldier's Pride -- The Last Letter -- Soldierly Sympathy --
+     The Hospitals at Gallatin, and their Ministering Angels.
+
+
+OUR HOSPITALS.
+
+I have visited many of the hospitals, both on the field and those
+located in cities where every convenience obtainable for money was
+profuse. Those in Nashville, Gallatin, and Louisville were, at all
+times, in the most perfect order. Still, in the field, and often in
+cities, cut off as Nashville and Murfreesboro sometimes are, the men
+suffer from the want of many little things. Miss LOUISA ALLCOTT, of
+Boston, who has been kindly administering to the wants of the sick and
+wounded in the hospitals, says:
+
+One evening I found a lately-emptied bed occupied by a large, fair
+man, with a fine face, and the serenest eyes I ever met. One of the
+earlier comers had often spoken of a friend who had remained behind,
+that those apparently worse wounded than himself might reach a shelter
+first. It seemed a David and Jonathan sort of friendship. The man
+fretted for his mate, and was never tired of praising John, his
+courage, sobriety, self-denial, and unfailing kindliness of
+heart--always winding up with--"He's an out-and-out fine feller,
+ma'am; you see if he aint." I had some curiosity to behold this piece
+of excellence, and, when he came, watched him for a night or two
+before I made friends with him; for, to tell the truth, I was afraid
+of the stately-looking man, whose bed had to be lengthened to
+accommodate his commanding stature--who seldom spoke, uttered no
+complaint, asked no sympathy, but tranquilly observed all that went on
+about him; and, as he lay high upon his pillows, no picture of dying
+statesman or warrior was ever fuller of real dignity than this
+Virginia blacksmith.
+
+
+NO HOPE.
+
+A most attractive face he had, framed in brown hair and beard,
+comely-featured and full of vigor, as yet unsubdued by pain,
+thoughtful, and often beautifully mild, while watching the afflictions
+of others, as if entirely forgetful of his own. His mouth was firm and
+grave, with plenty of will and courage in its lines, but a smile could
+make it as sweet as any woman's; and his eyes were child's eyes,
+looking one fairly in the face, with a clear, straightforward glance,
+which promised well for such as placed their faith in him. He seemed
+to cling to life as if it were rich in duties and delights, and he had
+learned the secret of content. The only time I saw his composure
+disturbed was when my surgeon brought another to examine John, who
+scrutinized their faces with an anxious look, asking of the elder: "Do
+you think I shall pull through, sir?" "I hope so, my man." And, as the
+two passed on, John's eyes followed them with an intentness which
+would have won a clearer answer from them had they seen it. A
+momentary shadow flitted over his face; then came the smile of
+serenity, as if, in that brief eclipse, he had acknowledged the
+existence of some hard futurity, and, asking nothing, yet hoping all
+things, left the issue in God's hand, with that submission which is
+true piety.
+
+At night, as I went my rounds with the surgeon, I happened to ask
+which man in the room probably suffered the most, and, to my great
+surprise, he glanced at John.
+
+"Every breath he draws is like a stab; for the ball pierced the left
+lung, broke a rib, and did no end of damage here and there; so the
+poor lad can find neither forgetfulness nor ease, because he must lie
+on his wounded back or suffocate. It will be a hard struggle, and a
+long one, for he possesses great vitality; but even his temperate life
+can't save him. I wish it could."
+
+"You don't mean he must die, Doctor?"
+
+"Bless you, there is not the slightest hope for him, and you'd better
+tell him so before long--women have a way of doing such things
+comfortably; so I leave it to you. He won't last more than a day or
+two at furthest."
+
+I could have sat down on the spot and cried heartily, if I had not
+learned the propriety of bottling up one's tears for leisure moments.
+Such an end seemed very hard for such a man, when half a dozen
+worn-out, worthless bodies round him were gathering up the remnants of
+wasted lives, to linger on for years, perhaps burdens to others,
+daily reproaches to themselves. The army needed men like John,
+earnest, brave, and faithful, fighting for liberty and justice, with
+both heart and hand--a true soldier of the Lord. I could not give him
+up so soon, or think with any patience of so excellent a nature robbed
+of its fulfillment, and blundered into eternity by the rashness or
+stupidity of those at whose hands so many lives may be required. It
+was an easy thing for Dr. P---- to say, "Tell him he must die," but a
+cruelly hard thing to do, and by no means as "comfortable" as he
+politely suggested. I had not the heart to do it then, and privately
+indulged the hope that some change for the better might take place, in
+spite of gloomy prophesies, so rendering my task unnecessary.
+
+
+A SHORT AND SIMPLE STORY.
+
+After that night, an hour of each evening that remained to him was
+devoted to his ease or pleasure. He could not talk much, for breath
+was precious, and he spoke in whispers; but from occasional
+conversations I gleaned scraps of private history, which only added to
+the affection and respect I felt for him. Once he asked me to write a
+letter, and, as I settled with pen and paper, I said, with an
+irrepressible glimmer of female curiosity, "Shall it be addressed to
+mother or wife, John?"
+
+"Neither, ma'am: I've got no wife, and will write to mother, myself,
+when I get better. Did you think I was married because of this?" he
+asked, touching a plain gold ring he wore, and often turned
+thoughtfully on his finger when he lay alone.
+
+"Partly that, but more from a settled sort of look you have--a look
+young men seldom get until they marry."
+
+"I don't know that; but I'm not so very young, ma'am--thirty in May,
+and have been what you might call settled these ten years, for
+mother's a widow. I'm the oldest child she has, and it wouldn't do for
+me to marry till Lizzie has a home of her own, and Laurie has learned
+his trade; for we're not rich, and I must be father to the children,
+and husband to the dear old woman, if I can."
+
+"No doubt you are both, John; yet how came you to go to the war, if
+you felt so? Wasn't enlisting as bad as marrying?"
+
+"No, ma'am, not as I see it; for one is helping my neighbor, the other
+pleasing myself. I went because I couldn't help it. I didn't want the
+glory or the pay; I wanted the right thing done, and the people said
+the men who were in earnest ought to fight. I was in earnest, the Lord
+knows; but I held off as long as I could, not knowing what was my
+duty. Mother saw the case, gave me her ring to keep me steady, and
+said 'Go;' so I went."
+
+A short story, and a simple one; but the man and the mother were
+portrayed better than pages of fine writing could have done it.
+
+
+A SOLDIER'S PRIDE.
+
+"Do you ever regret that you came, when you lie here suffering so
+much?"
+
+"Never, ma'am. I haven't helped a great deal, but I've shown I was
+willing to give my life, and perhaps I've got to; but I don't blame
+any body, and if it was to do over again, I'd do it. I'm a little
+sorry I wasn't wounded in front. It looks cowardly to be hit in the
+back; but I obeyed orders, and it don't matter much in the end, I
+know."
+
+Poor John! it did not matter now, except that a shot in front might
+have spared the long agony in store for him. He seemed to read the
+thought that troubled me, as he spoke so hopefully when there was no
+hope, for he suddenly added:
+
+"This is my first battle--do they think it's going to be my last?"
+
+"I'm afraid they do, John."
+
+It was the hardest question I had ever been called upon to answer;
+doubly hard with those clear eyes fixed upon mine, forcing a truthful
+answer by their own truth. He seemed a little startled at first,
+pondered over the fateful fact a moment, then shook his head, with a
+glance at the broad chest and muscular limbs stretched out before him.
+
+"I'm not afraid; but it is difficult to believe all at once. I'm so
+strong, it does not seem possible for such a little wound to kill me."
+
+
+THE LAST LETTER.
+
+"Shall I write to your mother now?" I asked, thinking that these
+sudden tidings might change all plans and purposes; but they did not:
+for the man received the order of the Divine Commander to march with
+the same unquestioning obedience with which the soldier had received
+that of the human one, doubtless remembering that the first led him to
+life, the last to death.
+
+"No, ma'am--to Laurie, just the same; he'll break it to her best, and
+I'll add a line to her, myself, when you get done."
+
+So I wrote the letter, which he dictated, finding it better than any I
+had sent, for, though here and there a little ungrammatical or
+inelegant, each sentence came to me briefly worded, but most
+expressive, full of excellent counsel to the boy, tenderly bequeathing
+"mother and Lizzie" to his care, and bidding him good-by in words the
+sadder for their simplicity. He added a few lines, with steady hand,
+and, as I sealed it, said, with a patient sort of sigh, "I hope the
+answer will come in time for me to see it." Then, turning away his
+face, he laid the flowers against his lips, as if to hide some quiver
+of emotion at the thought of such a sudden sundering of all the dear
+home ties.
+
+Those things had happened two days before. Now John was dying, and the
+letter had not come. I had been summoned to many death-beds in my
+life, but to none that made my heart ache as it did then, since my
+mother called me to watch the departure of a spirit akin to this, in
+its gentleness and patient strength. As I went in, John stretched out
+both his hands.
+
+"I knew you'd come! I guess I'm moving on, ma'am."
+
+He was, and so rapidly that, even while he spoke, over his face I saw
+the gray veil falling that no human hand can lift. I sat down by him,
+wiped the drops from his forehead, stirred the air about him with the
+slow wave of a fan, and waited to help him die. He stood in sore need
+of help, and I could do so little; for, as the doctor had foretold,
+the strong body rebelled against death, and fought every inch of the
+way, forcing him to draw each breath with a spasm, and clench his
+hands with an imploring look, as if he asked, "How long must I endure
+this, and be still?" For hours he suffered, without a moment's respite
+or a moment's murmuring. His limbs grew cold, his face damp, his lips
+white, and again and again he tore the covering off his breast, as if
+the lightest weight added to his agony; yet, through it all, his eyes
+never lost their perfect serenity, and the man's soul seemed to sit
+therein, undaunted by the ills that vexed his flesh.
+
+
+SOLDIERLY SYMPATHY.
+
+One by one the men awoke, and round the room appeared a circle of pale
+faces and watchful eyes, full of awe and pity; for, though a stranger,
+John was beloved by all. Each man there had wondered at his patience,
+respected his piety, admired his fortitude, and now lamented his hard
+death; for the influence of an upright nature had made itself deeply
+felt, even in one little week. Presently, the Jonathan who so loved
+this comely David came creeping from his bed for a last look and word.
+The kind soul was full of trouble, as the choke in his voice, the
+grasp of his hand betrayed; but there were no tears, and the farewell
+of the friends was the more touching for its brevity.
+
+"Old boy, how are you?" faltered the one.
+
+"Most through, thank heaven!" whispered the other.
+
+"Can I say or do any thing for you, anywheres?"
+
+"Take my things home, and tell them that I did my best."
+
+"I will! I will!"
+
+"Good-by, Ned."
+
+"Good-by, John; good-by!"
+
+They kissed each other tenderly as women, and so parted; for poor Ned
+could not stay to see his comrade die. For a little while there was no
+sound in the room but the drip of water from a pump or two, and John's
+distressful gasps, as he slowly breathed his life away. I thought him
+nearly gone, and had laid down the fan, believing its help no longer
+needed, when suddenly he rose up in his bed, and cried out, with a
+bitter cry, that broke the silence, sharply startling every one with
+its agonized appeal, "For God's sake, give, me air!"
+
+It was the only cry pain or death had wrung from him, the only boon he
+had asked, and none of us could grant it, for all the airs that blow
+were useless now. Dan flung up the window; the first red streak of
+dawn was warming the gray east, a herald of the coming sun. John saw
+it, and, with the love of light which lingers in us to the end, seemed
+to read in it a sign of hope, of help, for over his whole face broke
+that mysterious expression, brighter than any smile, which often comes
+to eyes that look their last. He laid himself down gently, and
+stretching out his strong right arm, as if to grasp and bring the
+blessed air to his lips in fuller flow, lapsed into a merciful
+unconsciousness, which assured us that for him suffering was forever
+past.
+
+As we stood looking at him, the ward-master handed me a letter, saying
+it had been forgotten the night before. It was John's letter, come
+just an hour too late to gladden the eyes that had looked and longed
+for it so eagerly--yet he had it; for after I had cut some brown locks
+for his mother, and taken off the ring to send her, telling how well
+the talisman had done its work, I kissed this good son for her sake,
+and laid the letter in his hand, still folded as when I drew my own
+away.
+
+
+On my visit to the hospital at Gallatin, I was called to the bedside
+of a dying boy, who belonged in Columbus, Ohio. There I met Dr. W. P.
+Eltsun, Dr. Armington, Dr. Landis, and other surgeons, all working
+faithfully for the suffering men; but Death had marked this boy for
+his own. I took his almost pulseless hand in mine, wiped the cold
+sweat from his brow, and, as I did so, he murmured, in a soft tone--a
+tone of sweet sadness--and with a half vacant stare, "Mother, is that
+you? O, how long I've waited for your coming! Tell sister I'm better
+now. Good-by, Charlie. Halt! who goes there?" and then a sudden start
+seemed to bring him to a realization of his situation, and he quietly
+gazed at me for a moment, called me by name, and said, "Alf, will you
+write a letter for me to-morrow?" This I promised, should he be able
+to dictate to me what I should write. In a few minutes he again called
+the sweet name of "Mother! Mother!" and with the words "good-by" upon
+his lips, and a smile of joy beaming on his face, he fell into that
+sleep that knows no waking.
+
+There were three ministering angels, who had left all the luxuries of
+a home, attending in this hospital. They had volunteered as nurses,
+and had come from Indianapolis, to render all the aid they could to
+our country's noble defenders. Indiana should remember the names of
+Miss Bates, Miss Cathcart, and Mrs. Ketchum.
+
+[Illustration: Sports in camp. See page 99.]
+
+
+THE ENSIGN-BEARER.
+
+Written Expressly for Mr. Alf. BURNETT, by Miss Cora M. EAGER.
+
+  Never mind me, Uncle Jared, never mind my bleeding breast;
+  They are charging in the valley, and you're needed with the rest;
+  All the day through, from its dawning till you saw your kinsman fall,
+  You have answered fresh and fearless to our brave commander's call,
+  And I would not rob my country of your gallant aid to-night,
+  Though your presence and your pity stay my spirit in its flight.
+
+  All along that quivering column, see the death-steeds trampling down
+  Men whose deeds this day are worthy of a kingdom and a crown.
+  Prithee, hasten, Uncle Jared--what's the bullet in my breast
+  To that murderous storm of fire, raining tortures on the rest?
+  See, the bayonets flash and falter--look I the foe begins to win!
+  See, see our faltering comrades! God! how the ranks are closing in!
+
+  Hark! there's muttering in the distance, and a thundering in the air,
+  Like the snorting of a lion just emerging from his lair;
+  There's a cloud of something yonder, fast unrolling like a scroll;
+  Quick, quick! if it be succor that can save the cause a soul!
+  Look! a thousand thirsty bayonets are flashing down the vale,
+  And a thousand hungry riders dashing onward like a gale.
+
+  Raise me higher, Uncle Jared; place the ensign in my hand;
+  I am strong enough to wave it, while you cheer that flying band.
+  Louder! louder! shout for Freedom, with prolonged and vigorous breath;
+  Shout for Liberty, and Union, and--the victory over death!
+  See! they catch the stirring numbers, and they swell them to the breeze,
+  Cap, and plume, and starry banner, waving proudly through the trees.
+
+  Mark! our fainting comrades rally--mark! that drooping column rise;
+  I can almost see the fire newly kindled in their eyes.
+  Fresh for conflict, nerved to conquer, see them charging on the foe,
+  Face to face, with deadly meaning, shot, and shell and trusty blow;
+  See the thinned ranks wildly breaking; see them scatter toward the sun!
+  I can die now, Uncle Jared, for the glorious day is won.
+
+  But there's something, something pressing with a numbness on my heart,
+  And my lips, with mortal dumbness, fail the burden to impart.
+  O, I tell you, Uncle Jared, there is something, back of all,
+  That a soldier can not part with when he heeds his country's call.
+  Ask the mother what, in dying, sends the yearning spirit back
+  Over life's broken marches, where she's pointed out the track?
+
+  Ask the dear ones gathered nightly round the shining household hearth,
+  What to them is brighter, better than the choicest things of earth?
+  Ask that dearer one, whose loving, like a ceaseless vestal flame,
+  Sets my very soul a-glowing at the mention of her name;
+  Ask her why the loved, in dying, feels her spirit linked with his
+  In a union death but strengthens? she will tell you what it is.
+
+  And there's something, Uncle Jared, you may tell her, if you will,
+  That the precious flag she gave me I have kept unsullied still;
+  And--this touch of pride forgive me--where Death sought our gallant host,
+  Where our stricken lines were weakest, there it ever waved the most;
+  Bear it back, and tell her, fondly, brighter, purer, steadier far,
+  'Mid the crimson strife of battle, shone my life's unsetting star!
+
+  But, forbear, dear Uncle Jared, when there's something more to tell,
+  And her lips, with rapid blanching, bid you answer how I fell;
+  Teach your tongue the trick of slighting, though 'tis faithful to the rest,
+  Lest it say her brother's bullet is the bullet in my breast.
+  But, if it must be that she learn it, despite your tender care,
+  'T will soothe her bleeding heart to know my bayonet pricked the air.
+
+  Life is ebbing, Uncle Jared; my enlistment endeth here;
+  Death, the conqueror, has drafted--I can no more volunteer.
+  But I hear the roll-call yonder, and I go with willing feet
+  Through the shadows to the valley where victorious armies meet.
+  Raise the ensign, _Uncle Jared_--let its dear folds o'er me _fall_;
+  Strength and Union for my country, and _God's_ banner over _all_.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X.
+
+     Sports in Camp -- Anecdote of the 63d Ohio and Colonel
+     Sprague -- Soldier's Dream of Home -- The Wife's Reply.
+
+
+                              Army of the Cumberland,
+                              Camp near Triune, Tenn., _May 12, 1863_.
+
+There are, at all times, sunny sides as well as the dark and
+melancholy picture, in camp life. Men whose business is that of
+slaughter--men trained to slay and kill, will, amid the greatest
+destruction of life, become oblivious to all surrounding scenes of
+death and carnage.
+
+I have seen men seated amid hundreds of slain, quietly enjoying a game
+of "seven-up," or having _a little draw_. Yet let them once return to
+their homes, and enjoy the society and influence of the gentler sex,
+and they will soon forget the excitement and vices of camp, and return
+to the more useful and ennobling enjoyments of life.
+
+Yesterday a lively time, generally, was had in camp. After the
+drilling of the division, a grand cock-fight occurred on the hill.
+Some of the boys, who are regular game-fanciers, brought some splendid
+chickens, and, as a consequence, a good deal of money changed hands.
+The birds fought nobly: three were killed, one of them killing his
+opponent the first round, and instantly crowing, much to the amusement
+of the Sports. This fighting with gaffs is not a cruel sport, as one
+or the other is soon killed.
+
+Snakes are not so prevalent in these parts as they were when we first
+came: then it was not uncommon to find a nice little "garter" quietly
+ensconced in one's pocket, or in your pantaloon leg, or taking a nap
+in one corner of your tent.
+
+A prize-fight occurred in the division a few days ago. A couple of
+sons of _Ethiopia_, regular young bucks, feeling their dignity
+insulted by various epithets hurled at each other, from loud-mouthing
+adjourned to fight it out in the woods--a big crowd following to enjoy
+the fun. A ring was soon formed, and at it they went, _a la_ Sayers
+and Heenan. Umpires were improvised for the occasion, and
+time-keepers, etc., chosen.
+
+The first clash was a _butter_ and a _rebutter_, their heads coming
+together, fairly making the _wool_ fly. This was round first.
+
+_Round 2d._--35th Ohio darkey came boldly to the scratch; as he only
+weighed sixty-five pounds more than his opponent, and with the
+_slight_ difference of one foot six inches higher, he pitched in most
+valiantly, and received a splendid hit on the sconce, which made him
+feel as if a _flea_ bit him. After full ten minutes skirmishing,
+during which time neither struck the other, both retired to the
+further _corner_ of the _ring_, until time was called.
+
+_Round 3d._--Minnesota Ethiopian, who had been weakening in the pulse
+for some time, came up shaky, and was received with laughter by his
+opponent; but the little fellow hit out splendidly, and launched an
+eye-shutter at the stalwart form of the 35th darkey. First blood
+claimed for the 2d Minnesota.
+
+_Round 4th_ was, per agreement, a rough and tumble affair, as the
+spectators were growing impatient; and such "wool-carding" was never
+before exhibited. Both fought plucky; but the 2d Minnesota having but
+just recovered from a _sick of fitness_, as he said, was about being
+overpowered, when the officer of the day interfered; and thus ended
+the dispute for the time. Betters _drew_ their money, as the fight was
+a _draw_.
+
+
+BALL IN CAMP.
+
+Last night we had a fancy-dress ball, a _recherché_ affair, a fine
+dancing-floor having been laid down in Company I's ground. A
+first-rate cotillion band was engaged, and played up lively airs. Your
+correspondent had a special invitation to be present, and enjoyed the
+party amazingly.
+
+The belles of the evening were Miss Allers, the Widow Place, Miss
+Stewart, Miss Austin, and Miss Dodge, all of Minnesota.
+
+Miss Dodge wore an elegant wreath of red clover, mingled with
+beech-leaves, and was dressed in red and white--the red being part of
+a shirt, kindly furnished by one of the friends of the lady; the white
+was expressly manufactured by the Widow Place, dressmaker and milliner
+for this regiment.
+
+Miss Stewart is a beautiful creature, of a bronzed hue, from excessive
+exposure to the sun. She also wore a wreath of young clover, mingled
+with bunches of wheat.
+
+Miss Allers was rather undignified in her actions; her dress we
+thought too short at the bottom, and too high in the neck; however,
+Miss A. was dressed in Union colors, having an American flag for an
+apron, and blue and red dress, with a neat-fitting _waste_--of
+materials.
+
+But the one in whom we felt the deepest interest was the Widow. She
+had all the grace and elegance of a hippopotamus, and her style was
+enchanting. She wore a low-necked dress, with a bouquet of
+cauliflowers and garlick in her bosom, a wreath of onion-greens in her
+hair, full, red dress, and elaborate hoops, which continually said,
+"Don't come a-nigh me." Her bashful behavior was the talk of the
+evening, and the gay Widow and your correspondent, when upon the
+floor, were the cynosure of all eyes. The dance continued until the
+Colonel ordered a _double tattoo_ sounded, so that we could hear it.
+Several intruders were put out, for conduct unbecoming gentlemen. The
+ball was strictly _private_, as no _commissioned_ officers were
+allowed to participate.
+
+However, the officers were truly amused at the fun, and, as women
+have, ere this, been dressed in _men's_ clothes, there is no reason
+the boot shouldn't, this time, be on the other leg.
+
+Miss Austin's dance of the Schottische, with double-soled military
+boots, was excellent. Miss Austin belongs in Louisville, and has long
+been known as a female _auctioneer_.
+
+The 9th Ohio band has arrived, and the boys are delighted. This is a
+new band, all Cincinnati musicians, and they are truly welcome to the
+camp.
+
+Boys want to hear from home as often as possible. It will be well for
+the girls to bear this in mind, and write often. Letters of love, we
+may say, alphabetically speaking, are X T Z to those who get them.
+
+
+ANECDOTE OF THE 63d OHIO AND COLONEL SPRAGUE.
+
+The 63d boys love Colonel Sprague; they are not exactly afraid of him,
+but many a one would rather be whipped, any day, than take a reprimand
+from him. For instance: several nights ago one of the men, instigated
+by the love of good eating, and not having the fear of God before his
+eyes, attempted to pinch, as they say in the 63d, a can of fruit at
+the sutler's tent. But, unluckily for him, the sutler saw him, sprang
+out of bed, caught him by the collar and took him prisoner. As soon as
+the sutler got hold of him he began to address him in language more
+forcible than polite. "You d--d thief, I'll pay you for this; I'll
+take you before the Colonel, and, if I had my boots on, I'd take it
+out in kicking you."
+
+"I'll tell you what," said the soldier, "I'll wait here till you put
+your boots on, and you may kick me as much as you please, if you won't
+take me before the Colonel."
+
+The following exquisite poem was handed me by Colonel Durbin Ward, of
+the 17th Ohio. I wish I knew the author. They are beautiful lines:
+
+
+THE SOLDIER'S DREAM OF HOME.
+
+    You have put the children to bed, Alice--
+      Maud and Willie and Rose;
+    They have lisped their sweet "Our Father,"
+      And sunk to their night's repose.
+
+    Did they think of me, dear Alice?
+      Did they think of me, and say,
+    "God bless him, and God bless him,
+      Dear father, far away?"
+
+    O, my very heart grows sick, Alice,
+      I long so to behold
+    Rose, with her pure white forehead,
+      And Maud, with her curls of gold;
+    And Willie, so gay and sprightly,
+      So merry and full of glee--,
+    O, my heart yearns to enfold ye,
+      My smiling group of three.
+
+    I can bear the noisy day, Alice--
+      The camp life, gay and wild,
+    Shuts from my yearning bosom
+      The thoughts of wife and child;
+    But when the night is round me,
+      And under its starry beams
+    I gather my cloak about me,
+      And dream such long, sad dreams!
+
+    I think of a pale young wife, Alice,
+      Who looked up in my face
+    When the drum beat at evening
+      And called me to my place.
+    I think of three sweet birdlings,
+      Left in the dear home-nest,
+    And my soul is sick with longings,
+      That will not be at rest.
+
+    O, when will the war be over, Alice?
+      O, when shall I behold
+    Rose, with her pure white forehead,
+      And Maud, with her curls of gold;
+    And Will, so gay and sprightly,
+      So merry and full of glee,
+    And more than all, the dear wife
+      Who bore my babes to me?
+
+    God guard and keep you all, Alice;
+      God guard and keep me, too,
+    For if only one were missing,
+      What would the others do?
+    O, when will the war be over,
+      And when shall I behold
+    Those whom I love so dearly,
+      Safe in the dear home-fold?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+THE WIFE'S REPLY.
+
+Dedicated to the Author of "The Soldier's Dream of Home."
+
+    You say you dream of us, Willie,
+      When fall the shades of night,
+    And you wrap your cloak around you
+      By the camp-fire's flickering light;
+    And you wonder if our little ones
+      Have bowed their curly heads,
+    And asked a blessing for you,
+      Before they sought their beds!
+
+    It was but this very night, Willie,
+      That our Willie came to me,
+    And looking up into my face,
+      As he stood beside my knee,
+    He said, "Mamma, I wonder
+      When will this war be o'er,
+    For O, I long so much to see
+      My dear papa once more."
+
+    My heart was full of tears, Willie,
+      But I kept them from my eyes,
+    And the answer that I made him
+      Opened his with sad surprise--?
+    "Suppose he should _never_ come, Willie!"
+      "But, mamma, I _know_ he will,
+    For I pray to Jesus every night
+      To spare my father still."
+
+    I clasped him in my arms, Willie,
+      I pressed him to my breast;
+    His childish faith it shamed me,
+      And my spirit's vague unrest;
+    And I felt that our Heavenly Father,
+      From his throne in the "City of Gold,"
+    Would watch you and guard you and bring you
+      Safe back to the dear home-fold.
+
+    We think of you every night, Willie;
+      We think of you every day;
+    Our every prayer wafts to Heaven the name
+      Of one who is far away.
+    And Rose, with her pure white forehead,
+      And Maud, with her curls of gold,
+    Are talking in whispers together,
+      Of the time when they shall behold
+
+    The father they love so dearly;
+      And Willie, with childish glee,
+    Is bidding me "not to forget to tell
+      Papa to remember me."
+    So we think of you every night, Willie
+      By the camp-fire's fitful gleams,
+    Until the war shall be over,
+      Let us mingle still in your dreams.
+
+                                        A. L. Y.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI.
+
+     The Atrocities of Slavery -- The Beauties of the Peculiar
+     Institution -- A few Well-substantiated Facts -- Visit to
+     Gallatin, Tennessee.
+
+
+THE ATROCITIES OF SLAVERY.
+
+A late number of the _Atlantic Monthly_ gives the following in
+relation to General Butler and his administration in Louisiana:
+
+Among the many personal anecdotes are the following, which are almost
+too horrible to be published, but for the impressive lesson they
+convey. One of the incidents was related more briefly by the General
+himself, when in New York, in January last. We quote from the writer
+in the _Atlantic_.
+
+Just previous to the arrival of General Banks at New Orleans, I was
+appointed Deputy Provost-Marshal of the city, and held the office for
+some days after he had assumed command. One day, during the last week
+of our stay in the South, a young woman of about twenty years called
+upon me to complain that her landlord had ordered her out of her
+house, because she was unable longer to pay the rent, and she wished
+me to authorize her to take possession of one of her father's houses
+that had been confiscated, he being a wealthy rebel, then in the
+Confederacy, and actively engaged in the rebellion.
+
+The girl was a perfect blonde in complexion; her hair was of a very
+pretty light shade of brown, and perfectly straight; her eyes a clear,
+honest gray; and her skin as delicate and fair as a child's. Her
+manner was modest and ingenuous, and her language indicated much
+intelligence.
+
+Considering these circumstances, I think I was justified in wheeling
+around in my chair, and indulging in an unequivocal stare of
+incredulous amazement, when, in the course of conversation, she
+dropped a remark about having been born a slave.
+
+"Do you mean to tell me," said I, "that you have negro blood in your
+veins?" And I was conscious of a feeling of embarrassment at asking a
+question so apparently preposterous.
+
+"Yes," she replied, and then related the history of her life, which I
+shall repeat as briefly as possible:
+
+"My father," she commenced, "is Mr. Cox, formerly a judge of one of
+the courts in this city. He was very rich, and owned a great many
+houses here. There is one of them over there," she remarked, naively,
+pointing to a handsome residence opposite my office in Canal Street.
+"My mother was one of his slaves. When I was sufficiently grown, he
+placed me at school, at the Mechanics' Institute Seminary, on
+Broadway, New York. I remained there until I was about fifteen years
+of age, when Mr. Cox came on to New York and took me from the school
+to a hotel, where he obliged me to live with him as his mistress; and
+to-day, at the age of twenty-one, I am the mother of a boy five years
+old, who is my father's son. After remaining some time in New York, he
+took me to Cincinnati and other cities at the North, in all of which I
+continued to live with him as before. During this sojourn in the Free
+States I induced him to give me a deed of manumission; but on our
+return to New Orleans he obtained it from me and destroyed it. At this
+time I tried to break off the unnatural connection, whereupon he
+caused me to be publicly whipped in the streets of the city, and then
+obliged me to marry a colored man; and now he has run off, leaving me
+without the least provision against want or actual starvation, and I
+ask you to give me one of his houses, that I may have a home for
+myself and three little children."
+
+Strange and improbable as this story appeared, I remembered, as it
+progressed, that I had heard it from Governor Shepley, who, as well as
+General Butler, had investigated it, and learned that it was not only
+true in every particular, but was perfectly familiar to the citizens
+of New Orleans, by whom Judge Cox had been elected to administer
+justice.
+
+The clerks of my office, most of whom were old residents of the city,
+were well informed in the facts of the case, and attested the truth of
+the girl's story.
+
+I was exceedingly perplexed, and knew not what to do in the matter;
+but, after some thought, I answered her thus:
+
+"This department has changed rulers, and I know nothing of the policy
+of the new commander. If General Butler were still in authority, I
+should not hesitate a moment to grant your request; for, even if I
+should commit an error of judgment, I am perfectly certain he would
+overlook it, and applaud the humane impulse that prompted the act; but
+General Banks might be less indulgent, and make very serious trouble
+with me for taking a step he would perhaps regard as unwarrantable."
+
+I still hesitated, undecided how to act, when suddenly a happy thought
+struck me, and, turning to the girl, I added--
+
+"To-day is Thursday: next Tuesday I leave this city With General
+Butler for a land where, thank God! such wrongs as yours can not
+exist; and, as General Banks is deeply engrossed in the immediate
+business at head-quarters, he will hardly hear of my action before the
+ship leaves--so I am going to give you the house."
+
+I am sure the kind-hearted reader will find no fault with me that I
+took particular pains to select one of the largest of her father's
+houses, (it contained forty rooms,) when she told me that she wanted
+to let the apartments as a means of support for herself and her
+children.
+
+My only regret in the case was that Mr. Cox had not been considerate
+enough to leave a carriage and a pair of bays on my hands, that I
+might have had the satisfaction of enabling his daughter to disport
+herself about the city in a style corresponding to her importance as a
+member of so respectable and wealthy a family.
+
+And this story, that I have just told, reminds me of another, similar
+in many respects.
+
+One Sunday morning, late last summer, as I came down-stairs to the
+breakfast-room, I was surprised to find a large number of persons
+assembled in the library. When I reached the door, a member of the
+staff took me by the arm and drew me into the room toward a young and
+delicate mulatto girl, who was standing against the opposite wall,
+with the meek, patient bearing of her race, so expressive of the
+system of oppression to which they have been so long subjected.
+Drawing down the border of her dress, my conductor showed me a sight
+more revolting than I trust ever again to behold. The poor girl's back
+was flayed until the quivering flesh resembled a fresh beefsteak
+scorched on a gridiron. With a cold chill creeping through my veins, I
+turned away from the sickening spectacle, and, for an explanation of
+the affair, scanned the various persons about the room.
+
+In the center of the group, at his writing-table, sat the General. His
+head rested on his hand, and he was evidently endeavoring to fix his
+attention upon the remarks of a tall, swarthy-looking man who stood
+opposite, and who, I soon discovered, was the owner of the girl, and
+was attempting a defense of the foul outrage he had committed upon the
+unresisting and helpless person of his unfortunate victim, who stood
+smarting, but silent, under the dreadful pain inflicted by the brutal
+lash.
+
+By the side of the slaveholder stood our Adjutant-General, his face
+livid with almost irrepressible rage, and his fists tight-clenched, as
+if to violently restrain himself from visiting the guilty wretch with
+summary and retributive justice. Disposed about the room, in various
+attitudes, but all exhibiting in their countenances the same mingling
+of horror and indignation, were other members of the staff--while near
+the door stood three or four house-servants, who were witnesses in
+the case.
+
+To the charge of having administered the inhuman castigation, Landry
+(the owner of the girl) pleaded guilty, but urged, in extenuation,
+that the girl had dared to make an effort for that freedom which her
+instincts, drawn from the veins of her abuser, had taught her was the
+God-given right of all who possess the germ of immortality,--no matter
+what the color of the casket in which it is hidden. I say "drawn from
+the veins of her abuser," because she declared she was his daughter;
+and every one in the room, looking upon the man and woman confronting
+each other, confessed that the resemblance justified the assertion.
+
+After the conclusion of all the evidence in the case, the General
+continued in the same position as before, and remained for some time
+apparently lost in abstraction. I shall never forget the singular
+expression on his face. I had been accustomed to see him in a storm of
+passion at any instance of oppression or flagrant injustice; but on
+this occasion he was too deeply affected to obtain relief in the usual
+way. His whole air was one of dejection, almost listlessness; his
+indignation too intense, and his anger too stern, to find expression
+even in his countenance.
+
+Never have I seen that peculiar look but on three or four occasions
+similar to the one I am narrating, when I knew he was pondering upon
+the fatal curse that had cast its withering blight upon all around,
+until the manhood and humanity were crushed out of the people, and
+outrages such as the above were looked upon with complacency, and the
+perpetrators treated as respected and worthy citizens, and that he was
+realizing the great truth, that, however man might endeavor to guide
+this war to the advantage of a favorite idea or a sagacious policy,
+the Almighty was directing it surely and steadily for the purification
+of our country from this greatest of national sins.
+
+But to return to my story. After sitting in the mood which I have
+described at such length, the General again turned to the prisoner,
+and said, in a quiet, subdued tone of voice--
+
+"Mr. Landry, I dare not trust myself to decide to-day what punishment
+would be meet for your offense, for I am in that state of mind that I
+fear I might exceed the strict demands of justice. I shall, therefore,
+place you under guard for the present, until I conclude upon your
+sentence."
+
+A few days after, a number of influential citizens having represented
+to the General that Mr. Landry was not only a "high-toned gentleman,"
+but a person of unusual "AMIABILITY" of character, and was,
+consequently, entitled to no small degree of leniency, he answered
+that, in consideration of the prisoner's "high-toned" character, and
+especially of his "amiability," of which he had seen so remarkable a
+proof, he had determined to meet their views, and therefore ordered
+that Landry give a deed of manumission to the girl, and pay a fine of
+five hundred dollars, to be placed in the hands of a trustee for her
+benefit.
+
+
+BEAUTIES OF THE PECULIAR INSTITUTION--A FEW WELL-SUBSTANTIATED FACTS.
+
+A Mr. P----, deceased, of Gallatin, Tenn., for years a slave-trader,
+had children both by his wife and her body-servant, a beautiful
+mulatto woman--thus making, generally, the additions to his family in
+_duplicate_. One of his illegitimate daughters--a beautiful,
+hazel-eyed mulatto girl--is now the waiting-maid of his widow. This
+bright mulatto girl is married to a slave belonging to a prominent
+member of Congress from Tennessee, and has a son, a particularly apt
+and intelligent boy, whom the rebel women used to send around the
+camps, head-quarters, and street corners, to obtain the latest news,
+and report the same to them. Although but eight years old, he was too
+shrewd to remain quietly a slave. When the daughter of a Federal
+officer opened a little school, to teach a few contrabands, he came,
+and learned very rapidly. But his intellectual growth was suddenly
+stopped by the interference of his _grand_mother, who followed him to
+the school one day, and dragged him from the room in a perfect rage,
+threatening to kill him if he ever dared enter a _free_-school again,
+at the same time declaring to him that "he was not President Lincoln
+yet."
+
+Another instance: The wealthy and prominent Colonel G----, of
+Gallatin, Tenn., a very _respectable_ and _high-toned_ gentleman, who
+is reputed a _kind-hearted_ and benevolent man, _remarkably lenient_
+toward his slaves, whose praise is in the mouths of our Northern
+soldiers for his kind hospitalities, finding that his slaves, in view
+of the coming difficulties, did not increase fast enough for profit,
+called them all together on the 1st of January, 1862, and said to
+them: "Now, wenches, mind, every one of you that aint 'big' in three
+or four months, I intend to sell to the slave-trader." He afterward
+chuckled over it, adding that it "brought them to terms." Comment
+needless.
+
+In the fall of 1861, in Piketon, Ky., at the headwaters of the Big
+Sandy, were two families--one known as the Slone family, the other as
+the Johnson family. The slaves of the former were all liberated about
+seventeen years before, by a will, stipulating that they should remain
+with his wife and work the plantation while she lived. Mrs. Slone died
+about two years after her husband, and not only emancipated these
+slaves, according to the last will and testament of her deceased
+husband, but, as they had taken more care of the old lady in her
+declining years than her sons, she thought it but equitable and right
+to disinherit the sons and leave the remnant of a once large estate,
+reduced to $9,000, to the slaves. But the gloating avarice of her
+gambling sons, backed by a vile public sentiment, prompted these
+unnatural sons to attempt to break the wills of their father and
+mother. After litigating the case about twelve years, and having been
+defeated in the highest courts in Kentucky, they went back and set up
+a claim of $2,000 against their father's estate, when these despoiled
+slaves had to deposit the last of their estate as security, having
+been for more than twelve years thus harassed and perplexed by
+vexatious lawsuits. When the Union army under General Nelson came into
+that country, and had that trumpeted battle at Ivy Mountain, and our
+troops reached Prestonburg, twenty-five miles from Piketon, these
+hunted and plundered ones concluded that _now_ was the time for them
+to escape to the "promised land." They gathered together their little
+_all_, cut fifty or sixty saw-logs, made a raft, loaded their worldly
+goods on it, and floated down the river. When they reached
+Prestonburg, General Nelson had them arrested, cut their raft to
+pieces, and sent them back to Piketon. Afterward, when our troops,
+under the intrepid Garfield, moved up the river, and made their
+head-quarters at Piketon, these tormented and persecuted ones were
+told that now they might avail themselves of the Government boats to
+go down the river and leave the land of their tormentors.
+
+The Johnson family slaves were liberated, at the death of their owner,
+by a will, the writer and executor of which had run off into the rebel
+army, carrying it with him. A distant relative of Mr. Johnson, a
+worthless, shiftless, ignorant fellow, moved upon the plantation, and
+claimed not only the property, but the slaves. "When our troops were
+about leaving Piketon, the most intelligent of the Slone family asked
+of Captain H----, A. A. Q. M., the privilege of using a push-boat to
+transport the family down the river. Consent was given them, and, the
+next morning, the _two_ families gathered together, the old and young,
+men and women and children, numbering fifty-nine souls, and started
+down the river. Colonel C----, commanding the post, had them arrested,
+and ordered them back. One of his own officers represented to him that
+these people had an order for the boat from General Garfield, and,
+becoming alarmed, he let them go upon their way. Soon, however, the
+biped hounds were on their track, in hot pursuit. Two slaves, married
+into these families, had escaped and followed this boat-load. Although
+their villainous masters had fought in the rebel army, they were
+furnished with passes to pursue their fleeing slaves, under the
+protection of the United States arms. These pursuers, weary and
+exhausted, stopped at a slave-trader's above Paintsville, where a
+large bend in the river enabled them to gain several miles by a cross
+cut, took horses, and arrived at foot of Buffalo Shoals just as the
+boat-load of fifty-nine frightened souls were going over it. They at
+once leveled their rifles, and ordered the boat to lie-to, supposing
+their slaves were aboard. They did so, and occupied a small vacant hut
+on the bank of the river, awaiting a Government boat that would be
+down on the following morning. Early the next morning, (Sunday,) two
+lewd fellows of the baser sort, pursuing them in a skiff, landed at
+the place of rendezvous, and were about to rush into the cabin, when
+the leader of the negroes stopped them, saying:
+
+"Porter and Radcliff, _you can't enter here_; we have none of your
+slaves."
+
+But the boldest of these desperadoes, tiger-like, crouched on his
+hands and knees, and got in the rear of the cabin. Then, suddenly
+rushing upon the old man, said, "Damn you, I'll shoot you any way,"
+and fired, the ball lodging in the abdomen. He continued to fire,
+indiscriminately, into the group of women and children, hitting one
+girl in the knee, and a younger child on the side of the head. Then
+these cowardly miscreants rushed away, but not until a ball from the
+rifle of one of these freedmen took effect in the thigh of Radcliff.
+These men seemed to love the negro so well that they were not willing
+to let even freedmen leave the State, if they have but the least taint
+of African blood in their veins; and now they stand as sentinels
+around the tottering bastile, lest some of the victims escape.
+
+Another instance: In Hospital No. 2, in Gallatin, there is now at work
+a girl eighteen years of age, of pure Anglo-Saxon blood. This girl's
+reputed mother says, that when her own child was born, it was taken
+away from her, and this white child put in its place. She is satisfied
+it was the illegitimate child of her master's daughter, which she had
+_by her own father_.
+
+In September, 1862, at Stevenson, Alabama, in collecting contrabands
+to work on the fortifications, we found a _white man_, sixty-three
+years old, who had all his life been compelled to herd with negroes.
+He had been forced to live with four different black women as his
+wives, by whom he had twenty-eight children. Colonel Straight, of the
+51st Indiana Regiment, saw one of the old man's daughters, and said
+she was as white and had as beautiful blue eyes as any girl he ever
+saw in his own State. His was the same sad story--that he was an
+illegitimate son of his master's daughter, in Virginia; was taken to
+the slave-pen, where, with one hundred and twenty-seven others, he was
+raised for the market. We started him to Governor Morton, of Indiana,
+as a specimen of the men made chattels, and for which the South was
+fighting. He was captured on his way North. This is wickedness,
+"naked, but not ashamed."
+
+We copy the following from the Montgomery (Alabama) _Advertiser_:
+
+     One Hundred Dollars Reward--Or Fifty Dollars if arrested in
+     the State, will be paid for the arrest and confinement in
+     jail, so that I may get him, of my boy Lewis, who left home
+     on Sunday, the 14th inst. Lewis is about five feet, seven
+     inches high, _light complexion, nearly white_, spare made,
+     well dressed, wore mustache and goatee, quick to reply when
+     spoken to, has "traveled," and _may attempt to pass for a
+     white person_; he may endeavor to get to Richmond, where his
+     mother and family reside.
+
+                                        William Foster.
+
+     Tuskegee, Ala., _June 14, 1863_.
+
+
+We suppose that this "nearly white" slave, who, it is suspected, will
+try to "pass for a white person," is William Foster's grandson, or
+perhaps his own offspring. Foster, no doubt, thinks that the negro is
+indebted to slavery for his moral and religious training. We advise
+the conservative journals to copy the above advertisement, and comment
+indignantly on the practice of amalgamation. The occasion will be a
+good one; and we assure them that the instances are as plenty as
+blackberries in Dixie.
+
+At Athens, Alabama, in the summer of 1862, when that noble, earnest,
+and efficient officer, General Turchin, was court-martialed because he
+_hurt_ the rebels of that State, General G---- was invited to make his
+head-quarters at Dr. Nicklin's, one of the largest slaveholders in
+that part of the State, a devoted member of the Methodist Episcopal
+Church, and really a highly cultivated and courteous gentleman. One
+day he charged the General with being _radical_. The General said,
+"No, I'm only a Republican; but I have a most radical commissary on
+my staff." The next day the radical commissary was invited to the
+house by Mrs. N----, who said she "wanted to see a Yankee who would
+not deny being an Abolitionist." While at dinner the Doctor proposed
+to investigate the causes of our wide differences. Captain H----
+remarked at the same time:
+
+"Would it not be better, while enjoying your hospitalities, to talk
+upon subjects of agreement?"
+
+"No," said the Doctor; "we arrive at truth only by comparing notes."
+
+"Then," the Captain said, "I must be a freeman, and talk from my own
+platform."
+
+"Certainly," was the answer.
+
+"Then," said the Captain, "you are on trial. You must give a reason
+for the hope within you. We charge you with having commenced a wicked
+and causeless war. And now give us your reasons for it."
+
+"Well, in the first place, the Abolitionists are fighting against the
+Bible, and against God. The Bible, an express revelation from Heaven,
+says, 'When these servants, or slaves, are to be procured of the
+heathen round about you, of them shall ye buy, and they shall be your
+possession forever.' That settles the question of _moral_ right; and
+in relation to the political question, you were for excluding us from
+the territories, when they were manifestly ours equal with yours.
+We had the same right there with our property that you had. Equality
+of rights was the cardinal principle of our Government. In your
+political action you strike a blow at the very foundation of our
+Government--equality of rights."
+
+To which Captain H---- replied: "Though not much of a theologian, I
+have, nevertheless, looked into the Levitical law, and found a
+paragraph like the following: 'He that stealeth a man, or selleth him,
+or if he be found in his hands, shall surely be put to death.' Let us
+analyze this 'stealeth a man'--the _foreign_ slave-trader--'and
+selleth him'--the American slave-seller, or, 'if he be found in his
+hands'--the American slaveholder. If you will show me how any of these
+can escape punishment, then I will pursue the Biblical argument. In
+regard to the political question, the citizen of Ohio and the citizen
+of Alabama are treated just alike. A citizen of Ohio can take his
+household goods, merchandise, and cattle into the territories. A
+citizen from Alabama has the _same_ right, but he can not take his
+slave; nor yet can a citizen of Ohio. Hence, they _have_ equal
+rights."
+
+At the close of the discussion the Doctor said, that "his neighbors
+were greatly alarmed when the Union army came into the district, for
+fear the slaves would leave them; but I said to my slaves, 'If you
+prefer to go away and leave me, do so: come and tell me; don't sneak
+away at night with your little bundle, but come right up and tell me,
+"We want to leave," and I will give you five dollars, and let you go,
+with this condition, that you never show your faces around my
+plantation.'"
+
+Captain H---- looked as though it were doubtful, but said nothing.
+About a week afterward, the Doctor said to the General--
+
+"I want you to take a ride with me over to the plantation. You
+Northern men don't know how well our slaves love us. Whenever I go to
+see them, they run out to meet me; inquire after my wife and children
+with as much interest as _your_ children would inquire after you."
+
+The General said he "would be glad to avail himself of the opportunity
+to see the workings of their system," and started off with the Doctor.
+
+On the way down, the Doctor remarked that he "had another reason for
+wishing him to go down;" that "there were three cases of
+insubordination, and I want to show you _my mode_ of controlling
+slaves. When I told your Abolition commissary, Captain H----, the
+other day, how I managed my boys, I saw he did not believe one word I
+said. Now I want you to see for yourself; then you can convince him."
+
+Arriving at the plantation, sure enough, the slaves came out, and made
+special inquiries about his wife and family. The General said that the
+saddest sight of all was, that all these women and _children_ gave
+promise to increase the number of slaves--girls eleven years old were
+among these.
+
+The Doctor called up the culprits and addressed the principal
+offender. "Aleck," said he, "unless you submit to the mild punishment
+of our plantation discipline, all order and discipline will be lost.
+You know my rule. I have told you before, whenever you are not
+satisfied, just say so, and I will let you go. What do you say, Aleck,
+Bob, and Dick?"
+
+Bowing very low, the darkeys said, "Well, den, massa, gib us de fibe
+dollars and we go."
+
+He turned pale, and, being utterly dumfounded, after regaining
+himself, and _not giving_ them the money, said, "Be off, then!" He had
+too much of the Southern chivalry to back out, and came away a wiser
+if not a better man, but said "nary word" about convincing the
+Abolition commissary.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII.
+
+     General Schofield -- Colonel Durbin Ward -- Colonel Connell
+     -- Women in Breeches -- Another Incident of the War -- Negro
+     Sermon.
+
+
+                              Triune, Tenn., _April 29, 1863_.
+
+The last letter I wrote you was from the Missouri army. I am so
+continually _flying_ around that I have won the cognomen of "the
+kite." It is astonishing what a charm there is in camp life; boys that
+have been away but a short time feel a craving to once more resume
+their duties among their comrades. With me 'tis a great pleasure to
+get back to the familiar faces of this splendid division.
+
+Our new commander, General Schofield, is fast winning the devotion of
+his troops; his policy in Missouri meeting the cordial approbation of
+men and officers here. Leniency is played out; nothing but the most
+extreme rigor of military law will bring these traitors to a
+realization of the villainous stand they have taken. Nothing but the
+driving of every enemy from our lines, as we go, will bring the
+misguided citizen to his senses. The men and women, who have been
+allowed so many privileges, have all along been acting as spies. A few
+days since, a little boy, only eight years of age, was caught going
+over to his "uncle Palmer's;" he said his mother wanted him to go
+over and get a chicken, as the "sogers" ate all theirs up, and his
+mother was sick. The picket was about to let the child pass, on such
+an errand as that, and being such a small specimen of humanity. The
+lieutenant of the guard questioned the child closely, but could not
+glean any information of importance. As the child started off, down
+the road, he again called him, and, upon searching, found in the heel
+of his little stocking, _sewed in_, a full description of the entire
+camp and fortifications. The boy knew nothing of this, but was merely
+an instrument in the hands of the parents. As a matter of course the
+house was immediately searched, but the whole mystery is solved in the
+fact that several of the Secesh _dam-sells_ were quite favorites in
+camp.
+
+General Schofield is driving all known sympathizers beyond his lines,
+and permitting none but the undoubted Union men to remain.
+
+A few nights since, as I was about retiring beneath the umbrageous
+shade of a lovely maple, a voice from above shouted, "Is 'Alf' here?"
+
+"Yes, sir," was the response.
+
+The voice emanated from the epigastrium of a huge fellow-wanderer in
+this wilderness, who was mounted upon a fiery steed.
+
+"You are sent for by the commanding officers of the First Brigade, and
+I have orders to take you there, _peaceably_, if I can; _forcibly_, if
+I must."
+
+As our camp was just getting wrapped in the arms of "Murphy," and not
+wishing to disturb them in their slumber, I consented to go. It was
+about a mile, over hill, through woods and thicket, to their camp. I
+preferred walking; but the gentle persuader on the horse induced me
+to "double up," and, after various efforts, I succeeded in mounting. I
+told the driver I was a poor rider, and convinced him of it before
+long. As the horse objected to my being placed so far back on his
+haunch, and I couldn't get forward, there naturally arose a dispute,
+which eventuated in the horse running off with both of us. After being
+duly deposited on the ground, the horse seemed delighted, and
+expressed his pleasure by kicking up his heels. After various
+vicissitudes, I was safely deposited at the head-quarters of the First
+Brigade, under the command of Colonel Connell.
+
+Upon the announcement that "Alf" had "arriv," I heard the stentorian
+lungs of Colonel Durbin Ward ask: "Dead or alive?"
+
+With fear and trembling I entered the tent, and found Colonel Connell,
+with nearly all his officers. I think Byron says something about there
+being
+
+  "A sound of revelry by night."
+
+Well, so there was. Byron can prove it by me. O, shades of the
+"vine-clad hills of Bingen," but the "Isabella" was profuse! I
+remember being kept busy for two hours telling yarns and riddles, and
+the next day was accused of borrowing a horse and leading him home. My
+medical adviser, Dr. Wright, of the 35th Ohio, kept with me until the
+roads forked, and then he _deviated_.
+
+Yesterday I paid a visit to the lamented Bob McCook's "Old Ninth"
+Regiment. The men are in splendid condition--the pride of the
+division. They are noted as the most ingenious battalion in the Army
+of the Cumberland. They have improvised a turning-shop, and
+manufacture chessmen, checkers, and every variety of specimens in that
+line. They have a flying-Dutchman, revolving swing, quoits, bag races,
+etc., while the lovers of horse-racing and cock-fighting can be duly
+amused every day in the week by members of the different regiments,
+each tenacious of the fair fame of his favorite battalion. Last night
+a fine game-cock, belonging to the 2d Minnesota, whipped one owned by
+the 35th Ohio, and, as a matter of course, the 2d Minnesota are in
+high glee, "crowing" over their chicken.
+
+The 2d Minnesota, the 35th Ohio, and 9th Ohio Regiments are wedded.
+Each will vie with the other for the laurels in case of a fight. We
+have here, close at hand, the 17th, 31st, and 34th Ohio, besides those
+already mentioned. Our force is adequate for all the rebels dare send
+against us.
+
+The voice of the boys is universally for the Union, against all
+traitors, whether those who openly meet them in the field, or the more
+dastardly coward that remains at home and backbites, and aids the
+enemy by words of comfort, and spreading dissensions in the rear.
+
+The soldiers are unanimous upon the war question. They want no
+milk-and-water policy, and all they ask is, that the friends at home
+will back them in the field. Let all, whether Democrat, Republican,
+Abolitionist, or Pro-slavery, _unite_ upon the _Union_. Let us have
+the Government sustained, regardless of all else. People at home have
+no right to dictate to our leaders what policy they should pursue.
+They are presumed to know what is best. If slavery falls, why
+sympathize with the owners? What claims have they upon your
+sympathies? A strange change has come over the people since former
+years. One party accused the other, and all who were opposed to
+slavery, as having "nigger on the brain." Now it is reversed. The
+rebel sympathizer, the ultra pro-slavery man, is the individual who is
+now troubled with this complaint.
+
+Let us hope our whole people will be thoroughly united at the coming
+elections, and let their motto be: "We are unalterably opposed to the
+secession of one inch of the territory of the American Union." Then I,
+for one, and I know it is the universal feeling of this entire
+division, will not care if the man who comes in on that platform be
+Democrat, Whig, or Republican; he should have the support of all true
+lovers of his country.
+
+
+WOMEN IN BREECHES.
+
+Whether the women in modern times have taken the cue from the poet's
+words,
+
+  "Once more unto the _breech_, dear friends,"
+
+and merely added the plural, making it "breeches," I know not; but the
+present war for the Union has elicited much enthusiasm among the
+gentler sex, causing them, in many instances, to lay aside their
+accustomed garb, and assume the exterior of the sterner portion of
+creation; in proof of which the following story of the war is given:
+
+A young woman arrived in Chicago from Louisville, Ky., whose history
+is thus related in the _Post_ of that city:
+
+"She gave her name as Annie Lillybridge, of Detroit, and stated that
+her parents reside in Hamilton, Canada. Last spring she was employed
+in a dry-goods store in Detroit, where she became acquainted with a
+Lieutenant W----, of one of the Michigan regiments, and an intimacy
+immediately sprang up between them. They corresponded for some time,
+and became much attached to each other. Some time during last summer,
+Lieutenant W---- was appointed to a position in the 21st Michigan
+Infantry, then rendezvousing in Ionia County. The thought of parting
+from the gay lieutenant nearly drove her mad, and she resolved to
+share his dangers and be near him. No sooner had she resolved upon
+this course than she proceeded to the act. Purchasing male attire, she
+visited Ionia, enlisted in Captain Kavanagh's company, 21st Regiment.
+While in camp she managed to keep her secret from all; not even the
+object of her attachment, who met her every day, was aware of her
+presence so near him.
+
+"Annie left with her regiment for Kentucky, passed through all the
+dangers and temptations of a camp life, endured long marches, and
+sleeping on the cold ground, without a murmur. At last, the night
+before the battle of Pea Ridge, (or Prairie Grove,) in which her
+regiment took part, her sex was discovered by a member of her company;
+but she enjoined secrecy upon him, after relating her previous
+history. On the following day she was under fire, and, from a letter
+she has in her possession, it appears she behaved with marked
+gallantry, and, with her own hand, shot a rebel captain, who was in
+the act of firing upon Lieutenant W----. But the fear of revealing her
+sex continually haunted her. After the battle, she was sent out, with
+others, to collect the wounded, and one of the first corpses found by
+her was the soldier who had discovered her sex.
+
+"Days and weeks passed on, and she became a universal favorite with
+the regiment, so much so that her Colonel (Stephens) frequently
+detailed her as regimental clerk, a position that brought her in close
+contact with her lover, who, at this time, was either major or
+adjutant of the regiment. A few weeks subsequently she was out on
+picket duty, when she received a shot in the arm that disabled her,
+and, notwithstanding the efforts of the surgeon, her wound continually
+grew worse. She was sent to the hospital at Louisville, where she has
+been ever since, until a few weeks ago, when she was discharged by the
+post surgeon, as her arm was stiffened and rendered useless for life.
+She implored to be permitted to return to her regiment; but the
+surgeon was unyielding, and discharged her. Annie immediately hurried
+toward home, and, by the aid of benevolent strangers, reached this
+city. At Cincinnati she told her secret to a benevolent lady, and was
+supplied with female attire. She declares that she will enlist in her
+old regiment again, if there is a recruiting officer for the 21st in
+Michigan. She still clings to the lieutenant, and says she must be
+near him if he falls or is taken down sick; that where he goes she
+will go; and when he dies, she will end her life by her own hand."
+
+
+ANOTHER INCIDENT OF THE WAR.
+
+A few weeks since, a captain, accompanied by a young soldier,
+apparently about seventeen years of age, arrived in this city, in
+charge of some rebel prisoners. During their stay in the city, the
+young soldier alluded to had occasion to visit head-quarters, and at
+once attracted the attention of Colonel Mundy, as being exceedingly
+sprightly, and possessed of more than ordinary intelligence. Being in
+need of such a young man at Barracks No. 1, the Colonel detailed him
+for service in that institution. He soon won the esteem of his
+superior officers, and became a general favorite with all connected
+with the barracks. A few days ago, however, the startling secret was
+disclosed that the supposed young man was a young lady, and the fact
+was established beyond doubt, by a soldier who was raised in the same
+town, with her, and knew her parents. She "acknowledged the corn," and
+begged to be retained in the position to which she had been assigned;
+having been in the service ten months, she desired to serve during the
+war. Her wish was accordingly granted, and she is still at her post.
+
+We learned the facts above stated, and took occasion to visit the
+barracks, and was introduced to "Frank Martin," (her assumed name,)
+and gleaned the following incidents connected with her extraordinary
+career during the past ten months:
+
+Frank was born near Bristol, Penn., and her parents reside in
+Alleghany City, where she was raised. They are highly respectable
+people, and in very good circumstances. She was sent to the convent in
+Wheeling, Va., at twelve years of age, where she remained until the
+breaking out of the war, having acquired a superior education, and all
+the accomplishments of modern days. She visited home after leaving the
+convent; and, after taking leave of her parents, proceeded to this
+city, in July last, with the design of enlisting in the 2d East
+Tennessee Cavalry, which she accomplished, and accompanied the Army of
+the Cumberland to Nashville. She was in the thickest of the fight at
+Murfreesboro, and was severely wounded in the shoulder, but fought
+gallantly, and waded Stone River into Murfreesboro, on the memorable
+Sunday on which our forces were driven back. She had her wound
+dressed, and here her sex was disclosed, and General Rosecrans made
+acquainted with the fact. She was accordingly mustered out of service,
+notwithstanding her earnest entreaty to be allowed to serve the cause
+she loved so well. The General was very favorably impressed with her
+daring bravery, and superintended the arrangements for her safe
+transmission to her parents. She left the Army of the Cumberland,
+resolved to enlist again in the first regiment she met.
+
+
+NEGRO SERMON DELIVERED AT TRIUNE, TENN.
+
+                              Camp near Triune, Tenn., _May 16, 1863_.
+
+Last Sunday week there was a grand revival meeting of the numerous
+contrabands, at the Brick Church, near the village. The house was
+crowded by the most fashionable black belles in the county, many of
+them dressed "_a la mode_." An old man arose, and stated that he had
+formerly been a _circus_ preacher, and "done been ober de country from
+station to station, preachin' de gospel," and he now felt like
+"talkin' to de brudders and sistern." He commenced his discourse:
+
+"MY BELUBED BREDERN--I haben't got no Bible. De rebels, when dey
+squatulated from dis place, done toted dem all off wid 'em. Derefore,
+I am destrained to make a tex' myself, and ax you,
+
+  "'WHAR DO YOU LIB?'
+
+"Is your dwellin' in de tents of wickedness? Now, my belubed bredern,
+de world am a whirlin' and a whirlin', jest as it allers hes bin. Dish
+here world nebber stan' still for de Yanks or for de rebs, but keeps
+on its course jest de same, and why shouldn't you do so likewise?
+
+"If de Lord is a smilin' on us dark sheep ob de flock, and Fader
+Abraham has got his bosom ready for to _deceib_ us, why should we not
+be _preparred_ for de glory ob dat day?
+
+"My tex' _requires_ ob you, '_Whar do you lib?_'
+
+"Is you strollin' round, wid no hope of de future freedom starrin' you
+in de face? Massa Linkum has done tole you, dat if you work for de
+salvation ob de Union, dat you shall be saved, no matter what de
+Legislatur' ob Kaintuck may say to de reverse contrary dereof--_dat
+is_, if de _Union_ be saved _likewise_; and Massa Linkum is de man
+what will stand up to de rack; so, derefore, I ax you, '_Whar do you
+lib?_'
+
+"De good book done tole you dat you can't serb two masters; but dat is
+a passenger ob Scriptur' I nebber could understan' wid all my larnin',
+for de most ob us has been serbin' a heap o' masters durin' dis
+comboberation ob de white folks, wherein we colored gemmen is
+interested; derefore I ask, agin and agin, de momentus question ob
+'_Whar do you lib?_'
+
+"Now, my brudders, I is perfec'ly awar dat many ob you don't lib much,
+but dat you jest 'sassiate round;' you isn't de right stripe; _you
+don't lib nowhar_.
+
+"Wharfor is dis state ob society, after all de white folks am a doin
+for you?
+
+"Look aroun' an' aroun' you, an' see de glorious names oh our colored
+bredern what is fitin' an a fitin' for you in de army. Dars Horace
+Greeley and Fred Douglass; dars Jack Mims and Wendal Phlips; dars
+Lennox Ramond and Lloyd Garrison. De last-mentioned colored pusson is
+a tic'lar friend ob mine, and is named after a place whar dey now is
+trainin' a lot ob our race. De Garrison was named after de garrison.
+
+"Den dars Mrs. Beechum Sto; look at dat lady; isn't she going from de
+camp to de camp just like de Martingale--what de English people had in
+de las' war in Florence; and don't dey call her de Florence Martingale
+ob dis hemisphere?
+
+"Be ye also ready to answer de question as to '_Whar do you lib?_'
+
+"So dat de glorification ob Uncle Abraham Linkum shall resound ober de
+earth, and we darkeys no longer hab to hoe de corn, but lib foreber on
+de fat ob de lan'. Brudder Jerry will please pass aroun' de hat."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII.
+
+     Letter from Cheat Mountain -- The Women of the South --
+     Gilbert's Brigade.
+
+
+LETTER FROM CHEAT MOUNTAIN.
+
+                              Camp of 6th Ohio, at Elkwater, Va., 1861.
+
+The trees begin to look barren, the bronzed hue of the surrounding
+hills admonishing us that October, chill and drear, is upon us. Every
+thing in nature is cheerless, and, adding to nature, man has, with
+despoiling hands, laid waste the country for miles about our present
+location. Pen can not describe the devastation of an army: orchards
+are swept away; of fences scarce a trace is left; houses are converted
+into stables, fodder-cribs, and store-houses; corn-fields are used as
+pastures; forests must fall to supply our men with fire-wood; in fact,
+with the soldier nothing is sacred. And why should any thing be sacred
+in this "section," where traitors have been fostered, and where every
+vote cast was for secession? Let them reap the harvest they themselves
+have sown.
+
+The farmers come daily into camp, whining because our men cut down
+their sugar-trees, or "find" a few cabbages or apples; but, as the
+Colonel is aware that the boys must be kept in fire-wood, he is
+heedless of their whimperings.
+
+The cold is telling fearfully upon the men at night, and I fear, if a
+supply of clothing is not soon forthcoming, much suffering will be the
+consequence. It is a burning disgrace to somebody, that such things
+should be, and it is galling to our regiment to see Indiana troops,
+just mustered into service, passing our encampment with large, heavy
+overcoats, and every thing about them denoting comfort and an
+attention to their wants. The cold frosts are beginning to leave their
+imprints; already snow is capping the mountain-tops, and God help us
+if we get winter-bound in this "neck of woods." Some few are glorying
+in the thought of the fine deer and bear hunts they will have. The
+latter I can't _bear_ to think about, and the former a man must be
+_der_anged to think of catching upon, these mountains.
+
+The paymaster has been disbursing his funds for the past three days,
+and the boys are all in excellent spirits. Theodore Marsh and Leonard
+Swartz will go home heavily laden with the hard earnings of this
+regiment. How many hearts will be gladdened by the receipt of the
+little pittances sent, and how loth many will be to use the money when
+they remember the toil endured to obtain it! But let the friends rest
+assured that the _money_ was not thought of. A purer, a more noble
+thought and higher aim animated the breasts, of those who have so
+nobly suffered--a determination to see their country's honor
+maintained.
+
+Our pickets have scoured the country around, far and near, but no
+signs of the enemy can be found. There is no doubt but that they have
+retired for the winter. There will, however, be plenty left to guard
+the interests of the Federal army until spring, when, no doubt, the
+campaign will be opened with vigor, if not sooner settled.
+
+In the reconnoissance by our regiment, a week since, traces of Captain
+Bense and his party were found in the Secession camp; several of Hall
+& Cobb's (our sutlers) checks being found in their camp, and a
+prisoner, afterward brought in, said they had been forwarded to
+Richmond, Va.
+
+A rumor that this regiment is to be immediately ordered to Cincinnati
+set the boys fairly dancing; but Madame Rumor is so frequent a visitor
+that the more sensible scarcely noticed her arrival. The most
+authentic rumor is, that Colonel Bosley is to be made a
+brigadier-general. "We shall see what we shall see."
+
+The sky is threatening, and dark as midnight, the air intensely cold,
+and we are hourly expecting a regular old snow-storm. Chestnuts, fine
+and ripe, are abundant; there are hundreds of bushels all over these
+hills, while wild grapes are as abundant as hops in Kent.
+
+Yesterday, a wild-cat was shot and brought into camp by one of the 3d
+Ohio boys. He was about three feet in length, and a "varmint" I
+shouldn't like to meet on a dark night.
+
+                              Yours,
+
+                                        Alf.
+
+
+THE WOMEN OF THE SOUTH.
+
+A great deal has been written about them, and there is no doubt but
+they are a thousandfold more bitter than the men. They were, and many
+are yet, perfectly venomous; and the more ignorant, the more spiteful
+they seem. The following act was blazoned forth as wonderfully heroic
+in its character, just after our forces occupied Philippa, Beelington,
+and Beverly:
+
+"The two noble heroines, Misses Abbie Kerr and Mary McLeod, of
+Fairmont, Marion County, who rode from their home to Philippa, a
+distance of thirty-odd miles, to apprise our forces there of the
+approach of the enemy, arrived in Staunton by the western train, on
+Wednesday night last, and remained till Friday morning, when they went
+to Richmond. While here they were the 'observed of all observers,' and
+were received with a cordial welcome. Great anxiety was manifested by
+all to hear a detailed account of their interesting adventures from
+their own lips.
+
+"They left Fairmont at six o'clock on Sunday morning, and hastened,
+without escorts, to Philippa. They had not gone a great distance
+before they found that a shoe of one of the horses needed fixing. They
+stopped at a blacksmith's shop for that purpose, and while there a
+Union man came up and questioned them very closely as to who they
+were, and on what mission they were going. Miss McLeod replied to his
+interrogatories, telling him that their surname was Fleming, and that
+they were going to Barbour County, to see their relations. Their
+interrogator seemed to be very hard to satisfy, and it taxed the
+ingenuity of Miss McLeod to improvise a story which would succeed in
+imposing upon him. As soon as the horse-shoe had been fixed, they
+again proceeded upon their way, but had not gone far before their evil
+genius, their interrogator at the blacksmith's shop, dashed by them on
+horseback. They perceived that his suspicions had not been allayed,
+and that he was going on in advance of them to herald the approach of
+spies. They allowed him to pass out of sight, in advance, and then
+destroyed the letters they had in their possession, that the search of
+their persons, to which they then anticipated they would be required
+to submit, might not betray them. When they arrived at the village of
+Webster, they found it in commotion, and many persons were anxiously
+awaiting their arrival, in the eager hope of capturing the spies.
+
+"They were there subjected to a rigorous cross-examination. The
+heroines were calm and self-possessed--answering questions without
+hesitancy, and expressing a perfect willingness to have their persons
+searched by any lady who might be selected for that purpose. They were
+allowed to pass on, after being detained for some time, though there
+were some in the crowd who were very much opposed to it. As soon as
+they got out of sight of that village they rode very rapidly, for fear
+they might still be arrested by some of those who were so much opposed
+to allowing them to proceed. They arrived at Philippa about two
+o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, and told Colonel Porterfield
+that the enemy would attack his camp that night or the next morning.
+
+"These ladies then went to the house of a Mr. Huff, about a mile and a
+half from Philippa, where they stayed all night. The next morning they
+heard the report of the firing at Philippa, and, in disguise,
+accompanied by a countrywoman, returned to Philippa, on foot, to see
+what had been the result. They moved about among the enemy without
+being detected or molested in the least degree. Going into one of the
+houses, they found James Withers, of the Rockbridge Cavalry, who had
+concealed himself there to prevent the enemy from capturing him. These
+ladies immediately told him that they would effect his rescue, if he
+would trust to them. He very readily consented; whereupon these ladies
+disguised him as a common countryman, by furnishing him with some old
+clothes; they then gave him a basket of soap, with a recipe for making
+it, that he might pass as a peddler of that necessary article. With
+these old clothes, and a basket of soap on his arm, and gallantly
+mounted upon a mule, accompanied by his guardian angels, he passed
+safely through the crowds of the enemy, and was brought by them, safe
+and sound, into the camp of his friends at Beverly, after a circuitous
+and hard ride over precipitous mountains, where persons had seldom, if
+ever, ridden before. His fellow-soldiers and friends rejoiced greatly
+when he arrived, for they thought that he was either killed or taken
+prisoner by the enemy; they rejoiced that the supposed 'dead was
+alive,' and the 'lost was found.' He is now known in our camp as the
+'peddler of soap.' The heroic conduct of these ladies will live in
+history, and they will become the heroines of many a thrilling story
+of fiction, in years to come."
+
+We have no doubt but that their names will live in history. Benedict
+Arnold is still in the memory of every American, loathed and despised,
+as Davis and his crew will eventually be, without doubt.
+
+
+GILBERT'S BRIGADE.
+
+In May last, the 124th Ohio was near Franklin, Tenn., a part of
+General Granger's division, and belonging to Gilbert's brigade.
+Friend "Esperance," in writing about the regiment, says: "We are
+encamped near Franklin, in a beautiful situation as regards the view
+of the country; and in a military point of view it is excellent, being
+surrounded with sufficient elevations of land to enable our
+fortifications to sweep the whole country in every direction. The
+brigade is composed of the 113th, 124th, 125th, and the 121st Ohio
+Volunteers, and the 78th Illinois. The 124th Ohio was organized in
+Cleveland, but contains two companies from Cincinnati--company G,
+under the command of William A. Powell, of your city, and company I,
+under the command of Captain J. H. Frost, also of Cincinnati. Captain
+Powell has been in the service ever since the commencement of the war;
+he has served in Virginia and Maryland, also in Missouri, in General
+Fremont's Body-guard. He was again in Maryland last summer, at
+Cumberland, in command of a company in the 84th Ohio Volunteer
+Infantry, and is, in all respects, strictly a military man, very
+generally liked by his company, and respected by his superior
+officers. Captain Frost has also been in the service before, and is
+much liked by his men, and esteemed by all who know him here. The
+health of the regiment is good, and of the two companies from
+Cincinnati especially so.
+
+"With regard to the army of General Rosecrans, it is by us considered
+invincible. General Rosecrans is looked upon as a host in himself.
+Every soldier appears anxious to meet the enemy; the idea of a defeat
+never seems to enter into their imagination, but all are enthusiastic
+in their expectation of being able to restore the South and
+South-west of our common country to subjection to the Constitution,
+and obedience to the laws."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A chaplain of an Indiana regiment recently married one of the Hoosier
+boys to a Tennessee girl, and concluded the ceremony by remarking, the
+_oath_ was binding for three years, or _during the war_!
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV.
+
+     Confessions of a Fat Man -- Home-guard -- The Negro on the
+     Fence -- A Camp Letter of Early Times -- "Sweethearts"
+     against the War.
+
+
+CONFESSIONS OF A FAT MAN--HOME-GUARD.
+
+The moment the flag was threatened, large bodies of men were called
+upon to rally to its defense. Being large and able-bodied, I enrolled
+with the home-guard. The drill was very severe in hot weather, and I
+wanted an attendant, a fan, and pitcher of ice-water.
+
+I am constantly reminded that one of the first requirements of a
+soldier is to throw out his chest and draw in his stomach. Having been
+burned out several times, while occupying an attic, I have had
+considerable practice in throwing out my chest; but by what system of
+practice could I ever hope to draw in my stomach? I can't "dress up;"
+it's no use of my trying. If my vest buttons are in a line, I am far
+in the rear. If I toe the mark, a fearful bulge indicates my position.
+Once we had a new drill-sergeant, who was near-sighted. Running his
+eye along the line, he exclaimed sharply:
+
+"What is that man doing in the ranks with a base drum?"
+
+He pointed at me; but I hadn't any drum; it was the surplus stomach,
+that I couldn't, for the life of me, draw in. I am the butt of
+numberless jokes, as you may well suppose. They have got a story in
+the Guards, that, when I first heard the command "order arms," I
+dropped my musket, and, taking out my notebook, began drawing an
+_order_ on the Governor for what arms I needed. They say I ordered a
+Winans steam-gun, with a pair of Dahlgren howitzers for side arms!
+Base fabrication! My ambition never extended beyond a rifled cannon,
+and they know it!
+
+Although, in respect to size, I belong to the "heavies," my preference
+is for the light infantry service. My knapsack is marked "Light
+Infantry!" One evening the spectators seemed convulsed about
+something, and my comrades tittered by platoons, whenever my back was
+turned. It was a mystery to me till I laid off my knapsack. Some
+wretch had erased the two final letters, and I had been parading, all
+the evening, labeled, "LIGHT INFANT!"
+
+The above is one of the thousand annoyances to which I am subjected,
+and nothing but my consuming patriotism could ever induce me to submit
+to it. I overheard a spectator inquire of the drill-sergeant one day:
+
+"Do you drill that fat man all at once?"
+
+"No," he returned, in an awful whisper; "_I drill him by squads!_"
+
+I could have _drilled_ him, if I had had a bayonet.
+
+Specifications have been published in regard to my uniform, and
+contractors advertised for; the making will be let out to the lowest
+bidder. In case the Guards are ordered to take the field, a special
+commissary will be detailed to draw my rations.
+
+[Illustration: The fat volunteer. See page 143.]
+
+That reminds me of a harrowing incident. On last night's drill an old
+farmer, who dropped in to see us drill, took me aside, and said he
+wanted to sell me a yoke of powerful oxen.
+
+"My ancient agriculturist," said I, smiling at his simplicity, "I have
+no use for oxen."
+
+"Perhaps not at present," quoth he, "but if you go to war you will
+want them."
+
+"For what?" said I, considerably annoyed.
+
+"Want 'em to _draw your rations_!"
+
+The Guards paid me a delicate compliment at their last meeting:
+elected me _Child_ of the Regiment, with the rank of a First
+_Corpulent_. I was about to return thanks in a neat speech, when they
+told me it was no use; that a reporter, who was present, had got the
+whole thing in type--speech and all--and I could read it in the
+evening paper. I got his views, and held my own.
+
+Yours for the Union, including the Stars, also the Stripes.
+
+                                        Fat Contributor.
+
+
+"What are you going to do, you bad woman's boy?" said Mrs. Wiggles, as
+her youngest son passed through the kitchen into the garden.
+
+"Down with the Seceshers!" he shouted; and she looked out just in time
+to see the top of a rose-bush fall before the artillery-sword of her
+son, that the youngster held in his hand.
+
+"You had better go to Molasses Jugtion, if you want to do that," she
+said, restraining his hand as 't was lifted against a favorite
+fuschia, that she had trained with so much care.
+
+"Dear me!" she murmured, half to herself; "what a terrible thing war
+is, when children show signs of such terrible consanguinity!"
+
+
+THE NEGRO ON THE FENCE.
+
+      "Hearken to what I now relate,
+       And on its moral meditate."
+
+
+  A Wagoner, with grist for mill,
+  Was stalled at bottom of a hill.
+  A brawny negro passed that way,
+  So stout he might a lion slay.
+  "I'll put my shoulder to the wheels,
+  If you'll bestir your horse's heels."
+  So said the African, and made
+  As if to render timely aid.
+  "No," cried the wagoner, "stand back!
+  I'll take no help from one that's black;"
+  And, to the negro's great surprise,
+  Flourished his whip before his eyes.
+  Our "darkey" quick "skedaddled" thence,
+  And sat upon the wayside fence.
+  Then went the wagoner to work,
+  And lashed his horses to a jerk;
+  But all his efforts were in vain;
+  With shout, and oath, and whip, and rein,
+  The wheels budged not a single inch,
+  And tighter grow the wagoner's pinch.
+  Directly there came by a child,
+  With toiling step, and vision wild,
+  "Father," said she, with hunger dread,
+  "We famish for the want of bread."
+  Then spake the negro: "If you will,
+  I'll help your horses to the mill."
+  The wagoner, in grievous plight,
+  Now swore and raved with all his might,
+  Because the negro wasn't white;
+  And plainly ordered him to go
+  To a certain place, that's down below;
+  Then, rushing, came the wagoner's wife,
+  To save her own and infant's life;
+  By robbers was their homestead sacked,
+  And smoke and blood their pillage tracked.
+
+    Here stops our tale. When last observed,
+  The wagoner was still "conserved"
+  In mud, at bottom of the hill,
+  But bent on getting to the mill;
+  And hard by, not a rod from thence,
+  The negro sat upon the fence.
+
+
+A CAMP LETTER OF EARLY TIMES.
+
+Our camp is alive; our camp is exuberant; our camp is in a _furore_.
+"Who's that man with 'Secesh' clothes?" says one; and "Who's that
+big-faced, genial, good-natured looking feller?" says another. "Are
+they prisoners?" "Maybe it's the paymaster; and that short, chunky man
+is here to watch the other feller, and see that the money is paid all
+on the square." "No, it aint one nor t' other--'tis Cons Millar, the
+ever-vigilant and hard-working Cons, of the _Commercial_; and the
+good-natured looking feller is INVISIBLE GREEN, or, as he is
+familiarly called, Bill Crippen, of the _Times_." They have brought
+sunshine into camp, for a merrier set of soldiers the sun never shone
+on than are the Guthrie Grays to-night. Cons has just had supper, and
+Bill is "spreading devastation" over the table of Captain Andrews.
+They have both been up inspecting intrenchments, which are _in statu
+quo_, the brave Lee having retreated some sixteen miles, or, more
+politely speaking, "fallen back." So I suppose we will soon have to
+creep up on the gallant gentleman once more, and see if he can not be
+induced to fall still further back.
+
+The news of the gallant conduct of our Cincinnati boys at the late
+fight under Rosecrans sent a thrill of pleasure to the hearts of all
+our men, and a feeling of envy that we were not with them to share the
+glory of that day. Colonel Lytle, Stephen McGroarty, and the other
+brave fellows' names, are on the lips of all, and a fervent "God bless
+them" is frequently uttered. Our encampment now may be said to extend
+over four miles, a brigade of twelve thousand; and I can assure you
+they make a formidable appearance. Three splendid batteries, three or
+four fine cavalry companies, and any quantity of men, are yet on the
+way.
+
+One of the best Secesh tricks I have heard of was attempted, a short
+time since, by a rebel telegrapher. When Lee was about to advance upon
+this point, wishing to ascertain the number of troops here, he sent
+out this operator, with pocket implements, to attach to our wires. So,
+carefully picking his way through the woods, Mr. Operator came upon a
+secluded part of the road; climbing the pole, he attached his battery,
+and "click, click, click," he inquires of our operator at
+head-quarters, "How many troops have you altogether, that can, at any
+pressing event, be sent to aid us if we attack Lee?" Just as he
+concluded the query, one of the ever-vigilant pickets of the Indiana
+regiments, who infest the woods and roads in every direction, espied
+the gentleman, and brought him into camp with his non-confiscated
+horse. A minute more and the fellow, doubtless, would have been fully
+informed, as he had guarded against cipher-telegraphing by
+telegraphing that the cipher-operator was out, and the general wanted
+an immediate answer.
+
+Our boys continue to scour the woods, and constantly are finding
+Secesh documents. The following _beautiful poem_ is from the pen of
+Miss M. H. Cantrell, of Jonesboro, Tennessee, and was found in the
+pocket of a "Secesher," who had invaliantly fled, dropping his
+overcoat and love-epistles. It is entitled:
+
+
+    SWEETHARTS AGAINST WAR.
+
+    O Dear! its shameful I declare
+      To make the men all go
+    And leive so manny sweetharts here
+      Wit out a single bough.
+
+    We like to see them leave 'tis true,
+      And wold not urge them stay;
+    But what are we poor girls to do
+      When you are all away?
+
+    We told you we cold spare you here
+      Before you had to go,
+    But Bless your Harts, wernt aware
+      That we would miss you sow.
+
+    We miss you all in manny ways,
+      But troth will ware out;
+    The gratest things we miss you for
+      Joy going withe out.
+
+    On Sunday when we go to church,
+      We look in vane for sum
+    To mete us smilin on the porch,
+      And ask to see us home.
+
+    And then we dont enjoy a walk
+      Since all the bows have gone;
+    For what the good to us plain talk
+      If we must trip alone?
+
+    But what the use talkin thus
+      We will try to beecontent
+    And if you cannot come to us
+      A message may bee cent.
+
+    And that one comfort any way
+      Although we are Apart,
+    There is no reason why we may
+      Not open hart to hart.
+
+    We trust it may not ever come
+      To any War like test,
+    We want to see our Southern home
+      Secured in peaceful rest.
+
+    But if the blood of those we love
+      In freedoms cause must floo,
+    With fervent trust in Lov Above
+      We bid them onward go.
+
+                              Written By your friend,
+
+                                        M. H. Cantrell.
+
+
+I inclose you the original document. I suppose the aforesaid lovyer
+did "onward go," and, no doubt, is still going, if he has not already
+reached the town of Jonesboro, and met his gal upon "the porch" as she
+returned from church.
+
+Snake-hunting has given way to trout-fishing. As a matter of course,
+the noise of camp has driven all trout four miles from our present
+abode; but scarcely a day passes but our men return with a nice string
+of these delicious denizens of the brooks hereabouts.
+
+I have often, heretofore, thought I would like much to be a cavalry
+soldier, but I'll swear I wouldn't like to be a cavalry horse; for, of
+all the hay-forsaken, fleshless-looking animals eyes ever gazed upon,
+the horses out here take the premium. Well, 'pon my word, I took
+Captain Bracken's horse (the roan I once rode) a quart of oats, sent
+from Beverly; well, the horse wouldn't eat them; he didn't know what
+they were! and I had to break or smash some of them so that he might
+smell the "aroma," to facilitate his knowledge, and he was too weak to
+inhale air enough to inflate his nostrils, so that he could smell the
+dainty meal I had in my kindness brought him. Captain Bracken promised
+to have them parched and made into a tea for the animal.
+
+_September 30._--What a jump of time! Well, I'll tell you the cause.
+The morning I intended to post this letter the entire regiment was
+ordered to make an advance upon Mingo Flats, a Secession hole fifteen
+miles from this place. They were accompanied by Howe's battery and an
+Indiana regiment. The boys were not more than fairly started when a
+terrific rain-storm set in. O! what a pitiless, deluging rain! The
+very thought of that _sprinkle_ of twenty hours of unceasing torrent
+makes me, even now, feel as if I should forever have an antipathy
+against drinking water. Onward the boys trudged, seemingly not caring
+a cuss if school kept or not. The Elkwater soon assumed a rather
+formidable appearance; night came on, and with it an increase of the
+flood. We stood up against trees to rest; some crawled in
+fence-corners; a few, more lucky, found an old log stable and a
+smoke-house; these were quickly filled from "pit to dome," as Fred
+Hunt would say, for some slept on rafters, cross-beams, etc. Still it
+poured down; still the fountains of heaven gushed _forth_, fifth,
+tenth, or twentieth; anyhow, it continued to rain, and at daybreak it
+rained yet, and the regiment moved on to Mingo Flats; drove in the
+rebel pickets; heard the Secesh varmints beat the long roll; knew they
+were scared; _and still it rained_! Colonel Sullivan, of the Indiana
+regiment, was in, command: sent out a big gun; boys went on a big
+hill; found the enemy were eight or ten thousand strong; big gun
+ordered back, and as we only had two thousand men, remembered the
+axiom about "discretion being the better part of valor;" obeyed the
+aforesaid axiom. _Still, recollect, it kept raining in torrents_;
+dripping down Quarter-master Shoemaker's pants into his boots; running
+over Colonel Anderson's back. Major Christopher looked dry, in order
+to get a drink: but that was a failure. Captain Westcott looked sad;
+in fact he said it was the wettest time he ever knew or heard tell
+of--wondered if old Noah ever explored these big hills.
+
+Captain Russell picked out a fine hill to locate upon, if this really
+intended to be another deluge. Captain Clark observed he was fond of
+_heavy wet_. Jules Montagnier said it was _due_ time to _dry up_.
+_Still it rained._ The regiments were ordered to fall back. Well, the
+mud was so infernal slippery it was very easily done; some fell
+forward in the vain endeavor to fall back. After killing seven or
+eight poor, pauper-looking, "Secesh varmints," the boys set fire to
+Marshall's store, the enterprising proprietor being away from his
+business--a very notorious Secessionist, having donated $25,000 to
+the C. S. A. The building made a _beautiful_ fire, and our boys
+brought away a fine lot of saws, augers, and various other articles of
+_dry goods_. The loss of the augers, Colonel Anderson says, will be a
+great _bore_ to Marshall. _Please don't forget how infernal hard it
+was raining all this time._
+
+Well, they reached the first ford on their return trip; a sad misnomer
+now, for it was an unfordable ford. The water of old Elkwater was
+rearing and plunging, and furiously wild. Every mountain (and there
+are myriads) was sending out its wet _aid_ to swell the raging
+torrent; the regiment, at this time, only three miles from the
+Secessionists. A bold front had to be put on, as it was a sure thing,
+if the rebels found out the weakness of our force, we were goners.
+There was no doubt, however, but that they were terribly frightened,
+as they had heard we were twenty thousand strong. Anxiously the boys
+waited the falling of the mighty waters. _It had now rained twenty-six
+hours._ Large trees came whistling by with lightning speed; the river
+seemed wild with delight, and the waves clapped their hands, leaping
+higher and higher; but, _as you know_, (no reflection meant,) Mr.
+Editor, a drunken man will get sober if not supplied with more liquor,
+so the river will _subside_ if not furnished with the "aqueous fluid."
+
+Colonel Anderson was the first to cross the stream. His horse plunged
+in boldly, but was within an ace of being carried away by the still
+almost resistless current. There goes "Shoemaker," the easy,
+good-natured "Ned," as he is called. Yes, sure enough, there he does
+go, for his horse has plunged, and the torrent is too wild, for they
+are both beyond their depth, and the horse is going down, down. Every
+eye is bent upon "Shoe." He is carried further and further. He grasps
+a tree and pulls himself up, looking the picture of despair. The major
+says, "H-o-l-d, b-o-y-s! d-o-n't b-e i-n t-o-o m-u-c-h h-u-r-r-y;" but
+they, eager to get back, walked a foot-bridge of rough timber and old
+logs, very narrow. Several crossed upon this, Captain Russell making a
+very narrow escape with his life. Colonel Anderson, perceiving the
+danger, ordered that no more should cross, threatening to shoot the
+first man who should disobey the order. This, as a matter of course,
+was done to deter the men from hazarding their lives needlessly.
+Colonel Anderson had but just given the order, when Frank Guhra, a
+private in Captain Clark's company, made the attempt, reached the
+middle of the stream, lost his balance, fell, and in a moment was
+whirled out of sight, the current running at the rate of twenty miles
+an hour. Several lost their guns. It was three or four hours before
+they succeeded in crossing.
+
+Upon their return to camp an unwelcome sight was presented; the water
+had swept nearly every thing away. The tents had been, many of them,
+three and four feet in water; some had to take to trees to save life.
+The water had subsided, leaving a nasty slime, a foot thick, all over
+the camp-ground. Camp-kettles, knapsacks haversacks, and numerous
+floatable, light articles, had passed down stream--Captain Wilmington
+losing every thing. I saw the Captain trying to borrow a pair of
+pantaloons, he running around in his drawers. An old resident of this
+locality (Mr. Stonnicker) says this is the biggest flood ever known in
+this region. By the by, Mr. Stonnicker has a beautiful daughter, Miss
+Delilah, who seems to be fairly "the child of the regiment,"
+especially of the officers. I will not mention names, as the wives at
+home would be jealous.
+
+I see you talk of sending out a gentleman to take money home to the
+families of the volunteers. But cuss the paymaster, "or any other
+man." Why don't the paymaster come? Send _me_ some papers. I can't get
+any without a peck of trouble.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XV.
+
+     The Winter Campaign in Virginia -- Didn't Know of the
+     Rebellion -- General W. H. Litle -- Drilling -- A Black
+     Nightingale's Song.
+
+
+THE WINTER CAMPAIGN IN VIRGINIA.
+
+Your correspondent has been sick. Your correspondent has been in bed;
+has had the rheumatism in his back, neck, arms, legs, toes; is down
+with the mountain-fever; tries in vain to sleep; howling dog,
+belonging to Captain Russell's "brigade," keeps up such an infernal
+howling it makes me mad: wish Russell had to eat him, hair and all. It
+was raining when I last wrote; think we had just been flooded out.
+Well, the very next day we were again ordered over that Godforsaken
+road, when the clouds again blackened up, and five hundred men tramped
+it. What have the Sixth done that the heavens should open their
+floodgates? All I wonder is, how the boys stand it. But they do bear
+up under it nobly, remembering the Shakspearian passage, slightly
+altered:
+
+  "The same clouds that lower upon the house of Abe Lincoln
+  Look frowningly upon Jeff Davis."
+
+The boys are truly "ragged and sassy;" very many are shoeless, and
+with a flag of truce protruding from the rear. The service in these
+woods wears out more clothing than ordinary service should. Some of
+the boys are careless, but many are, helplessly, nearly naked. Our
+officers have used every exertion to get apparel, but the apparel is,
+like a paymaster, "hard to get hold of." Our men have been sorely
+tantalized by seeing regiment after regiment of the Indiana troops
+paid off, before their very eyes. In fact, they have been running
+round camp, with five, ten, and twenty-dollar gold pieces, shaking
+them in our faces. Add Colwell--Corporal Add--paid an Indiana boy of
+the 17th Regiment three slices of bacon and half a pound of coffee
+just for the privilege of hefting and rubbing his eye with an _eagle_.
+Colwell is a good printer; Colwell is a good writer; and, last and
+best of all, he can eat more gingerbread than any other one man in the
+army: he wants Wash Armstrong to send him a box of the article.
+
+Since the accidental shooting of Lieutenant Moses Bidwell, by Adams,
+of the 17th Indiana, we have had another accident. Mr. Hopkins has had
+his collar-bone broken, and his shoulder-blade thrown completely out
+of place, by the falling of a tree.
+
+We are having jovial times out here, rain or shine. A convocation of
+good fellows met at Captain Abbott's quarters, 3d Ohio. Captain Abbott
+is from Zanesville. Captain McDougal of Newark, Captain Dana of
+Athens, Captain Rossman of Hamilton, Lieutenants House and Swasey of
+Columbus, Lieutenants Bell and Dale of Newark, not forgetting
+Miles--the smiling, good-natured Miles--of the 17th Indiana,
+Quarter-master Shoemaker, Andy Hall, J. W. Slanker, W. B. Sheridan,
+and Self, all of the 6th Ohio, made up the party. The landlord filled
+his flowing bowl, and stories, songs, and recitations were the order
+of the evening, and the
+
+  "Glow-worm '_began_' to show the matin to be near"
+
+ere we started to separate.
+
+Miles invited those who would, to go over to his palace, and promised
+us a sardine supper; accordingly, but few refused the invitation. Now,
+Miles had a _jug of oil_, just from the Thurston House, Paris,
+_Bourbon_ County, Ky. This oil was put to good use; and soon a _box_
+of herring was opened, and the oil again distributed, and then some
+speeches were made.
+
+The meeting was called to order by the fat Quarter-master, Shoemaker.
+
+A motion was made that we adjourn and go to Cincinnati. This was voted
+down. Motions were continually made to take a drink. These were
+carried, every _pop_, by _Sherry_, your correspondent being the only
+one having the moral courage to vote in the negative.
+
+Now, Miles is from Columbus; a jolly, good fellow, and, when the time
+for retiring arrived, proffered me his bed, provided I would notice
+him in my next letter. This I promised, and accepted his hospitality.
+The party dispersed, and Miles was soon in the arms of Morpheus; he
+had fallen asleep making an eloquent appeal to the _chair_. I had just
+got into a nice doze, when I was aroused by the sound of a voice.
+
+"Gen'l'men, you're all my frens, every one of you. But, gen'l'men, I
+invite you, freely, to my sardines. You, 'specially, Ned Shoemaker;
+'specially you, Andy Hall, and all of you.
+
+"The country is a momentous question,"----
+
+Here I ventured to inquire of him as to whom he was addressing his
+conversation?
+
+"Why, my frens," replied he. "Isn't that Ned Shoemaker?" pointing to a
+barrel, upon the top of which was my hat; "and are not those my
+companions," pointing to a pile of cheese-boxes, herring-kegs, etc.,
+that were strewn around.
+
+He was much astonished when I assured him his friends had _departed_
+an hour since, at least.
+
+
+DIDN'T KNOW OF THE REBELLION.
+
+Going out with a party of scouts, one day, in Virginia, we espied,
+away up a little ravine, a log-house, completely isolated.
+Anticipating a good, substantial meal, we rode up to the domicile,
+where an old woman, with a face with all the intelligence of a pig
+beaming from it, came to the door, looking the very picture of
+consternation. We dismounted, and asked for something to eat.
+
+"What! wittles?" exclaimed the horrible-looking creature. "Whar did
+you come from? And what be sogers doin' on here?"
+
+"Well, I came from Indianapolis," said Captain Bracken, "and am after
+something to eat. Are there any Secesh in these parts?"
+
+"Any what?"
+
+"Secesh."
+
+"Why, gracious, what's them?"
+
+"Are you and your folks for the Union?"
+
+"Why, sartain; thar's the old man neow."
+
+Just at this moment there came a gaunt-eyed, slim-livered,
+carnivorous, yellow-skinned, mountain Virginian--no doubt belonging to
+one of the first families, as his name was Rhett.
+
+"Look-a-hear," continued the old woman; "this ere soger wants to know
+if you be for Union?"
+
+The old man looked, if any thing, more astonished than the old woman
+at the soldier. In the course of conversation we asked the man, "What
+he thought of the war?"
+
+"What war?" exclaimed the old fellow; "the Revolution?"
+
+"Yes. The rebellion, we call it."
+
+"Ah! we gin the Britishers fits, didn't we?"
+
+It was evident the man knew nothing of the rebellion going on.
+
+When asked if he heard the fight, the other day, only six miles from
+his house, he opened his eyes widely, and said he "heard it
+'_thunderin'_' mighty loud, but couldn't see no clouds, and didn't
+know what to make _on it_."
+
+The fact was, these people live up in this place; raise what little
+will keep them from year to year; never read a paper, ('cause why,
+they can't); and they scarcely ever visit anybody.
+
+There are many cases of this kind within a few miles of this place,
+where as much _pent-up_ ignorance is displayed. If North Carolina is
+any worse, in Heaven's name send no more money to _distant heathen_,
+but attend to those at home.
+
+
+GENERAL WILLIAM H. LYTLE,
+
+Of whom our city has cause to be justly proud, has won for himself a
+name, engraven on the scroll of honor, as one of our country's heroes.
+A brief mention of his military career may be summed up as follows:
+
+He was, during the Mexican campaign, on General Scott's line, and,
+although but a mere youth, he commanded an independent company of
+volunteer infantry, from Cincinnati, that was afterward attached to
+the 2d Ohio, on Scott's line, and commanded by Colonel William Irwin,
+of Lancaster, Ohio. They were stationed most of the time at the "Rio
+Frio," keeping open the line of communication between the cities of
+Puebla and Mexico. Brigadier-General Robert Mitchell, of Kansas, and
+Brigadier-General McGinnis, of Iowa, were captains in the same
+regiment. At the termination of that war General Lytle studied and
+entered into the practice of the law.
+
+In 1857 he was elected Major-General of the First District of Ohio
+Volunteers. On the 19th of April, 1861, he was ordered by the Governor
+of Ohio to organize a camp for four regiments of infantry, and the day
+after receiving this order General Lytle took into Camp Harrison the
+5th and 6th Ohio Infantry, and shortly after the 9th and 10th Ohio.
+The latter regiment tendered him the colonelcy, which was accepted;
+and he led it through the Virginia campaign, under McClellan and
+Rosecrans, up to the date of Carnifex Ferry, where he was wounded,
+September 10, 1861. Recovering from his wounds, he reported for duty
+in January, 1862, and was placed by General Buell in command of the
+Camp of Instruction at Bardstown, Ky., relieving General Wood. In
+March he was relieved, and reporting at Nashville, was placed in
+command of Dumont's brigade, Major-General O. M. Mitchel's division,
+at Murfreesboro, and made, with General Mitchel, the campaign in
+Northern Alabama, and conducted the evacuation of Huntsville, August
+31, 1862, under orders from Major-General Buell. He commanded the
+Seventeenth Brigade up to the battle of Chaplin Hills, where he was
+again wounded, October 8, 1862. During the following winter he was
+promoted to Brigadier-General, dating from November 29, 1862, and
+reported for duty to the Army of the Cumberland in the spring of 1863,
+and was assigned to the command of the First Brigade, Third Division,
+of the Twentieth Army Corps.
+
+
+A TRIBUTE TO THE TENTH OHIO.
+
+When Colonel Mulligan was in Cincinnati, he and the noble William H.
+Lytle were invited to the dedication of the Catholic Institute. It was
+the 22d of November, 1861. Lytle had just recovered from his Carnifex
+Ferry wound. The Colonel was called upon for a speech. He said:
+
+"When I go back and tell my men how, for their sakes, you have
+received me to-night, _they will feel very proud_. They often think of
+you, my fellow-citizens; and the brother, mother, wife, or sister,
+among you, in spirit visits the soldier as he rests in his chill tent
+at night.
+
+"It does not become me to speak of my own regiment, for I know that
+he who putteth his armor on can not boast as he that puts it off. But,
+as it is distant, and can not hear my words, I may say this much: the
+Tenth has been ever true to the motto inscribed upon its flag--'God
+and the Union.'"
+
+The Colonel paid a feeling tribute to John Fitzgibbons, the dead
+color-bearer of the Tenth, and hoped that the memory of his deeds, of
+Kavanagh, and others, who fell on the field in defense of their
+country, might inspire their countrymen to rise and avenge them.
+
+
+DRILLING.
+
+    Sweet Amy asked, with pleading eyes,
+      "Dear Charley, teach me, will you,
+    The words I've heard your captain say?
+      I should so like to drill you!"
+
+    "What! little one, you take command!
+      Well, Amy, I'm quite willing;
+    In such a company as yours,
+      I can't have too much drilling.
+
+    "Stand over, then, and sing out clear,
+      Like this: 'Squad! stand at ease!'"
+    "O, Charles! you'll wake papa, up stairs;
+      Don't shout like that, love, please."
+
+    "Now, stand at ease, like this, you see!
+      And then, I need scarce mention,
+    The next command you have to give,
+      Is this one: 'Squad! attention!'
+
+    "Now, Amy, smartly after me;
+      (You're sure, dear, it won't bore you?)
+    'Forward, march! Halt! Front! Right dress!'
+      There, now, I'm close before you.
+
+    "'Present arms!'" "Well, it does look odd."
+      "You don't believe I'd trifle!
+    We hold our arms out, just like this,
+      In drill without the rifle.
+
+    "Now say, 'Salute your officer!'"
+      "O, Charles! for shame! how can you?
+    I thought you were at some such trick,
+      You horrid, naughty man you."
+
+    Charles "ordered arms" without command;
+      She smoothed her ruffled hair,
+    And pouted, frowned, and blushed, and then
+      Said softly, "_As you were_!"
+
+
+A BLACK NIGHTINGALE'S SONG.
+
+Shortly after our troops occupied one of the towns in Virginia, a
+squad occupying a tent near a dwelling heard delightful music. The
+unknown vocalist sang in such sweet, tremulous, thrilling notes, that
+the boys strained their ears to drink in every note uttered.
+
+On the following day they made some excuse to visit the house, but no
+one was there. Once they observed a sylph-like form, but she was not
+the person; and so they lived on, each night hearing the same divine
+music.
+
+One night, when they were gathered together, the voice was again
+heard. "By Jove!" said one, "I'm bound to find out who that is; she
+must be discovered." A dozen voices took up the remark, and a certain
+nervous youth was delegated to reconnoiter the place. He crept on
+tiptoe toward the dwelling, leaped the garden-wall, and finally,
+undiscovered, but pallid and remorseful, gained the casement. Softly
+raising his head, he peeped within. The room was full of music; he
+seemed to grow blind for a moment, when lo! upon the kitchen-table sat
+the mysterious songster, an ebony-hued negress, scouring the tinware,
+and singing away. Just as he was peering through the window, the ebony
+songster discovered him. The soldier's limbs sank beneath him, and the
+black specimen of humanity shouted:
+
+"Go 'way dar, you soger-man, or I'll let fly de fryin' pan at your
+head! You musn't stan' dar peekin' at dis chile."
+
+The soldier left, his romantic vision dispelled.
+
+
+OUR HOOSIER BOYS.
+
+Dedicated to the Brave Soldiers of Indiana.
+
+  From East to West your camp-fires blaze,
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+  On Vicksburg's hights our flag you raise,
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+  And on Virginia's trait'rous soil,
+  In answer to your country's call,
+  The echoes of your footsteps fall,
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+
+  While Southern suns upon you beat,
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+  You sternly march the foe to meet,
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+  Two winters, numbered with the past,
+  Have o'er you swept with stormy blast,
+  Since home's dear walls inclosed you last;
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+
+  By Richmond's fields, baptized with blood,
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+  By precious dust 'neath Shiloh's sod,
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+  By every martyred hero's grave,
+  By sacred rights they died to save.
+  We'll cherish in our hearts the brave
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+
+  While yet a vacant place is here,
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+  From hearts and homes will rise the prayer,
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+  "God bless our gallant men and true,
+  And let foul treason meet its due!"
+  That faithful hearts may welcome you
+    Home again, our Hoosier boys!
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI.
+
+     Old Stonnicker and Colonel Marrow, of 3d Ohio -- General
+     Garnett and his Dogs -- "Are You the Col-o-nel of this
+     Post?" -- Profanity in the Army -- High Price of Beans in
+     Camp -- A Little Game of "draw."
+
+
+OLD STONNICKER AND COLONEL MARROW, OF 3d OHIO.
+
+A Peculiar specimen of the "genus Virginia" had a great deal of
+trouble while our army was encamped at Elkwater. Stonnicker's fences
+and sugar-camp were used for fire-wood, corn-field for fodder,
+apple-trees stripped.
+
+Stonnicker's family were sick. One of his oldest gals had the "soger's
+fever." He "guessed she must o' cotched it from either the 3d Ohio or
+17th Ingeeana Regiment, as the officers kept a comin' there so much."
+
+One day he sent for Colonel Marrow, and the Colonel obeying the
+summons, Stonnicker said:
+
+"Colonel, one of my children is dead, and I haven't any thing to bury
+the child in."
+
+The Colonel, a kind-hearted gentleman, had a neat coffin made; lent
+the old man horses and an ambulance, and attended personally to the
+burial, at which the old man took on "_amazingly_."
+
+An hour or two after the funeral, old Stonnicker strolled up to the
+Colonel's quarters.
+
+"Colonel," said he, as the tears rolled down his cheeks; "Colonel,
+what shall I do?"
+
+The Colonel, thinking he was mourning over the loss of his
+lately-buried child, replied:
+
+"O, bear up under such trials like a man."
+
+"Wal, I know I orto; but, Colonel, can't you do something for me? It
+is too bad! I feel so miserable! Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!"
+
+"O, come, be a man," said the Colonel; "any thing I can do for you
+shall be done, willingly."
+
+"O, Colonel! I knowed it; I knowed it. My old woman allers said you
+was a fust-rate feller; and, Colonel, ef you'll only pay me for them
+two stacks of hay your men took from my field, I shall be mighty glad,
+for I want the money."
+
+It is needless to say that the Colonel's sympathies instantly ceased,
+and, turning on his heel, he might have been heard to say, "O, d----n
+you and your hay."
+
+
+GENERAL GARNETT AND HIS DOGS.
+
+It was said by the boys that at the battle in which General Garnett
+was killed, a favorite dog of his was with him on the field. During
+the three months following I saw not less than fifty dogs, each one
+said, positively, to be the identical dog belonging to the rebel
+general.
+
+
+ARE YOU THE COL-O-NEL OF THIS POST?
+
+I was seated one day in the telegraph office at Beverly. Prince was
+the telegrapher, and he was communicating with some female at
+Buckhannon, telling her to come over on the next train. While enjoying
+a lump of white sugar dissolved in hot water, sent by Uncle Peter
+Thomson, especially to cure my cold, a big, brawny Irishman entered
+the office, and, as I was rigged out in the Secession uniform of
+Captain Ezzard, of the Gate City Guards, Atlanta, Georgia, I was
+mistaken for a general by the said Irishman, who accosted me much
+after this style:
+
+"Good mornin' to ye, sur. And how are yees dis mornin'?"
+
+"Good morning, sir," said I.
+
+"Sure, sir," said he; "are you the Col-o-nel of this post? for it was
+him I was towld to ax for--for a pass to get to see my wife, who lives
+five miles away from here, adjoining the white church, forninst the
+first woods to the right as you go to Huttonsville."
+
+As soon as he finished his speech I informed him I was not the
+Col-o-nel, but that Colonel William Bosley was the gentleman he must
+see. I told him, moreover, that "the Colonel was a very cross man;
+very strict in his discipline: if he didn't approach him "just so," he
+would very likely refuse any pass, and kick him into the bargain."
+
+"Thank you, sur; thank you, sur. O, but I'll approach him right. Never
+fear me!"
+
+I pointed him to the marquee, in front of which was a large stake, or
+post, for hitching horses.
+
+"There," said I, "you see; that's the post."
+
+"Well, sur; plaise to tell me what I must do?"
+
+"You must go three times round the post; make your bow; place your
+hands behind you; walk to the entrance of his tent, and inquire, 'If
+he commands that post?' Tell him you want to see your wife, and the
+pass, no doubt, will be given you."
+
+The Irishman did as requested. Colonel Bosley said he knew there was a
+joke up, and humored it; and after putting all sorts of grotesque
+questions to the man, he was allowed to go on his way, rejoicing.
+
+
+HIGH PRICE OF BEANS IN CAMP--A LITTLE GAME OF "DRAW."
+
+Beans were excessively high, one season, in our army. I have seen
+Charley Brutton and Lieutenant Southgate and Captain Frank Ehrman, and
+other officers, pay as high as five cents apiece for them. Brutton
+said he intended to make bean-soup of his. Often, while I stood
+looking at parties around a table, I heard remarks like these:
+
+"Ten beans better than you."
+
+I suppose he meant that his ten beans were better than his opponent's
+ten beans. Then some one of the party, seated at the end of the table,
+would say:
+
+"I SEE THEM TEN BEANS."
+
+Well, so did I, and everybody else about there. We couldn't help but
+see them. Why, therefore, need he make so superfluous a remark? Then
+the other would say:
+
+"I CALL YOU."
+
+But I didn't hear him _call_. All he would do was, to lay his beans on
+the pile in the middle of the table, and soon they all spread out some
+pictures and dots that were printed on white pasteboard. Then _one
+man_ reaches out his hand and _draws_ over the beans to his side; and
+he smiles complacently, and all the others look beat and crabbed. And
+this they call a little game of _draw_.
+
+Charley Clark and Captain Westcott say 'tis a bad practice; _and they
+ought to know_.
+
+
+PROFANITY IN THE ARMY.
+
+It is astonishing how rapidly men in the service become profane. I
+never before appreciated the oft-quoted phrase, "He swears like a
+trooper." Young men whom I have noticed, in times gone by, for their
+urbanity and quiet demeanor, now use language unbecoming gentlemen
+upon any occasion. But here it is overlooked, because "_everybody does
+it_;" but, to my mind,
+
+  "'Tis a custom more honored in the breach than the observance."
+
+Gambling, too! O, how they take to it! "O, it's just for pastime,"
+says one. Yes; but it is a pastime that will grow and grow, and drag
+many a one to ruin. Among the many ways that the boys have of evading
+the law against it in camp is, going off into the woods and taking a
+"quiet game," as they term it. Chuck-a-luck, sweat-cloth, and every
+species of device for swindling are resorted to by the baser sort.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVII.
+
+     Hard on the Sutler: Spiritualism Tried -- A Specimen of
+     Southern Poetry -- Singular -- March to Nashville -- General
+     Steadman Challenged by a Woman -- Nigger Question -- "Rebels
+     Returning."
+
+
+HARD ON THE SUTLER--SPIRITUALISM TRIED.
+
+The officers of some regiments will drink--that is, they can be
+_induced_.
+
+There was a sutler, a great devotee to the modern science--if science
+it can be called--of spiritualism. The officers found this out, and
+determined to play upon his credulity. The quarter-master was quite a
+wag, and lent himself to the proposed fun. His large tent was
+prepared: holes were made in it, and long black threads attached to
+various articles in the apartment, and one or two persons stationed to
+play upon these strings.
+
+The party met as per agreement; every thing was arranged; the
+credulous sutler present. While enjoying the evening, the crowd were
+surprised to see things jumping around; a tumbler was jerked off a
+table, no one near it; clothing lifted up from the line running
+through the length of the tent. Some one suggested "spirits." All
+acknowledged the mystery, while some would, and others would not,
+accept the spiritual hypothesis as a correct solution. The matter
+must be tested, and the sutler was appointed chief interrogator.
+
+"If," said he, "there are really spirits, why can they not prove it,
+by knocking this candlestick from my hand?"
+
+"Why can't they?" echoed others.
+
+And, sure enough, no sooner said than done, and done so quickly that
+no one but the performer was the wiser, whose knuckles, he said,
+pained him for a week afterward. Another of the party said to the
+spirit, "Fire a pistol."
+
+Bang! was the reply.
+
+The sutler became terrified. Again it was agreed that they should try
+questioning by the rapping process. The sutler proceeded:
+
+"Are there any spirits present?"
+
+Rap! rap! rap!
+
+"Is it the spirit of a deceased relative?"
+
+Rap! rap! rap!
+
+"Whose relative is it? The Quarter-master's?"
+
+Rap.
+
+"The Adjutant's?"
+
+Rap.
+
+"Mine?"
+
+Rap! rap! rap!
+
+Here the sutler was requested to ask if there was anybody in the room
+who had committed any crime. The question was asked, and
+
+Rap! rap! rap! was the reply.
+
+"Is it the Quarter-master?"
+
+Rap.
+
+"Is it the Colonel?"
+
+Rap!
+
+"Is it the Adjutant?"
+
+Rap!
+
+"Is it the Surgeon?"
+
+Rap!
+
+"Is it m-m-e?"
+
+Rap! rap! rap!
+
+"O yes; I know it!" exclaimed the conscience-stricken sutler. (The
+first case of the kind I ever knew.) "O yes; I confess I was a
+Methodist class-leader, and now, here I am, drinking whisky, and
+selling it, and getting three prices from the boys for every thing I
+sell. O! I'll go and pray!" And he accordingly departed. The sutler
+reported, in the morning, that he had prayed, and felt much relieved.
+It so wrought upon his mind that the joke had to be explained to him,
+to prevent his being driven to distraction.
+
+
+A SPECIMEN OF SOUTHERN POETRY.
+
+From the appended exquisite gem of "Southern poetry," it will be seen
+that they wish to raise the black flag. Well, _why don't they raise
+it?_ Let us hope that for every black flag they raise, Uncle Abraham
+will raise a _black regiment_. It is from the Chattanooga _Rebel_, and
+is entitled
+
+
+  THE BLACK FLAG.
+
+  Raise now the sable flag! high let it wave
+  O'er all Secessia's hills and flowery vales,
+  And on its sable folds the motto trace,
+  "For victory or death!" The hated foe
+  Have gathered in our lovely land, and trod,
+  With desecrating steps, our State's proud Capital.
+  They've pillaged in our cities, burned our homes,
+  Exiled our stanch, true-hearted patriots,
+  Arrested loyal citizens, and sent
+  Them to those hungry bastiles of the North,
+  The ignominious "Chase" and "Johnson's Isle."
+  Our clergy--God's anointed--who refused
+  To take a black, obnoxious oath, to perjure
+  Their own souls, they placed in "durance vile."
+  The noble daughters of the "sunny South,"
+  Whose hearts were with their country's cause, they forced
+  To yield obedience to their hated laws,
+  Nor heeded cries of pity; whether from
+  Matron staid, beseeching them to leave her,
+  For her little ones, her own meat and bread;
+  Or from the bright-eyed boy, with manly grace,
+  Who brooks, with sorrowing looks, the insults she
+  Is forced to bear, and dares not to resent;
+  Or from the gray-haired sire, whose cord of life
+  Is nearly loosed, who, in enfeebled tones,
+  Prays them to cease their vexing raids, and let
+  An old man die in peace. Nor will they list
+  To maiden fair, whose virtue is their goal.
+  They've desolated every home where once
+  Abundance bloomed, and with the weapons of
+  A warrior (?)--fire and theft--have laid our homes
+  In ashes, plundered their effects, and sworn
+  Th' extermination of Secessia's sons.
+  Then raise the ebon flag! with Spring's warm breath
+  Let it unfurl its night-like folds, and wave
+  Where noble "Freeman" fills a martyr's grave.
+  Then strike! but not for booty, soldiers brave;
+  Fight to defend your liberties and homes--
+  The joy it gives to see the Vandals fall,
+  And catch the music of their dying groans.
+  Go! burn their cities, scourge their fertile lands;
+  Teach them retaliation; plow their fields,
+  And slay by thousands with your iron hail;
+  Scorn every treaty, every Yankee clan.
+  Defy with Spartan courage. _Vengeance_ stamp
+  Upon your bayonets; and let the hills and
+  Vales resound with _Blood_--your battle-cry.
+
+
+SINGULAR.
+
+Civilians are often puzzled, in reading reports of battles, to
+understand how it is that a thousand troops in a body can "stand the
+galling fire of the enemy" for an hour or more, and come out with but
+two or three killed and half a dozen wounded; or how they can "mow
+down the enemy at every shot" for a long time, and yet not kill over a
+dozen or so of them. Every thing that is done now-a-days is a complete
+"rout;" all the enemy's camp equipage, guns, ammunition, etc., are
+taken. Will somebody wiser than I am please explain?
+
+
+THE MODERN TROUBADOUR.
+
+A Camp Song.
+
+  Gaily the bully boy smoked his cigar,
+  As he was hastening off for the war;
+  Singing--"To Secesh land, thither I go:
+  Rebuels! rebuels! fight all you know!"
+
+  'Lize for the bully boy gave nary weep,
+  Knowing full well he'd his promise keep,
+  And make her his little wife; so this was her song--
+  "Bully boy! bully boy! come right along!"
+
+
+                    In Camp, Near Tennessee Line, _October 7, 1862_.
+
+At five o'clock this morning struck tents at camp, a few miles this
+side of Bowling Green, and were on the march for "any place where
+ordered." I am thus indefinite, because the publication of the
+"ultimate destination" is contraband news. Yesterday we were encamped
+in a wildly picturesque part of Kentucky--_intensely_ rocky--abounding
+in caverns and subterranean streams; to-day we marched through what
+has been a delightful country, beautifully rolling land, and
+highly-cultivated farms; but now, what a sad picture is presented!
+Scarce a fence standing; no evidences of industry; all is desolation,
+and the demon of devastation seems to have stalked through the entire
+State with unchecked speed--houses burned, roads neglected, farms
+destroyed, in fact, nothing but desolation staring you in the face,
+turn which way you will.
+
+Early this morning the road was very dusty, but by nine o'clock we had
+a splendid representation of "Bonaparte crossing the Alps," minus the
+Alps, and nothing but active marching kept the boys from feeling the
+extra keenness of old Winter's breath. Still, the boys trudged merrily
+on, feeling confident the present march is not to be fruitless in its
+results, as preceding ones have been. This campaign now presents an
+active appearance, every thing indicating a head to conceive and the
+will to do.
+
+At three o'clock to-day we passed through the neat-looking town of
+Franklin. It looks very new, most of the houses being substantial
+bricks. Here we met General Fry, the man who _slewed_ Zollicoffer. The
+General is of plain, unostentatious appearance, a keen eye, lips
+compressed, the whole countenance denoting determination and quickness
+of perception.
+
+
+GENERAL STEADMAN CHALLENGED BY A WOMAN.
+
+Riding along to-day with General Steadman, who, in his province as
+commander of this brigade, had called at the dwellings on the
+road-side, to see about the sick soldiers left in the houses, the
+General knocked at a door, and a voice within yelled "Come in."
+Obeying the injunction, he opened the door, and inquired how many men
+were there, and, also, if they had the requisite attention shown them.
+After a few minutes' talk with the soldiers, General Steadman entered
+into conversation with Mr. Reynolds, the owner of the property, who,
+among other things, asked the General when he thought the war would
+end; to which the General replied:
+
+"Not till the rebels lay down their arms, or the Secessionists get
+perfectly tired of having their country devastated."
+
+This reply brought in a third party--old Mrs. Reynolds, a regular
+spitfire, a she-Secessionist of the most rabid, cantankerous
+species--a tiger-cat in petticoats. This she specimen of the "Spirit
+of the South," of the demon of desolation, had bottled up her venom
+during the conversation of her son, but could hold in no longer; her
+_vial_ of wrath "busted," the cork flew out, and the way she came at
+the General was a caution to the wayfarers over this road, at any
+rate.
+
+"O, yes! and that's all you nasty Yankees come here for, is, to
+destroy our property, invade our sile, _deserlatin'_ our homes. This
+'ere whole war is nothing but a Yankee speculation, gotten up by the
+North, so that they can steal niggers and drive us from our homes."
+
+"Well, madam, as it is not my province to quarrel with a woman, I
+shall not talk to you. You get excited, and don't know what you're
+talking about."
+
+"O! but I'll talk to _you_ as much as I please. You're all a sneaking
+set of thieves. You can just take yourself out of my house, you dirty
+pup. You're drunk."
+
+The General very placidly listened to the old termagant, and merely
+remarked, "It was too cold to go out of the house just then; he
+guessed he'd warm himself first."
+
+"Get out, quick," said she, opening the door. "I'll let you know I'm a
+Harney. Yes, I'm a grand-daughter of General Harney, of Revolutionary
+fame."
+
+"Well, madam, I have before told you I don't want to quarrel with a
+woman, but if you have any of the male Harneys about the house, who
+will give me the tenth part of the insolence that I have listened to
+from the lips of 'one old enough to know better,' I will soon show him
+of what mettle I'm made."
+
+"Jeemes, give me your six-shooter," fairly shrieked the old woman;
+"I'll soon show him. _I'll fight you at ten paces, sir!_"
+
+The General laughed at her last remark; seeing which, she became
+perfectly furious. Her sons and daughters begged her to desist from
+such talk; but the more they cried "Don't," the less she "_don'ted_."
+
+The family, by this time, had been made aware that it was a real
+General at whom this insolence of tongue was being hurled, and the
+tribulation of the son was great. The General, after thoroughly
+warming himself, quietly walked out with his staff. The son followed
+to the door, making all sorts of apologies for his mother--that she
+had been sick, was peevish, and, at times, out of her head. I
+suggested to him, that I didn't think she would _be so apt to go out
+of her head if John Morgan had come along_, instead of a Union man.
+
+Lucky for that house and its inmates that the 9th Ohio, or any of
+General Steadman's command, were not apprised of the proceedings. The
+General, in the kindness of his heart, and for the sake of the
+soldiers quartered there, placed a guard around her house, to prevent
+her being troubled in the least while the regiments were passing.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVIII.
+
+     Going into Battle -- Letter to the Secesh -- General
+     Garfield, Major-General Rosecrans's Chief of Staff --
+     General Lew Wallace -- The Siege of Cincinnati -- Parson
+     Brownlow -- Colonel Charles Anderson.
+
+
+GOING INTO BATTLE.
+
+Many wonder if men wear their coats and knapsacks, and carry blankets,
+when going into battle. That depends upon circumstances. Sometimes,
+when marching, they find themselves in battle when they least expect
+it. Upon such occasions, soldiers drop every thing that is likely to
+incommode them, and trust to luck for the future.
+
+Many wonder if regiments fire regularly, in volleys, or whether each
+man loads and fires as fast as he can. That, also, depends upon
+circumstances. Except when the enemy is near, the regiments fire only
+at the command of their officers.
+
+You hear a drop, drop, drop, as a few of the skirmishers fire,
+followed by a rattle and a roll, which sounds like the falling of a
+building, just as you may have heard the brick walls at a fire.
+
+Sometimes, when a body of the enemy's cavalry are sweeping down upon a
+regiment to cut it to pieces, the men form in a square, with the
+officers and musicians in the center. The front rank stand with
+bayonets charged, while the second rank fires as fast as it can.
+Sometimes they form in four ranks deep--the two front ones kneeling,
+with their bayonets charged, so that, if the enemy should come upon
+them, they would run against a picket-fence of bayonets. When they
+form this way, the other two ranks load and fire as fast as they can.
+Then the roar is terrific, and many a horse and rider go down before
+the terrible storm of leaden hail.
+
+
+LETTER TO THE SECESH.
+
+My Dear Rebs: Having just learned that Vicksburg has gone up--Port
+Hudson caved--Jackson surrendered--Bragg unwell--I thought I would ask
+you a few questions, for instance:
+
+How are you, any how?
+
+How does "dying in the last ditch" agree with your general health?
+
+How is the Constitution down your way?
+
+Do you think there is any Government?
+
+How is King Kotting?
+
+Is Yancey well and able to hold his oats?
+
+Has Buckner taken Louisville yet?
+
+I understand Tilghman _has quit_ hanging Union men.
+
+Is Floyd still _rifling_ cannon, and other small arms?
+
+How is the Southern heart?
+
+Are you still able to whip five to one?
+
+What is your opinion of the Dutch race?
+
+When will England and France recognize you?
+
+What have you done with the provisional government of Kentucky?
+
+Where is the Louisville-Bowling-Green-Nashville-Atlanta _Courier_
+published now? Say--
+
+What do you think of yourselves any how?
+
+A prompt answer will relieve many anxious hearts.
+
+                              Yours, in a horn,
+
+                                        A Lincoln Man.
+
+
+GENERAL GARFIELD, MAJOR-GENERAL ROSECRANS'S CHIEF OF STAFF.
+
+The rather brilliant career of the General is worthy of a more
+extended notice than I have room for.
+
+General Garfield was born in Cuyahoga County, Ohio, in 1831. It is
+said that, in his early love of freedom, he formed a strong attachment
+for horses, and, to gratify this feeling, he ran away from home and
+became a driver on the canal. Possessing remarkable endurance, and
+great strength, with no small amount of combative spirit, he soon
+became a "shoulder-hitter," whipping all opponents who were any way
+near his own age, and becoming a terror to the quarrelsome rowdies who
+had previously ruled the ditch.
+
+During the hight of his wild career he attended a revival meeting,
+became converted, found new and wealthy friends, who supplied him with
+funds to attend college, and, in 1856, he graduated at William's
+College, Massachusetts, with the highest honors.
+
+Returning to Ohio, he at once settled as a clergyman and president of
+the college at Hiram, Portage County. He here became very popular as
+an eloquent divine, as a lecturer before lyceums, and as a profound
+scholar. The success of his school was without a precedent. Two years
+ago he was elected, by an immense majority, as a member of the State
+Senate. At the first call for troops, he at once entered the field,
+and rallied round him some of the ablest boys to be found in the
+State.
+
+General Garfield is what would be called, by ladies, a really handsome
+man; has large, blue eyes, an expressive mouth, the outlines of which
+denote good nature. It was prophesied at once, after his enlistment,
+that, "Let Rev. Mr. Garfield have a chance at the rebels, and he would
+die in the field, or win a victory." He has, at all times, so far,
+been on the winning side.
+
+Humphrey Marshall--the barn-door of the Southern Confederacy--it is
+said, once beat General Garfield, during the early Kentucky campaign.
+Marshall was in a trap, and, wanting a little time, called upon
+Garfield with a white flag, who was commanding a brigade, and asked--
+
+"Is there no way to settle this without fighting?"
+
+"No, sir," said Garfield, "none but to fight--_somebody_ has got to
+get hurt."
+
+But Marshall didn't see it in that light--retired to consult--and, in
+the mean time, beat a hasty retreat, and thus beat _Garfield_.
+
+
+GENERAL LEW WALLACE.
+
+General Lew Wallace was formerly colonel of the 11th Indiana
+(three-months men,) known as Zouaves, who were noted for their daring
+bravery and dash. When the regiment returned to Indiana to be
+reorganized for the war, General Wallace remained quiet a few days,
+when the trouble in Missouri aroused his energies, and he issued a
+spirited call to his fellow-citizens, which was responded to with the
+greatest enthusiasm. They flocked to his standard, and were sent to
+the Department of Missouri, and thence to Paducah, after which he was
+promoted to a generalship in the division of General C. F. Smith.
+
+General Wallace made himself a legion of friends in his able
+management of affairs during the memorable siege of Cincinnati by the
+rebels. At a public meeting in Columbus, Ohio, a _Flagg_ was raised,
+and the following war poem recited:
+
+
+THE SIEGE OF CINCINNATI.
+
+    Who saved our city, when the foe
+    Swore in his wrath to lay it low,
+    And turned to joy our tears of woe?
+                                   Lew Wallace.
+
+    Who taught us how to cock the gun,
+    And aim it straight, and never run,
+    And made us heroes, every one?
+                                   Lew Wallace.
+
+    And told us how to face and wheel,
+    Or charge ahead with pointed steel,
+    While cannon thundered, peal on peal?
+                                   Lew Wallace.
+
+    Who, when all in bed did sleep,
+    About us watch and ward did keep,
+    Like watch-dog round a flock of sheep?
+                                   Lew Wallace.
+
+    Who made us all, at his commands,
+    With fainting hearts and blistering hands,
+    Dig in the trench with contrabands?
+                                   Lew Wallace.
+
+    Who would have led us, warriors plucky,
+    To bloody fields far in Kentucky?
+    But Wright said, No!--and that was lucky?
+                                   Lew Wallace.
+
+    Who sat his prancing steed astraddle,
+    Upon a silver-mounted saddle,
+    And saw the enemy skedaddle?
+                                   Lew Wallace.
+
+    And who, "wha hae wi' Wallace" fed,
+    On pork and beans and army bread,
+    Will e'er forget, when he is dead,
+                                   Lew Wallace?
+
+
+PARSON BROWNLOW.
+
+The Knoxville _Register_ thus laments the release of the Parson from
+the prison of that city:
+
+"In brief, Brownlow has preached at every church and school-house,
+made stump-speeches at every crossroad, and knows every man, woman,
+and child, and their fathers and grandfathers before them, in East
+Tennessee. As a Methodist circuit-preacher, a political stump-speaker,
+a temperance orator, and the editor of a newspaper, he has been
+equally successful in our division of the State. Let him but once
+reach the confines of Kentucky, with his knowledge of the geography
+and the population of East Tennessee, and our section will soon feel
+the effect of his hard blows. From among his own old partisan and
+religious sectarian parasites he will find men who will obey him with
+the fanatical alacrity of those who followed Peter the Hermit in the
+first Crusade. We repeat again, let us not underrate Brownlow."
+
+
+The gallant Colonel Charles Anderson, of the 93d Ohio, in a speech in
+Columbus, said:
+
+"The South laugh at the little shams of the hour with which they
+agitate us; but their purpose is deep and dark. They mean to carry
+out their system of 'oligarchy' at whatever cost. Looking upon slavery
+as I now do, having seen it from every side, and knowing that the
+South intend the destruction of this Union--were I to stand before the
+congregated world, I would declare it--I will hew slavery from crest
+to hip, from hip to heel, and cut my way through white, black, and
+yellow--nerve, muscles, bone--tribes and races, to the Gulf of Mexico,
+to save the Union."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIX.
+
+     An Episode of the War -- Laughable Incident -- Old Mrs.
+     Wiggles on Picket Duty -- General Manson -- God Bless the
+     Soldiers -- Negro's Pedigree of Abraham Lincoln -- A Middle
+     Tennessee Preacher -- A Laconic Speech.
+
+
+AN EPISODE OF THE WAR.
+
+During the early part of the rebellion, when the rebels were in force
+on Munson's Hill, McClellan laid a plan to surround and capture them.
+This plan was only known to McClellan, General Scott, and Colonel
+Scott, a relation of the General, by marriage. As the troops started
+out at night, for their assault, a signal rocket went up from
+Washington. On their arrival at Munson's Hill, the bird had flown.
+McClellan, being informed of this, immediately called on General
+Scott, finding there Colonel Scott. He immediately said to the
+General: "The enemy have been warned of our movements by a rocket;
+they must have been so warned by one of us. Which is the traitor?" No
+answer was given. McClellan then called on the President, and
+mentioned the above facts, stating his conviction that Colonel Scott
+was the delinquent, and insisted upon his immediate imprisonment, or
+his banishment, or his own resignation. Then followed General Scott's
+resignation, then his journey to Paris, and the self-banishment of
+Colonel Scott.
+
+
+A LAUGHABLE INCIDENT.
+
+Considerable merriment and not a few immodest expressions were
+elicited at Washington, one day, by the action of the patrol, who
+perambulate the Avenue on horseback, a terror to all fast riders. On
+this occasion they made an onslaught upon the darkeys, who, for some
+time past, had luxuriated in the uniform of United States volunteers.
+How the articles of wearing apparel were obtained by the contrabands
+alluded to we have not inquired. The patrol rode up to each
+unfortunate "Sambo" that made his appearance, and proceeded to divest
+him of each of the articles enumerated, save where the bare necessity
+of the case would not admit of such a procedure. Caps, vests, and
+coats rapidly disappeared from "Sambo's" body, and were deposited in
+the street at the feet of the horses.
+
+"Take off your breeches," we heard escape the lips of one of the
+patrol. The darkey grinned, then rolled his eyes, gazed at some ladies
+passing, and then, with an astonished countenance, looked up into the
+face of the patrol. "Massa," he said, "I aint got nuffin else on when
+I take dese off." This was something of a puzzle to the guard on
+horseback, and so, not wishing to shock the modesty of the street,
+"Sambo" was allowed to depart with his linen and trowsers.
+
+
+OLD MRS. WIGGLES ON PICKET DUTY.
+
+"As for sleeping on a picket," said Mrs. Wiggles to the three-months
+volunteer who had dropped in to see her, "I don't see how they can do
+it without hurting them. Sleeping on a post would be a good deal more
+sensible, unless there's a nail in it, which might be prejudicious
+for the uniform. Every one to his taste, and such things as where a
+man shall sleep is at his own auction; but nobody can help thinking
+that either a picket or a post is a very uncomfortable place to sleep
+on. At any rate, there isn't much room for more than one in a bed."
+
+
+GENERAL MANSON.
+
+Brigadier-General Manson was in camp at Glenn's Fork, Pulaski County,
+eighteen miles from the scene of the Mill Spring battle, and, with his
+brigade, made a forced march that distance, over horrible midwinter
+roads, arriving just in time to engage honorably in the fight. The
+gallant 10th Indiana lost seventy-five men. Its colonel, commanding
+the brigade as above, is an officer of great bravery and ability. His
+conduct at the battle of Rich Mountain, in Western Virginia, as
+colonel of that regiment, and his experience in the war with Mexico,
+constitute a happy preface to his late brilliant achievement. This
+same 10th Indiana is fully up to the feat of rapid marches. At one
+time, being detailed to go to Greensburg from Campbellsville, to repel
+an anticipated attack of Secesh, the march was made by the Hoosier
+boys in three hours, a distance of twelve miles, eight of which was
+over a dirt-road that had had the advantage of a hard rain the night
+previous.
+
+
+GOD BLESS THE SOLDIER.
+
+A young and beautiful lady of Louisville (Minnie Myrtle) says; "God
+bless the soldier!" O, could we but look into the almost bursting
+heart of the rough-clad, tired soldier, as he plods his way, weary and
+worn, casting a glance, at intervals, to see one kind smile, to hear
+one kind and gentle voice to remind him of home, and the "loved ones"
+left far behind to the mercies of a cold and heartless world--could we
+but look into that fond heart and see the aching void, we would clasp
+that hand tenderly, and draw him gently to our homes, a welcome guest.
+O, did you but think, for a moment, of the sacrifice made by the ones
+you term "striplings," you would smother the thought before it rises
+to your pure lips, and your cheeks would burn with the sisterly blush,
+and your lips would breathe a prayer instead for the wanderer.
+
+Come with me to yon snow-covered cabin. 'Tis a rude hut; but pause ere
+you enter, and behold the scene: An aged mother, bowed in deep and
+earnest prayer; and, as she prays for her jewels, a smile, not of
+sadness, but a settled calmness, gives place to one of extreme agony;
+her boys--she has but two, the pride of her declining years--both she
+gave, as did "Abraham of old," a living sacrifice upon the "altar of
+her country." Come with me to yonder habitation, not of wealth, but
+comfort. Hark! What shriek was that which rent the air? A widowed
+mother kneels beside the fatherless babe, and asks God in mercy to let
+the bitter cup pass from her. Another sacrifice to the dark and bloody
+ground! Pause, then, sisters, and give that thought not utterance.
+Your lips should breathe a prayer for the friendless soldier. If you
+have a brother, then love the soldier for your brother's sake; and if
+you have none, the honest-hearted soldier will be a brother and
+protector. But, O, for the love of God, speak kindly to the soldier.
+
+
+A NEGRO'S PEDIGREE OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
+
+A full-blooded African, who was taken prisoner on the steamer Lewis,
+on which he is now employed as a cook, in the service of the United
+States, was encountered one evening by the surgeon of one of the naval
+ships, who asked him his name. "Nathaniel," replied the negro. "Any
+other name?" said the doctor; to which Sambo replied: "Why, de last
+name is always de massa's name--Massa Johnson." "What do the people
+say this war is about?" asked the doctor. Nat replied: "Why, sir, dey
+say that some man, called Linkum, is going to kill all de women an' de
+children, an' drive de massa away; and all de colored folks will be
+sold to Cuba." Nathaniel then proceeded to give some new and highly
+interesting particulars respecting the genealogy of the family of the
+Chief Magistrate of the United States. "Dey say his wife was a black
+woman, and dat his fadder and mudder come from Ireland," said he,
+speaking with emphasis. The doctor indignantly refuted the aspersions
+cast upon the family of the President, and disabused the mind of the
+negro of the false impressions which he had received from the
+Secessionists of the place.
+
+One morning I accosted a contraband named Dick, who was employed in
+the fort. "Have you any other name?" said I. "Dey calls me Dick, de
+Major," was his answer. In reply to interrogatories, he gave an
+account of his life. "I was born in Virginny," said he, holding on
+the rim of a slouchy felt hat, and raising it at every inquiry. "Massa
+sold me, fore I was old 'nuff to know my mudder, to a preacher man in
+Florida. Bimeby massa die, and missus, she had a musical turn o' mind,
+and swapped me off for a fiddler; but de people all got de laf on de
+ole 'oman, for in two or free months the old fiddler died, and she
+lost us both," and the darkey laughed vehemently.
+
+
+A MIDDLE TENNESSEE PREACHER.
+
+A Secesh preacher, who was elected to a captaincy in the Home-Guards
+at Chattanooga, hearing they were likely to be called out, sent in the
+following note:
+
+"dear curnel i beg to resind my commishen. Being a disciple of Krist i
+can not take up the sord."
+
+
+A LACONIC SPEECH.
+
+An amusing sword presentation took place one day in camp. The 78th
+Pennsylvania presented a sword to their colonel, William Sirwell.
+Captain Gillespie spoke as follows:
+
+"Here _we_ are, and here _it_ is. This is a bully sword, and comes
+from bully boys; take it, and use it in a bully manner."
+
+Colonel Sirwell replied:
+
+"Captain, that was a bully speech. Let's all take a bully drink."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XX.
+
+     Union Men Scarce -- How they are Dreaded -- Incidents -- The
+     Wealthy Secessionists and Poor Union Widows -- The John
+     Morgans of Rebellion -- A Contraband's Explanation of the
+     Mystery -- Accident at the South Tunnel -- Impudence of the
+     Rebels -- A Pathetic Appeal, etc.
+
+
+                    Camp near Gallatin, Tenn., _November 20, 1862_.
+
+A trip from the tunnel to Gallatin, and back, is a good day's sport,
+for it behooves all to be on the alert, to avoid being captured by
+citizen guerrillas. A number of this brigade have already been
+"gobbled up," while out hunting luxuries at farm-houses. This became
+so frequent that the General in command issued an order prohibiting
+the boys from leaving camp without special permission.
+
+Folks at home have frequently heard of the strong Union sentiment
+pervading Tennessee, but, "cuss me" if I haven't hunted in vain for
+the article during the past two weeks, and, with no exception
+whatever, save among the laboring class, have I found an out-and-out
+Union man. They answer with a "double meaning," when questioned, and
+are _professed_ Union men while the army is here, and strong
+Secessionists when the rebel army can protect them.
+
+The fact is, all the true Union men have been driven by the merciless
+foe into the woods--at any rate from their homes. Acts of the most
+fiendish barbarity have been committed, and the aiders and abettors
+are within a few miles of this camp, unmolested, enjoying the comforts
+of a home, while the true patriot, driven from his family to the hills
+of his native State, is
+
+  "Unsheltered by night, and unrested by day;
+  The heath for his barracks--revenge for his pay."
+
+An incident occurred in General Fry's division a few days since. Two
+of the 2d Minnesota Regiment, John A. Smith and Mr. Mervis, both of
+St. Paul, went out, by permission of their captain, in search of
+butter and eggs. They took two good horses with them, and although a
+week has passed, neither men nor horses have returned. The sequel
+proves that these men were captured by armed residents of this
+neighborhood, as yesterday a company were sent out for forage, and
+with them a number of servants were sent for eatables. Arriving at the
+house of 'Squire McMurray, a well-known Secessionist, who has two sons
+in the rebel army, the boys made inquiries of the servants in regard
+to their missing comrades, and found out they had been taken by a
+party of guerrillas from near this very house. The old scoundrel
+McMurray openly exulted over the fact, and thought it very comical to
+have the "Yankees" jerked up once in awhile. "It will teach them,"
+said he, "to stay at home." The boys wanted to purchase some chickens
+and turkeys, but he refused to sell to "Yanks," swearing his turkeys
+were not fattened for "Down-easters." Mrs. McMurray hurriedly came
+out, and ordered all her black servants in the house, as she said she
+didn't want her niggers contaminated with "sich white trash."
+
+About two hours after this conversation the brigade teams _drove up_,
+and soon _drove off_ with ten loads of corn and oats, amounting to
+sixty dollars. 'Squire McMurray refused to receive a voucher offered
+by the Quarter-master, and said they were of no account to him--it was
+only a trick of the Abolition Government to rob the farmers; they had
+already sixty wagon-loads, and he guessed he could spare a few more.
+This man has a splendid farm, finely stocked with valuable imported
+Cashmere sheep, some of them worth from four to five hundred dollars
+apiece. This man is living in luxury, and upon ground that should be
+occupied by the poor and devoted families of those who, by his
+connivance, have been driven forth upon the world. Yet the great
+shield of the law--the law he has so basely violated, the Constitution
+he has, and yet does, openly defy--is made his safeguard. Is it at all
+astonishing our men weary of this favoritism, this premium upon
+traitors?
+
+Let me tell your readers of what I was an eye-witness, a few evenings
+ago. You that have comfortable homes and warm firesides, with no war
+at your doors, can have but a faint idea of the horrors that are
+broadcast over this once happy country. A poor woman came to the
+commanding General of this brigade and begged for protection. She
+lived eight miles from this camp, and the rebels had threatened to
+burn her barn and house. Now, what do you think was this woman's
+offense? Her husband had joined the Union army at Nashville last
+August, and when, a few days afterward, he returned to arrange his
+family affairs, the "guerillas" found out his return, and five of the
+incarnate fiends walked into his house, and while he was seated at the
+table, partaking of his breakfast, these men shot him--there, in the
+presence of his wife and six children, these fiends, that our worthy
+President deliberately "commutes," murdered their only protector; and
+now, not satisfied with their former atrocity, they return to drive
+the poor widow and her children from the desolate little homestead!
+
+O! if there is one hell deeper than another, please, God, send these
+wretches, who would persecute a poor woman thus, to it!
+
+The General, upon hearing the story of her troubles, sent out two
+companies of the 2d Minnesota Regiment to guard and bring into camp
+her children, and what few chattels were left. Company A, under
+Captain Barnes, and Company G, under Captain Keifer, were assigned to
+perform this act of deserved charity.
+
+It was ten o'clock at night, cold and windy, the rain penetrating to
+the very bones, and dark as Egypt, when the two companies returned
+with Mrs. Crane and her six children. One rickety wagon, a mangy old
+horse, a cow, some bedding, and a few cooking utensils, were the
+trophies of the trip. These things told a tale of poverty, but they
+were all the poor widow of the murdered soldier possessed.
+
+The children were all barefooted, and most scantily attired; the
+little ones shivered with the cold, and the older ones wrapped their
+tattered garments closer as the wind played rudely with them. A little
+four-year-old boy eyed the soldiers with a side glance, and clung to
+his mother, as she held her infant to her breast.
+
+If I were to decide what to do in such a case, I would quickly turn
+out Mr. 'Squire McMurray, and let Mrs. Crane and her little ones
+possess the well-stocked farm. To-day the General is endeavoring to
+get transportation to Indiana for this family, at the expense of the
+Government.
+
+An old negro resident near this camp, in conversation, a few days
+since, said to me:
+
+"Look-a-heah! all you white folks, when any debbeltry is done, allers
+lay it to Massa John Morgan."
+
+"Well," said I, "don't he do a large share of it?"
+
+"Yes, he does do a heap; but, Lor bress you, massa, gib de _debble_
+his due; he don't do de half what de white folks say. You see dat
+tunnel, don't you?" said he, rolling the white of his eyes to the
+obliteration of all sight of the pupil.
+
+"Yes, I see it," I replied.
+
+"Well, sah! Massa Morgan had no more to do wid dat tunnel dan you do
+yourself. Morgan _warnt_ no way nigh dis place when dat was done; de
+folks what lib all round here was de _Morganses_ what do dat work;
+why, dey done toted rails for _free_ days, and packed 'em in dat
+tunnel, and we darkeys had to help 'em, and den dey set 'em on fire,
+and sich a cracklin' as you nebber heard, and in less dan a week
+ebbery body all over de country was a-tellin' about how as _John
+Morgan burnt de tunnel_."
+
+
+IMPUDENCE OF THE REBELS.
+
+"Here, sir, I've got an order for you," said an acknowledged
+well-known rebel citizen, as he entered the head-quarters of the
+General commanding the Third Brigade of the First Division of the
+Ohio. From the pompous manner of the Tennesseean, the General didn't
+know, for a moment, but that he was about being ordered under arrest
+by the citizen. The General merely replied in his usual style:
+
+"The hell you have, sir! Who is it from?"
+
+"From General Fry, sir."
+
+"Ah! let me see it."
+
+The order was produced. It requested the General not to allow too much
+of any one man's stock of corn to be taken. The General read the
+_request_, and instantly inquired of the Tennesseean: "Are you a Union
+man?" and as instantly received the reply of "No, sir, I am not."
+
+"Then, G----d d----n you, sir, how dare you have the impudence to come
+within my lines?"
+
+The Tennesseean, seeing he had a man of the pure grit to deal with,
+shook slightly in his boots, and did not put on so much "style," and
+was about to explain something, when the General interrupted him with
+a quick order to leave forthwith, or he would have a dozen bayonets in
+his rear "d----n quick."
+
+"But, General, how shall I get out of camp? Won't you _please_ give me
+a pass?"
+
+"Me give a pass to a rebel! No, sir. How did you get within my lines?"
+
+"Why, sir, I just walked straight in."
+
+"Well, sir, you can just walk straight out, and if ever I see you
+inside my lines again, I'll have you sent where you belong; and, after
+this, when you have any 'order' for me, if it is from General Halleck,
+'or any other man,' don't you dare to bring it, but _send_ it in to
+me, or you will rue the day."
+
+
+A PATHETIC APPEAL.
+
+I found the following "pathetic" appeal from the women of New Orleans.
+It was laid carefully by, with a lock of hair, bearing the
+inscription, "To Mary Looker, from her cousin Jane. Please send this
+appeal to all our male friends around Gallatin."
+
+
+     "AN APPEAL FROM THE WOMEN OF NEW ORLEANS.
+
+     "To every Soldier:
+
+     "We turn to you in mute agony! Behold our wrongs, fathers!
+     husbands! brothers! sons! We know these bitter, burning
+     wrongs will be fully avenged. Never did Southern women
+     appeal in vain for protection from insult! But, for the
+     sakes of our sisters throughout the South, with tears we
+     implore you not to surrender your cities, 'in consideration
+     of the defenseless women and children.' Do not leave your
+     women to the merciless foe! Would it not have been better
+     for New Orleans to have been laid in ruins, and we buried
+     beneath the mass, than subjected to these untold sufferings?
+     Is life so priceless a boon that, for the preservation of
+     it, no sacrifice is too great? Ah, no! ah, no! Rather let us
+     die with you! O, our fathers! rather, like Virginius, plunge
+     your own swords into our breasts, saying, 'This is all we
+     can give our daughters.'
+
+                              "The Daughters of the South.
+
+     "New Orleans, _May 14, 1862_."
+
+[Illustration: Old Stonnicker drummed out of Camp. See page 284.]
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXI.
+
+     A Friendly Visit for Corn into an Egyptian Country -- Ohio
+     Regiments -- "Corn or Blood" -- "Fanny Battles" -- The
+     Constitution Busted in Several Places -- Edicts against
+     Dinner Horns, by Colonel Brownlow's Cavalry -- A Signal
+     Station Burned -- Two Rebel Aids Captured.
+
+
+                    Camp at Triune, Tennessee, _April 26, 1863_.
+
+Last Thursday was a "gay day" for a portion of the Third Division.
+General Schofield, thinking it requisite to lay in a good supply of
+provender, ordered out one hundred and fifty wagons, to go on an
+errand of mercy to our benighted "brethren of the South," and _borrow_
+of them some corn, oats, and fodder, for Federal horses. Well, as it
+is a recognized breach of etiquette to send such a train without
+escort, therefore, the General sent a retinue, consisting of the 35th
+Ohio, under Colonel Long; 9th Ohio, Colonel Josephs; 17th Ohio,
+Colonel Durbin Ward; 31st Ohio, Colonel Phelps; also, the 87th
+Indiana, Colonel Shyrock; and the 2d Minnesota, under Colonel George;
+together with two pieces belonging to the 4th Regular Battery, under
+Lieutenants Rodney and Stevenson. We went forward with the
+determination of obtaining food--"peacefully, if we could; forcibly,
+if we must;" but we had to use the rebel women's motto, lately made
+public in Richmond, "Food or Blood." Our new commander accompanied
+the expedition. We started, after partaking of an early breakfast, and
+crossed Harpeth River about nine o'clock. I had forgotten to mention
+that the 1st East Tennessee Cavalry were along: the rebels haven't
+forgotten it, however, as they were ordered to the front, and, as I am
+fond of seeing them "go in," I was appointed chief aid and
+bottle-holder to the command under Majors Burkhardt and Tracy, and had
+a splendid opportunity of seeing the "Secession elephant." After
+passing through the town of College Grove, we commenced feeling our
+way carefully, as we wished to make our visit a sort of "surprise
+party" to the "brethren in arms;" as a matter of course, this was only
+the "by-play," for while the Tennessee boys were unloading their
+muskets, the teamsters were loading corn and oats from Secesh cribs.
+They are excellent _cribbage_-players by this time.
+
+As our cavalry advanced, the rebel cavalry fell back, declining to
+hold any communication. Major Tracy and "ye correspondent" went off
+the main road, in pursuit of knowledge, and came upon half a dozen
+negroes working in a field. The Major introduced "ye innocent lamb" as
+General Morgan, and demanded of the darkeys if any d----d Yankees had
+been about there lately. The darkeys replied very evasively; would not
+say a word that would injure the cause of the Union forces; denied all
+knowledge of them or their whereabouts. There were some two or three
+hundred fat sheep on the farm, and a good lot of cattle. I suggested
+the propriety of driving them within our lines, but was astonished
+when the Major told me it was "against orders" to do so. All the males
+of the family who owned the negroes and _other cattle_ were in the
+rebel army--the master and two sons. While talking there, we heard
+firing, and so started for the fun, and soon came upon some of the
+"gentry," yclept "butternuts." The Major had about twelve men in the
+lead; a few others, with the colors, remaining a quarter of a mile to
+the rear--the _regiment_ a mile in rear of the advance. When we
+arrived at what is known as Tippets's farm, the rebels, who were
+sheltered by Wilson's house, poured a volley down the road, and
+without inquiring the cause of such unkind treatment, on their part,
+this "individual" _retired_ some twenty yards. I have before heard the
+sound of the Enfield-rifle ball, and have heard many persons say, 'tis
+"quite musical;" but "_I can't see it_." The boys advanced in the most
+daring manner on the open road, while the _valiant_ and "_noble
+chivalry_" of Alabama kept continually retreating. In order to obtain
+a better view of the fight, and watch the maneuvers of the combatants,
+I went upon the side-hill of an open field to the left of the road,
+and while quietly looking on, three rebs came out from behind Wilson's
+house, and, without as much as saying, "By your leave," they blazed
+away at me. Isn't it a shame that these fellows should act so? Why,
+they "_busted_ the Constitution all to the devil," in firing at _me_.
+The Major kindly rode up and told me, in his usual bland and benign
+style, that I was a d----n fool; that "them fellers was a-shootin' at
+me." I merely replied that I guessed he was mistaken, as I saw the
+bullets _plowing_ the field some twenty yards in front of me. While
+this conversation was going on between the Major and myself, the
+rebels reloaded their guns and gave us another trial of their skill,
+and settled the dispute at once, as I had asseverated; their bullets
+would not reach that distance. The Major was right, for a little while
+the nastiest shriek I ever heard came from that volley. The Major's
+horse didn't like it much, and _cavorted_ like the "fiery, untamed
+steed" ridden by the fair "Adah Isaacs." Then we changed our base: we
+went toward the chaps, and, when they would get ready to fire, put
+spurs to our horses and ran from them. This so delighted the "rebs,"
+that we gratified them with two or three trials, and every time we
+ran, they shouted and said _bad words_. After placing five men in
+ambush, we retired, as if leaving the field, and as the traitors were
+advancing directly into the trap of three hours' hard setting, the
+Wilson family came to the door and told them to go back, as the
+"Yankees" were in the orchard there by Tippets's house. The men were
+then within two hundred yards of the ambush, and, upon being so
+informed, hastily wheeled their horses and left on a double-quick.
+This act on the part of a citizen rebel so exasperated the men that
+Wilson was given one hour to get out of the house with his furniture,
+as all houses used for military purposes, signal stations, etc., would
+meet with destruction.
+
+While the house was burning, the women boasted they had warned them,
+and would do it again. One virago-looking Secesh asseverated, in a
+voice of unearthly screechiness, that they had lots of "_Southern
+friends_, and _millions of money_."
+
+The citizens along the road will learn a lesson by this occurrence. It
+will teach them not to make signal stations of their houses.
+
+
+BLOWING HORNS UNCONSTITUTIONAL.
+
+Another source of annoyance to our men was the frequent blasts upon
+dinner-horns. These "quiet, peaceful" citizens, as our men advanced,
+gave the enemy information by this _blasted_ method. Upon being
+questioned as to the "cause why" they did so much blowing, they
+replied, "They were calling in the boys from the field, for fear they
+would get shot;" and Mrs. Tippets said, "'T was near dinner-time." One
+of the men said he would like something to eat, and went in the house,
+but no sign of dinner preparation could be seen. Major Tracy took the
+horn from Mrs. Tippets, at which the lady (?) protested most
+violently; said there "was no reason in that man," and asked me, "if
+it wasn't agin the Constitution for that feller to take that horn."
+
+I told her, in a _pacific manner_, that that was nothing; Tracy took
+from ten to fifteen horns a day. She didn't see the joke, and I became
+disgusted with her want of penetration, and left.
+
+Mr. Wilson and a man who was in his employ were brought into camp as
+prisoners. Mr. Wilson protested he didn't tell the States-rights men
+any thing, and held that he "couldn't hender the women talkin'."
+
+About four o'clock we commenced a retrograde movement for the "old
+camp," and soon caught up with the big train, filled with all the
+delicacies of the season, for the brute portion of our division.
+
+The Miss Fanny Battles who is now so sweetly sojourning in the
+Seminary at Columbus, Ohio, under the guardianship of "Uncle Samuel,"
+was a resident of this county. Our troops were encamped upon the
+Battles farm for a month. Miss Battles was very industrious in
+circulating about the country. When she was taken, she had her
+_drawers_ stuffed with letters, and was trying to steal through our
+picket-lines. The _Secretary_ of State, or those connected with the
+_bureaus_, will, we hope, see that there are no more such _drawers_
+allowed within the lines.
+
+
+THE DIFFERENCE.
+
+At the house of a Mr. Bolerjack are the wounded men belonging to the
+1st Tennessee Cavalry. I called there yesterday, and, in conversation
+with Mr. B., he expressed surprise at what he termed the difference
+between our wounded and the rebel wounded. He said that he had a house
+full of Secesh at one time, but that they kept moaning and groaning
+all night and day, and kept his family busy, while our men have never
+muttered, but, on the contrary, are always cheerful, and only anxious
+to get back in their saddles.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXII.
+
+     Reward for a Master -- Turning the Tables -- Dan Boss and
+     his Adventure -- Major Pic Russell -- A Visit to the
+     Outposts with General Jeff C. Davis -- Rebel Witticisms --
+     Hight Igo, ye Eccentric Quarter-master -- Fling Out to the
+     Breeze, Boys.
+
+
+REWARD FOR A MASTER--TURNING THE TABLES.
+
+The darkeys of Secession masters fairly flocked into camp on many
+occasions. When near Lebanon, Ky., a bright darkey, very witty, kept
+the camp alive with his humor. During the day some Kentuckians had
+posted up in camp an advertisement: "One Hundred Dollars Reward. Ran
+away from the subscriber, my man Bob," etc. Jim Duncan, the darkey I
+have referred to, soon after issued the following, and posted it
+beside the other:
+
+     Fifty Cents Reward.--Ran away from dis chile, an' leff him
+     all alone to take care of his-seff, after I done worked
+     twenty-six years for him faithfully, my massa, "BILL
+     DUNCAN." Massa Bill is supposed to have gone off wid de
+     Secesh _for to hunt for his rights_; and I 'spect he done
+     got lost. Any pusson 'turnin' him to dis chile, so dat he
+     can take keer ob me, (as he allers said niggers couldn't
+     take keer demselves,) will be much oblige to dis chile.
+
+     N. B.--Pussons huntin' for him will please look in all de
+     "lass ditches," as I offen heern him tellin' about dyin'
+     dar.
+
+                              'Specfull' submitted,
+
+                                        Jim.
+
+
+The poster created a great deal of merriment in camp, while the
+residents thought Jim a very sassy nigger.
+
+
+DAN BOSS AND HIS ADVENTURE.
+
+All railroad men know Dan Boss, of the Pittsburg, Fort Wayne, and
+Chicago Railroad. Dan was in Louisville, on Government business,
+during the raid, with a lot of cars. Dan thought he would ride out a
+few miles on the Bardstown pike one fine afternoon, with a friend, and
+for this purpose hired a fine horse and buggy. Dan went out gaily, and
+in fine spirits, jokingly observing he was about to reconnoiter. Only
+ten miles from the city Dan was captured. The rebels demanded a
+surrender of all his personal effects, which consisted of a rare lot
+of old passes over all the railroads in the United States, several
+"bottles," etc. Dan told them he was all right on the goose, and they
+told him to turn round and go back; upon which Dan was delighted,
+thinking he had deceived them, when he was accosted by several more of
+the gang, who wanted to try the speed of Dan's horse. Dan begged for
+the horse; said it wasn't his, to which the rebs replied, "Well! as it
+is not '_yourn_,' why, we'll take care of it," and then drove off,
+leaving Dan and his friend to foot it home.
+
+
+MAJOR PIC RUSSELL
+
+Says that, on the march to Louisville from Huntsville, Ala., he met
+hundreds of stragglers from Bragg's army. One tall specimen of Secesh,
+going back to his Southern home, the Major halted.
+
+"Hallo!" said the Major, "where are you going?"
+
+The fellow looked at the Major very intently, and replied, "Home,
+sir."
+
+"Where do you live?" inquired Russell.
+
+"Lewis County, Alabama!"
+
+"Why," said the Major, "you don't think you will ever be able to walk
+all that distance, do you?"
+
+"Well, I do," was his response. "I tell you, Major, I wouldn't take
+_five hundred dollars for my chance_."
+
+The distance to his home was over seven hundred miles, through
+Kentucky, Tennessee, and Northern Alabama.
+
+The Major told me it was a common sight to see them trudging along,
+singing merrily, no doubt thinking of "_Home, sweet home_."
+
+
+A VISIT TO THE OUTPOSTS WITH GEN. JEFF C. DAVIS.
+
+General Davis I found an active, intelligent gentleman, with an eye
+denoting great determination, and very pleasing in his conversational
+powers; always on the alert, leaving nothing to subordinates that he
+could do himself. The General's division commanded the Shelbyville
+pike. I spent two nights with Colonel Heg, who had a brigade occupying
+the most dangerous position. The 25th Illinois and 8th Kansas were in
+his brigade.
+
+Colonel Heg's regiment is mostly composed of Norwegians, or
+Scandinavians. They are generally from, and are known as the 15th
+Wisconsin; are a splendid body of well-disciplined men, and all speak
+our language fluently. I heard an amusing anecdote of one of their
+captains, who, a short time since, took a lot of rebel prisoners. As
+this Norwegian captain had them drawn up in line, he said to them, in
+broken English, and in accent very like the German: "Say, you fellers,
+you putternuts, I vant you all to schwear a leetle. It do you goot to
+schwear mit de Constitution. I schwear him tree year ago; now you
+schwear him. Now, recollect, you schwear him goot; no d----n nonsense.
+You schwear him, and keep him down, and not _puke him up again_!"
+
+The 24th Illinois are close at hand, also the 8th Kansas. These boys
+are in view of the rebels every day.
+
+There is in the 24th Illinois Regiment a very clever officer who has
+an intolerably red nose. He says he can't "help it;" he strives to
+temper it, but it is no go. A friend inquired of him, how much it cost
+to color it out here; his reply was, "$2.50 a canteen."
+
+The "rebs" played quite a trick upon the chaplain of the 24th
+Illinois. After they received his papers, they refused to send any in
+return. This would have been termed a nasty _Yankee trick_, had any of
+our boys committed such a breach of faith with them. But such is
+Southern _honor_.
+
+
+REBEL WITTICISMS.
+
+The following is copied from the Chattanooga _Rebel_:
+
+If it is true that General Marmaduke hung the regiment of armed
+negroes at Helena, he certainly made a center shot at old Abe's
+emancipation-insurrection scheme; for he "knocked the _black_ out"
+every time he hung a darkey.
+
+We do not know for certain that the price of negroes is going up; but
+there must have been a slight _advance_ upon a regiment of them at
+Helena, the other day, if the wires were correct.
+
+Grant's permitting his dead soldiers to decay and create a stench
+around Vicksburg presents the worst feature of the Yankee _die-nasty_
+we have yet had to chronicle.
+
+Richmond papers announce that Hooker has again, "changed his base." He
+took it out of the saddle awhile ago, to go and tell old Abe "how the
+thing was did."
+
+The soil of the South is becoming so fertilized with. Yankee bodies,
+that we will be able to raise nothing but wooden nutmegs after the
+war.
+
+The "typos" of the _Rebel_ suggest the necessity of the immediate
+return of Vallandigham, and our finishing up the Yankee raid on
+Vicksburg. Both exciting subjects cause too heavy a "run" on the
+capital "V" box.
+
+The Yankee officers who lead armed negroes against the Southern people
+will have "a _high_ old time," for our boys will certainly hang them
+"as high as Haman."
+
+The Chicago _Tribune_ says: "There are already twenty thousand colored
+troops in the Federal army." Does he mean the _blue-bellied_ ones, or
+the black ones?
+
+"_Breakers ahead" for Yankee merchantmen!_ The Alabama and Florida! If
+they are not breakers to the ships, they will soon break all the
+ship-owners.
+
+The Yankee corpses lying around Vicksburg are becoming fetid as fast
+as the living ones are becoming _de_-feated.
+
+
+HIGHT IGO, YE ECCENTRIC QUARTER-MASTER.
+
+Everybody in the Third Division of Crittenden's corps knows the
+Quarter-master of the 35th Indiana, Hight Igo; in fact, his fame is
+not confined to General Van Cleve's division. No, sir! not by any
+means! His eccentricities are the theme of conversation from Triune to
+Stone River, from "Kripple Kreek" to Nashville.
+
+His first introduction to the favorable notice of high military
+authority occurred at Louisville. Shortly after the gallant 35th came
+into service, he stopped General Wood one day in the streets of
+Louisville, to inquire upon the subject of "yarn socks." The General
+informed him he never transacted business on the street, and suggested
+the propriety of calling at head-quarters. A short time after this the
+General met Igo on the street, and having heard something queer about
+Igo's forage account, requested information in regard thereto. Igo
+coolly remarked: "General, I never transact business on the street.
+You will please call at my quarters, when I shall be happy to afford
+you an insight into my affairs."
+
+The next day a couple of the General's staff-officers called upon the
+incorrigible Igo, to investigate matters, and they investigated "in a
+horn." Igo remarked that, if they had waited until next morning to
+make their report, things would have worked; but they foolishly went
+into the presence of the General immediately upon their arrival; and
+when they reported "Quar-hic-termaster Igo's busi-ness all-hic-sound,"
+the General "couldn't see it," and dispatched another officer, who
+could resist the blandishments of whisky-punch long enough to conduct
+the investigation.
+
+The result of this move was a rather tart request--from the
+Quarter-master-General's Department--for Lieutenant Igo to send all
+the papers belonging to his department to Washington, for adjustment;
+a request which our friend complied with by heading up vouchers,
+receipts, requisitions, etc., in an ammunition-keg, with a letter
+stating that, inasmuch as the Department had a great many more clerks
+at its command than he had, and were probably better acquainted with
+the "biz" of making out quarterly reports or returns, they might be
+able to understand how things stood between him and the Government;
+confessing, at the same time, that he "couldn't make head or tail out
+of the blasted figures." In due course of mail Igo received a
+communication from the Department, informing him that if he did not
+immediately send in his report for the quarter ending on the 31st of
+October, he would find himself in Washington, under arrest. To this
+Igo answered thus:
+
+     Sir--Yours of -- date received. Contents noted. I have long
+     been desirous of visiting the city of "magnificent
+     distances," but have not hitherto been able to realize
+     sufficient funds at any one time to gratify that desire; I
+     therefore gratefully avail myself of your obliging offer to
+     defray the expenses of my journey, and most respectfully
+     suggest the propriety of your "going on with your
+     rat-killing." I am, sir, your obedient servant,
+
+                                        MARTIN IGO,
+
+                    Lieutenant and A. A. Q. M., 35th Ind. Vols.
+
+
+This closed Igo's official correspondence with the Department at
+Washington. He had the "_good luck_" to be captured by Morgan last
+fall, and, of course, Morgan destroyed all his papers. That struck a
+balance for him for the quarter ending last October. He had another
+stroke of good fortune at Stone River, on the 1st of January, in
+having a wagon captured. Of course, all his papers were in that
+identical wagon. He was very indignant that a battle did not take
+place about the last of March, as that would have saved him a heap of
+trouble. Do not think, however, that our Quarter-master has done any
+thing that will not bear investigation, for a more honest or
+conscientious man is not to be found in the Quarter-master's
+Department; but Igo has a holy horror of vouchers and invoices, and
+receipts all in triplicate; and small blame to him for it.
+
+
+FLING OUT TO THE BREEZE, BOYS!
+
+Dedicated to the Second Brigade, Second Division, M'cook's Corps.
+
+By W. A. OGDEN.
+
+    Fling out to the breeze, boys,
+    That old starry flag--
+  Let it float as in days famed in story;
+    For millions of stout hearts
+    And bayonets wait,
+  To clear its old pathway to glory.
+
+    When the first wail of war
+    That was heard on our shore
+  Re-echoed with fierce promulgation,
+    Columbia's brave sons
+    Then rallied and fought,
+  In defense of our glorious nation.
+
+    From East, West, North, and South,
+    Their numbers did pour,
+  Alike seemed their courage and daring;
+    While boldly they stood,
+    As the fierce battle raged,
+  Each nobly the proud contest sharing.
+
+    Those patriots have passed--
+    They now sleep 'neath the sod;
+  But _their_ flag shall be _our_ flag forever!
+    We'll boldly march forward,
+    And strike to the earth
+  The fiends who it from us would sever.
+
+    Hark! hark! from the South
+    Comes a sound, deep and shrill--
+  'Tis the sound of the cannon's deep rattle!
+    Up! forward! brave boys,
+    And beat back with a will
+  The foe from the red field of battle.
+
+    We'll rally and rally,
+    And rally again,
+  To our standard now pennoned and flying;
+    And we swear, 'neath its bright folds
+    Of crimson and gold,
+  To _own_ it, though living or dying.
+
+    Then fling to the breeze, boys,
+    That dear, blood-bought flag--
+  It must float as in days famed in story;
+    For millions of _stout hearts_
+    And _bayonets_ wait,
+  To clear its old pathway to glory.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIII.
+
+     Defense of the Conduct of the German Regiments at Hartsville
+     -- To the Memory of Captain W. Y. Gholson -- Colonel Toland
+     vs. Contraband Whisky.
+
+
+                    Camp near Gallatin, Tenn., _December 14, 1862_.
+
+After a careful investigation of the facts relative to the late fight
+at Hartsville, having visited the battle-field, and having conversed
+with numerous officers and privates who were wounded in that
+engagement, I am satisfied that gross injustice has been done the
+noble raw recruits of the 106th and 108th Ohio Regiments. I am not
+biased in the least on account of their being Cincinnati men, although
+I confess to a city pride; and I feel the greatest satisfaction in
+telling you that those regiments acted in the most heroic manner. That
+a few acted cowardly and shirked their duty, there is no doubt; but
+that the entire regiments should bear the blame is very hard.
+
+I notice the Louisville _Journal_ is particularly severe on the men
+and officers; and, also, that W. D. B. "pitches in," and terms them
+"Scott's Cowardly Brigade."
+
+W. D. B. goes into _minutiæ_ in regard to Scott, who, he says,
+commanded. He is entirely mistaken. Scott, finding the place a
+dangerous one, requested, a week previously, to be allowed to rejoin
+his regiment, and his request was granted. The Scott who had command,
+and was relieved, belonged to Turchin's old regiment, and was their
+Lieutenant-Colonel. Scott told Colonel Moore of the dangers of the
+post, and Colonel Moore, feeling his weakness, protested against being
+left there. The fault lies beyond these new regiments.
+
+Why were three regiments of raw recruits placed in such a dangerous
+position, with but two guns and a handful of cavalry? As soon as the
+fight began, a courier was sent to Castilian Springs, a distance of
+only five miles, for reinforcements. The brigade was sent, but arrived
+too late. Instead of marching by column, on a double-quick, these men
+were deployed as skirmishers. The 106th and 108th Ohio and 104th
+Illinois held the ground for full two hours, until completely
+surrounded and driven to the brink of the river, where another large
+force of rebels awaited them. Yet these undisciplined men are called
+cowards--these men, who bravely held the ground, against odds of three
+to one, against the disciplined rebels belonging to the 2d and 9th
+Kentucky, and under the immediate command of Morgan! Yet these men are
+to bear the disgrace and receive the anathemas of the press, in order
+to shield some imbecile officer!
+
+I paid a visit to the hospital to-day, and I tell you it was a
+pitiable sight to see a large room crowded with the gallant wounded.
+They told me they didn't care for the wounds, but to be so maligned
+was more than they could bear. One noble fellow read the remarks of
+the Louisville _Journal_, and the big tears rolled down his manly
+cheek, as he made the remark to me, "GOOD GOD! _is that all the thanks
+we get for fighting as we did?_"
+
+Newspapers may publish what they please, but here is a fact that
+speaks loud in praise of the daring Ohio boys, and proves that the
+106th and 108th fought well: it is, that Company G, of the 106th, lost
+every commissioned officer, two sergeants, one corporal, and twelve
+privates.
+
+Colonel Moore, Lieutenant-Colonel Hapeman, and Major Wiedman refused
+to be paroled.
+
+Lieutenant Gessert, of the 106th, tells me he was present, a week
+since, when a colored boy came to Lieutenant Szabo, of the 106th, who
+was on picket. The boy stated that he overheard Morgan tell his master
+he was laying a plan to "capture them d----d Cincinnati Dutch within
+three days." The boy was sent to head-quarters, where he repeated his
+story, but no notice was taken of it.
+
+To-day, Dr. Dyer, surgeon of the 104th Illinois, who went over the
+field directly after the fight, and assisted in dressing the wounds of
+our men, handed me a green seal ring belonging to Adjutant Gholson.
+The rebels had stripped the body of boots, coat and hat, and, fearing
+this ring would be taken, the Doctor placed it in his pocket.
+
+The Doctor says a rebel captain took a fancy to his (the Doctor's)
+hat, and insisted upon buying it--swore he would shoot him if he
+didn't sell it; and told him he went in for raising the black flag on
+the d----d Yankees.
+
+The Doctor quietly went on with his work, attending to the wounded,
+while the rebel captain was robbing the dead.
+
+I telegraphed you in regard to Adjutant Gholson's death. He died
+heroically leading his command. His praise is upon every tongue. I
+will send his body home on to-day's train.
+
+                                        Alf.
+
+
+The lines following are a touching tribute to the memory of one of the
+noblest young men sacrificed in the war. Captain Gholson was a brave,
+earnest, talented, honorable man, in whose death his many friends feel
+a sorrowing pride:
+
+
+TO THE MEMORY OF CAPTAIN W. Y. GHOLSON.
+
+    'Neath Western skies I'm dreaming,
+      This drear December morn,
+    Of joys forever vanished,
+      Of friendships rudely torn;
+
+    Of the friend so lately taken
+      From the heartless world away;
+    Of the well-beloved warrior
+      Now sleeping 'neath the clay.
+
+    The links of youthful friendship,
+      Unsullied kept through years,
+    Grim Death hath rudely shattered--
+      Ay, dimmed by Memory's tears.
+
+    Thou wilt be missed sincerely
+      By the well-remembered band,
+    Who've proved, through endless changes,
+      United heart and hand.
+
+    Thy mother's pain and anguish
+      Through life will never cease;
+    The grief she's now enduring
+      No earthly power can ease.
+
+    A father mourns the idol
+      Which God hath taken home,
+    Hath borne to sunnier regions,
+      Where guardian spirits roam.
+
+    And for the grieving sister,
+      Whose joyous days are o'er,
+    There cometh gleams of sunshine
+      From yonder golden shore.
+
+    From the throne of God eternal,
+      Where the angel roameth free,
+    _He_ speaketh words of music
+      To parents dear, and thee.
+
+    To friends and weeping kindred
+      He speaketh words of cheer:
+    "Be ye prepared to meet me,
+      Prepared to meet me here."
+
+                              Lizzie A. F.
+
+
+COLONEL TOLAND vs. CONTRABAND WHISKY.
+
+"Volunteer" told me a good story of one of the gallant 34th Ohio and
+Colonel Toland.
+
+During their stay at Barboursville, the Colonel noticed, one day, an
+extraordinary number of intoxicated soldiers in camp. Where they
+obtained their whisky was a mystery to the command. The orders were
+very strict in regard to its prohibition. After considerable effort,
+the Colonel succeeded in finding out the guilty party. The culprit had
+a little log hut on the banks of the Guyandotte River, and was dealing
+it out with a profuseness entirely unwarranted. The Colonel sent his
+orderly for Corporal Minshall, of Company G. On his arrival, the
+Colonel said:
+
+"Corporal, you will take ten men, sir, and go to the whisky-cabin on
+the banks of the Guyandotte, seize all the whisky you find, and pour
+it out."
+
+"All right," said the Corporal; "your order will be obeyed forthwith."
+
+The Corporal got his men together, and ordered them to string all the
+canteens they could find around their necks. On arriving at the cabin,
+they seized upon and "poured out" the whisky. After a thorough
+loading-up, the Corporal returned and reported at head-quarters.
+
+"You poured it out, did you?" inquired the Colonel.
+
+"Yes, sir," categorically replied the Corporal.
+
+The Colonel noticed a canteen about the Corporal's neck, and thought
+he smelled something, and, looking him steadily in the face, repeated:
+
+"You poured it out, sir, did you?"
+
+"Yes, sir," emphatically replied the Corporal.
+
+"And where did you pour it, sir?"
+
+"In our canteens, Colonel," he replied.
+
+For a moment his eyes flashed with anger; but, on second thought, the
+joke struck him as being too good, and the pleasant smile so
+characteristic of the Colonel wreathed his face in a moment.
+
+"Well, Corporal," continued he, "I suppose that is some of the
+'poured-out' in your canteen, eh?"
+
+"Yes, sir," he replied, with the utmost _sang froid_, and, at the same
+time, gracefully disengaging the strap from his neck, said, "Won't you
+try some, Colonel?"
+
+"I don't care if I do," said the Colonel; whereupon he imbibed,
+saying, as he lowered the vessel, "Not a bad article--not a bad
+article; but, Corporal, next time I send you to pour out whisky I will
+tell you _where_ to pour it."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIV.
+
+     War and Romance -- Colonel Fred Jones -- Hanging in the Army
+     -- General A. J. Smith vs. Dirty Guns.
+
+
+WAR AND ROMANCE.
+
+During the late movement against Vicksburg the national transports
+were fired upon by a rebel battery at Skipwith Landing, not many miles
+from the mouth of the Yazoo. No sooner was the outrage reported at
+head-quarters than the Admiral sent an expedition to remove the
+battery and destroy the place. The work of destruction was effectually
+done; not a structure which could shelter a rebel head was left
+standing in the region for several miles around.
+
+Among other habitations destroyed was that of a Mrs. Harris, a widow
+lady, young, comely, and possessed of external attractions in the
+shape of a hundred and fifty "negroes," which she had contrived to
+save from the present operation of "the decree," by sending them up
+the Yazoo River. But Mrs. Harris was a rebel--intense, red-hot in her
+advocacy of Southern rights and her denunciation of Northern wrongs.
+Although she had not taken up arms against the Government, she was
+none the less subject to the indiscriminating swoop of the
+Proclamation; her niggers, according to that document, were free, and
+if the Confederacy failed, she could only get pay for them by
+establishing her loyalty in a court of justice. Her loyalty to the
+Yankee nation?--not she! She was spunky as a widow of thirty can be.
+She would see Old Abe, and every other Yankee, in the happy land of
+Canaan before she would acknowledge allegiance to the Washington
+Government. Nevertheless, being all she possessed of this world's
+valuables, she would like to save those niggers.
+
+"Nothing easier," suggested Captain Edward W. Sutherland, of the
+United States steam-ram Queen of the West, who, attracted by her
+snapping black eyes, engaged in a friendly conversation with the lady
+after burning her house down. "Nothing easier in the world, madam."
+
+"How so, Captain? You don't imagine I will take that odious oath, do
+you? I assure you I would not do it for every nigger in the South."
+
+"But you need not take that oath, madam--at least not _the_ oath."
+
+"I do not understand you, Captain," said the widow, thoughtfully.
+
+"I said you need not take the oath of allegiance; you can establish
+your loyalty without it--at least," with a respectful bow, "I can
+establish it for you."
+
+"Indeed! How would you do it, Captain?"
+
+"Simply enough. I am in the Government service; I command one of the
+boats of the Western navy--technically denominated a ram, madam--down
+here in the river. Of course, my loyalty is unimpeached, and, madam, I
+assure you it is unimpeachable. Now, if I could only say to the
+Government, those niggers are mine"----
+
+The Captain waited a moment, to see what effect his speech was
+producing.
+
+"Well!" said the widow, impatiently tapping with her well-shaped foot
+one of the smoking timbers of her late domicile.
+
+"In short, my dear madam, you can save the niggers, save your
+conscientious scruples, and save me from a future life of misery, by
+becoming my wife!"
+
+The Captain looked about wildly, as if he expected a sudden attack
+from guerrillas. The widow tapped the smoldering timber more violently
+for a few minutes, and then, turning her bright eyes full upon the
+Captain, said:
+
+"I'll do it!"
+
+The next arrival at Cairo from Vicksburg brought the intelligence that
+Captain Sutherland, of the ram Queen of the West, was married, a few
+days since, on board the gunboat Tylor, to Mrs. Harris, of Skipwith
+Landing. Several officers of the army and navy were present to witness
+the ceremony, which was performed by a Methodist clergyman, and
+Admiral Porter gave away the blushing bride. She is represented to be
+a woman of indomitable pluck, and, for the present, shares the life of
+her husband, on the ram Queen of the West.
+
+
+COLONEL FRED JONES.
+
+I was with him on his last trip from Cincinnati to Louisville, and
+from thence to the army. Little did I think it was the last meeting.
+Noble Fred! He has left a name that will never be erased from honor's
+scroll. A writer in the Cincinnati _Commercial_, who knew him from
+boyhood up, says:
+
+"He is a native of this city, and favorably known as one of our most
+brilliant young men.
+
+"Colonel Jones was a graduate of Woodward High School, of this city,
+receiving his diploma, with the highest honor of his class, in 1853.
+He then entered the law-office of Rufus King, Esq. as a student, and
+evinced, in the pursuit of a legal education, a remarkable zeal and
+talent. Two years ago he was elected Prosecuting-Attorney of the
+Police Court, which office he held at the breaking out of the war, in
+1861. It was but a few days after the first call for troops, when he
+threw his business into the hands of a brother lawyer, and became a
+soldier. He was first an adjutant to General Bates, but, in June,
+1861, he received a lieutenant-colonel's commission in the 31st Ohio,
+with which he went into active service. He was afterward transferred,
+with the same rank, to the 24th Ohio, of which regiment he became
+colonel in May last.
+
+"He distinguished himself at the Battle of Shiloh, to which, indeed,
+he owed his promotion. He enjoyed the highest reputation with his
+superiors as an officer.
+
+"Colonel Jones was about twenty-seven years of age, of fine
+appearance, with a peculiarly happy manner and disposition. He was a
+very fine _extempore_ orator, and possessed great military ardor from
+childhood. The writer, a fellow-student, remembers him as captain of a
+company of school-boys, at Woodward, which, drilling for pastime,
+became very proficient in tactics.
+
+"We can pay no more eloquent tribute to his memory than the mute
+impression his history will impart. He is dead! Our city has offered
+no heavier sacrifice in any of her sons, and parted with no purer of
+the jewels which have been so rudely torn from her."
+
+
+HANGING IN THE ARMY.
+
+                    Head-quarters 3d Division, 14th Army Corps,
+                    Murfreesboro, _June 6, 1863_.
+
+William A. Selkirk, who resided in an adjoining county, murdered, in a
+most brutal manner, a man by the name of Adam Weaver. Selkirk was a
+member of a roving band of guerrillas. He entered, with others, the
+house of Weaver, who was known to have money, and demanded its
+surrender. Weaver, not complying, was seized, his ears cut off, his
+tongue torn out, and he was then stabbed. These facts being proved to
+the court, Selkirk was condemned to death.
+
+At twelve o'clock, yesterday, the crowd commenced congregating at the
+Court-house, eyeing with curiosity a large, uncovered ambulance, in
+which was built a platform. The trap was a leaf, acting as a sort of
+tailboard to the wagon. This trap, or leaf, was supported by a strip
+of wood that ran into a notch, similar to the old figure-four trap.
+Attached to the ambulance were six splendid horses. At one o'clock two
+regiments of infantry, under Colonel Stoughton, arrived upon the
+ground and formed in line. The ambulance and military then moved along
+to the jail; the rough wooden coffin was placed in the vehicle, and
+the prisoner then, for the first time, made his appearance. He had a
+pale and care-worn look, and a decidedly Southern air. His step was
+firm, and he got into the wagon with but little assistance. He was
+accompanied by Father Cony, chaplain of the 35th Indiana. The
+procession then moved off toward the gallows, erected a short distance
+from the town, upon the Woodbury pike. The eager crowd thronged the
+avenues leading to the place of execution--rushing, crushing, cursing
+and swearing, laughing and yelling. Samuel Lover, the Irish poet,
+describes, in his poem of "Shamus O'Brien," a hanging, thus:
+
+  "And fasther and fasther the crowd gathered there,
+    Boys, horses, and gingerbread, _just like a fair_;
+  And whisky was sellin', and 'cosamuck' too,
+    And old men and young women enjoying the view;
+  And thousands were gathered there, if there was one,
+    Waiting till such time as the hanging would come."
+
+The morbid appetite depicted upon that sea of upturned faces was
+terrible to think of.
+
+By the kindness of Colonel Stoughton, I was given a very prominent
+place in the procession.
+
+General Order No. 123, from head-quarters, was read. The prisoner then
+knelt, and was baptized by the clergyman before mentioned. After the
+baptism was over, Rev. Mr. Patterson, of the 11th Michigan, made a
+most fervent and eloquent prayer, the prisoner on his knees, with eyes
+uplifted to heaven, and seemingly praying with all the fervor of his
+soul. After Mr. Patterson had finished praying, the prisoner was told
+he had five minutes to live, and to make any remarks he wished.
+Selkirk arose, with steady limbs, and said:
+
+"Gentlemen and friends: I am not guilty of the murder of Adam Weaver;
+I did not kill him. I hope you will all live to one day find out who
+was the guilty man. I believe my Jesus is waiting to receive my poor
+soul. I am not guilty of Weaver's murder. I was there, but did not
+kill him."
+
+He then knelt down and joined in prayer. After prayer was over, he
+stood up, and stepped on the scaffold again, to have the fatal rope
+placed around his neck. While the rope was being adjusted, he prayed
+audibly, and his last words on earth were:
+
+"Sweet Jesus, take me to thyself. O, Lord, forgive me for all my
+sins;" and again, as the person who escorted him was tightening the
+rope, he said, "For God's sake don't choke me before I am hung." Then,
+when the black cap was drawn over his eyes, he seemed to know that in
+a few seconds he would be consigned to "that bourne from whence no
+traveler returns," and said, "Lord, have mercy on my soul."
+
+The words were scarcely uttered, when that which was, a few moments
+before, a stout, healthy man, was nothing but an inanimate form. As
+the "black cap" was about being put on him, Sarah Ann Weaver, the
+youngest daughter of the murdered man, Adam Weaver, made her
+appearance inside the square, and quite close to the scaffold. She
+asked Captain Goodwin and Major Wiles the privilege of adjusting the
+rope around his neck, but they would not grant it. She is a young
+woman of about seventeen years, rather prepossessing and intelligent
+looking. She stood there unmoved, while the body hung dangling between
+heaven and earth. She seemed to realize that the murderer of her
+father had now paid the penalty with his life. I asked her what she
+thought of the affair, and she curtly remarked: "He will never murder
+another man, I think." After the body had remained about fifteen
+minutes swinging in the air, and surgeon Dorr pronounced life extinct,
+it was cut down and put in a coffin. The assemblage departed, some
+laughing, some crying, and some thinking of the fate of the deceased.
+
+
+GENERAL A. J. SMITH vs. RUSTY GUNS.
+
+Last winter General Smith's head-quarters were on board the steamer
+Des Arc; he was in command of a division of Grant's army. One day, on
+a trip from Arkansas Post to Young's Point, there were on this boat
+three companies of a nameless regiment. Now it happened that these men
+had rather neglected to clean their guns, which the sharp eye of the
+old veteran soon discovered. It was in the morning of our third day
+out, the wind was blowing terribly, and the weather unusually cold,
+rendering it very unpleasant to remain long on the hurricane-roof,
+that the General came rushing into the cabin, where nearly all the
+officers were comfortably seated around a warm stove.
+
+"Captain," exclaimed the General, in no very mild tone, addressing
+himself to the commander of one of the aforesaid companies, "have you
+had an inspection of arms this morning?"
+
+"No, General," timidly replied the Captain, "I have not."
+
+"Have you held an inspection of your company at any time since the
+battle of Arkansas Post, sir?" sharply asked the General.
+
+"No, sir; the weather has been so unpleasant, and I thought I would
+let my men rest awhile," hesitatingly replied the Captain, already
+nervous, through fear, that something disagreeable was about to turn
+up.
+
+"You thought you'd let them rest awhile? Indeed! The d----l you did!
+Who pays you, sir, for permitting your men to lay and rot in idleness,
+while such important duties remain unattended to? What kind of
+condition are your arms in, now, to defend this boat, or even the
+lives of your own men, in case we should be attacked by the enemy this
+moment? What the d----l are you in the service for, if you thus
+neglect your most important duty?" fairly yelled the old General. And
+then, starting menacingly toward the quaking captain, said he,
+imperatively:
+
+"Mount, sir, on that roof, this moment, and call your men instantly
+into line, that I may examine their arms."
+
+"And you," resumed he, turning to the lieutenants, who commanded the
+other companies, "are fully as delinquent as the captain. Sirs! I must
+see your men in line within ten minutes."
+
+It is scarcely necessary to state that the officers in question made
+the best of their time in drumming up their men, whom they found
+scattered in all parts of the boat. Finally, however, the companies
+referred to were duly paraded on the "hurricane," and an abridged form
+of inspection was gone through with. The General, finding their arms
+in bad condition, very naturally inflicted some severe talk,
+threatening condign punishment in case such neglect should be
+repeated.
+
+But during the time in which one of these companies was falling in,
+which operation was not executed with that degree of promptness, on
+the part of the rank and file, satisfactory to the lieutenant
+commanding, that officer called out, in a most imploring strain, "Fall
+in, gentlemen! Fall in, lively, gentlemen!" That application of the
+word "gentlemen" fell upon the ear of General Smith, who, turning
+quickly around, hastily inquired:
+
+"Are you the lieutenant in command of that company, sir?" addressing
+the individual who had given the command in such a polite manner.
+
+"Yes, sir," replied the trembling subaltern.
+
+"Then, who the d----l are you calling gentlemen?" cried the General.
+"I am an old soldier," continued he, approaching and looking more
+earnestly at the lieutenant, "but I must confess, sir, that I never
+before heard of the rank of gentleman in the army. Soldiers, sir, are
+ALL supposed to be gentlemen, of course; but, hereafter, sir, when you
+address soldiers, remember to say soldiers, or men; let us have no
+more of this 'bowing and scraping' where it is your duty to command."
+
+Then, turning upon his heel, his eyes snapping with impatience, the
+old gentleman gave vent to the following words:
+
+"_Gentlemen! gentlemen, forsooth!_ And _rusty guns! Umph!_ The d----l!
+I like that! Rusty guns! and gentlemen!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXV.
+
+     A Trip into the Enemy's Country -- The Rebels twice driven
+     back by General Steadman -- Incidents of the Charge of the
+     1st Tennessee Cavalry, under Major Tracy -- The 35th and 9th
+     Ohio in the Fight -- Colonel Moody and the 74th Ohio --
+     Colonel Moody on the Battle-field.
+
+
+A TRIP INTO THE ENEMY'S COUNTRY.
+
+                              Triune, Tennessee, _March 8, 1863_.
+
+After a four-days' trip, without tents, we are once more in camp. Last
+Tuesday afternoon General Steadman ordered Colonel Bishop, of the 2d
+Minnesota, to take his regiment, a section of the 4th Regular Battery,
+under Lieutenant Stevenson, and six hundred of Johnson's 1st East
+Tennessee Cavalry, and proceed forthwith to Harpeth River.
+Anticipating a fight, I went with the detachment. As we passed through
+Nolinsville and Triune the few butternut inhabitants gazed with
+apparent envy at our well-clad soldiers. About nine o'clock at night
+we reached the river. Here the infantry bivouacked for the night; the
+artillery planted their pieces in eligible positions, while the
+cavalry crossed the river and commenced to search for rebel gentry who
+were supposed to be on short leave of absence at their homes. Quite a
+number of _citizen_ soldiers were thus picked up. Major Tracy, of the
+cavalry, then proceeded, with a dozen men, to the residence of
+General Starnes, and surrounded it, hoping to find the General at
+home. But the bird had flown the day previous. The Major, however,
+being a _searching_ man, and full of inquiry, looked under the beds,
+and in the closets, and asked who was up-stairs. "No one," was the
+reply, "but my brother, and he has never been in the army." Major
+Tracy took a candle, went up, saw the young man, and asked where the
+man had gone who had been in bed with him. The young man protested no
+one had been there, and Mrs. Starnes pledged her word, on the "_honor
+of a Southern lady_," that there was no one else in the house. But
+Tracy turned down the sheets, and, being a discerning man, discovered
+the imprint of another person in the bed, and, from the distance they
+had slept apart, he felt sure it was not a woman. So telling Mrs. S.
+he hadn't much faith in the honor of a Southern woman, under such
+circumstances, he thought he would take a peep through a dormer-window
+that projected from the roof; there, sure enough, sat Major Starnes, a
+son of the rebel general, in his shirt-tail, breeches and boots in
+hand, afraid to stir. It was a bitter cold night, and the poor fellow
+shook like an aspen leaf. He presented at once a pitiable yet
+ludicrous aspect. After collecting some twenty or thirty horses, they
+returned to their head-quarters, this side of the river. At night, not
+relishing the thought of sleeping on a rail, I had the good fortune of
+sharing a bed with Lieutenant Stevenson, who commanded the battery.
+
+As we anticipated, an early "_reveille of musketry_" awoke the party,
+and mounting my sorrel Rosenante, I proceeded to investigate "why we
+do these things," or to learn what the _quarrel is all about_.
+Crossing the river, I caught up with Major Tracy just as he was
+returning from his expedition to General Starnes's house. It was about
+eight o'clock as we came in sight of College Grove, a little village
+about a mile beyond Harpeth River. Here we turned toward Triune, and
+had left College Grove half a mile to the rear, when we heard the
+rebels firing upon a few stragglers of the Tennessee Cavalry. Major
+Tracy promptly countermarched his battalion, which was in the rear,
+and double-quicked back to the school-house at the town, and within a
+hundred yards of the rebel cavalry, who were drawn up in a line, in
+the front and rear of some houses, on the right of the road. The
+Major, seeing they outnumbered him two to one, halted, and sent word
+back to Major Burkhardt to reinforce. He then formed a line of battle
+across the road, awaiting the other battalion. Just as it arrived,
+Major Tracy thought he saw signs of wavering in the rebel line, and
+immediately ordered Squadron E to "Forward, by platoons! Double-quick!
+Charge!" and galloping to the front, along with Lieutenant Thurman,
+away they go. The rebels waver, break, and now comes the chase. The
+Major gains upon their rear, and brings rebel No. 1 to the dust, by
+the aid of a Smith & Wesson revolver. The Major, now wild with
+excitement, threw his cap in the air, and, hallooing for the boys to
+follow, continued the chase. The race was fully a three-mile heat, in
+which we captured fifty-nine rebels. Thirteen were _wounded by the
+saber_, four very severely. There were not more than fifteen or twenty
+of our men close on their rear at one time, and as the rebels turned
+out on the road-side to surrender, the Tennessee boys never stopped to
+make sure of them, but yelled to them to drop their guns and dismount,
+and if they stirred before they returned, they would murder them.
+After going as far as the few thought it safe, they returned to camp,
+bringing the prisoners, horses, and various implements of warfare,
+"sich" as fine English shotguns and the like.
+
+This was certainly one of the most gallant affairs of the season, and
+may be considered among the most successful charges of the war; for,
+while not a man of ours was injured, fifty-nine rebels were taken, and
+I saw more saber cuts that day than any time since I have been with
+the army.
+
+At noon, General Steadman arrived with the 35th and 9th Ohio, together
+with another section of battery, under Lieutenant Smith, commanding
+Company I, 4th Regular Artillery, and the whole brigade moved at once
+across the river, and marched out in search of the enemy. We soon came
+upon their picket-fires, the pickets having skedaddled. We rested for
+the night at Riggs's Cross-roads, and continued the march in the
+morning. By nine o'clock we met the rebels, drawn up in line of
+battle, about a mile north of Chapel Hill. The Tennessee Cavalry were
+in the advance; General Steadman and staff occupied the crest of a
+hill, in full view of the rebels, and where we all could see the
+movements of the butternuts; the 9th Ohio arriving, was immediately
+deployed to the right, the 2d Minnesota and 35th Ohio and 87th Indiana
+to the left, the battery taking the center. The rebels, consisting of
+two thousand five hundred of Van Dorn's forces, ran helter skelter
+through Chapel Hill, and turned to the left--the Tennessee Cavalry
+again proving their valor by sabering half a dozen of the 7th
+Alabamians. The rebels, as they retreated across Spring Creek, formed
+a line, and gave us a brisk little brush; but our men steadily
+advanced, driving them back, and, crossing the creek, were in their
+late camp. We skirmished and drove them some three miles beyond the
+river, and found we were within one mile of Duck River, eleven miles
+within and beyond their line. Not knowing what forces might come to
+their aid, the General did not further pursue them; but, on returning,
+we destroyed their camp, setting fire to all the houses and large
+sheds they had been using for shelter. A church, among the rest, was
+destroyed, as it had been used by rebel officers for head-quarters. On
+the return, a great many colored men, women, and children begged to be
+allowed to come with us.
+
+To-day, (the 8th,) Sabbath devotions were disturbed by General
+Steadman ordering the 35th Ohio and a section of battery, under
+Lieutenant Rodney, of the 4th Artillery, to feel the rebels at
+Harpeth; so again I thought I might catch an item, and went to the
+front. The impudent scamps had crossed, and were within four miles of
+our camp. The Tennessee Cavalry drove them back across the river. The
+rebels occupied a hill on the opposite side, adjoining the residence
+of Doctor Webb. After several little brushes by cavalry, our artillery
+opened upon the line formed by two thousand six hundred rebels, under
+Patterson and Roddy, of Van Dorn's division, who were supported by two
+regiments of infantry. They stood but two rounds from the Napoleons,
+before moving off in disorder. Our line advanced, when, much to our
+astonishment, the rebels opened up a battery from in front of Doctor
+Webb's house, which was sharply replied to by Lieutenant Rodney, who
+sent his compliments to the "gay and festive cusses," inclosed in a
+twelve-pounder, and directed to Doctor Webb's house; it was safely
+_delivered_, as we saw it _enter the house_. Again their four-pounder
+belched forth, and one of their shots fell directly in front of the
+35th Ohio ambulance, but luckily it did not burst. After holding our
+position four hours, and driving the rebels back to their dens, we
+returned to camp.
+
+
+COLONEL MOODY AND THE 74th OHIO.
+
+In the fight at Murfreesboro, General Rosecrans said the 74th Ohio
+behaved nobly. After General McCook's right had been turned, the whole
+rebel force came against General Negley's division, to which this
+regiment belongs. After the 37th Indiana had retired, it being
+terribly cut up, the 74th was ordered to take its place amid such a
+shower of shot and shell as has scarcely fallen during the war.
+
+This regiment did not leave its position until an order came from
+Colonel Miller, commanding the brigade; then, slowly and stubbornly,
+it came from that well-fought field, leaving many of its members, "who
+never shall fight again," dead upon it. On the Friday following that
+bloody Wednesday, they were "in at the death," in the triumphant
+charge of our left. Its commander, Colonel Moody, is "the fighting
+Parson" of the Cumberland Army. Calmly and steadily he led his men
+into the seven-times heated furnace of battle, and,
+
+ "As the battle din,
+  Came rolling in,
+
+his voice of cheer and encouragement was heard above its roar. Just
+before they came into the whizzing storm, he said: "Say your prayers,
+my boys, and give them your bullets as fast as you can." A conspicuous
+mark, he was struck by balls in three places, and his horse shot from
+under him; but he took no notice of the hits. Once, during the
+thickest of the fight, he rode along the line, and was cheered by his
+men even in the roar of battle.
+
+Side by side with Colonel Moody rode, during both battles, the gallant
+Major Bell, the new field-officer of this regiment. Ohio's 74th is
+justly proud that she has the experience of a gray-headed Colonel
+united with the "dash" of a young Major. This regiment has won for
+itself a place among the "crack" regiments of our army; and General
+Rosecrans told it to-day that he would have to call it "the fighting
+regiment."
+
+
+COLONEL MOODY ON THE BATTLE-FIELD.
+
+The Ohio _Statesman_, speaking of Colonel Moody at the late battle at
+Murfreesboro, has the following:
+
+"Colonel Moody has been so long accustomed to 'charge home' upon the
+rebellious 'hosts of sin,' from the pulpit, that he finds himself in
+no uncongenial position in charging bayonet upon the rebellious hosts
+of Davis and the Devil upon the battle-field. And, as in the former
+position he ever acquitted himself right valiantly, so, in this
+latter position, he is equally heroic and unconquerable.
+
+"His escape from death in the late fight was so wonderful as to seem
+clearly Providential. His friends and members of his church in
+Cincinnati had presented him with a pair of handsome revolvers. One of
+these he wore in the breast of his coat during the fight. A
+partially-spent Minié-ball had struck him on the breast, pierced his
+coat, and, striking the butt of his pistol, splintered it to pieces
+directly over his heart, _but went no further_. The stroke was so
+violent as to hurl him from his horse by the concussion, and he lay,
+for a moment, insensible. Consciousness soon returned, and, mounting
+his horse, he raged on through the battle like an enraged lion. He won
+the most hearty congratulations from General Rosecrans himself. So
+much for having one's life saved by a _bosom_ friend."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVI.
+
+     A Wedding in the Army -- A Bill of Fare in Camp -- Dishonest
+     Female Reb -- Private Cupp -- To the 13th Ohio.
+
+
+A WEDDING IN THE ARMY,
+
+And, as it is from the pen of the worthy Chaplain, J. H. Lozier, it is
+perfectly reliable.
+
+About as pleasant and romantic a wedding as anybody ever saw, lately
+took place in this department. Immediately after the battle, a soldier
+of the 15th Indiana took sick, from exposure in the fight, and was
+taken to Hospital No. 5. Among the attendants there was a pretty
+little "Yankee girl," whose charms occasioned an affliction of the
+heart which baffled the skill of all the doctors, and they were
+compelled to call for the services of the chaplain.
+
+[Illustration: Debate between Slabsides and Garrotte. See page 303.]
+
+There are obstructions in "the course of true love," even in
+Tennessee, and one of these was the difficulty of procuring "the
+papers," as there was no clerk's office in the county, or, at least,
+no clerk to attend to the office. Again were the resources of the
+General commanding brought into requisition, and again did he prove
+himself "equal to the emergency." The following document, authorized
+by General Rosecrans, dictated by General Garfield, and promulgated by
+Major Wiles, shows how men get licenses to marry in those counties
+in this department where martial law alone exists:
+
+
+  State of Tennessee,
+  Rutherford County.     _Greeting_:
+
+     _To any person empowered by law to perform marriage in
+     Tennessee:_
+
+     You are hereby authorized to join together in marriage
+     Joseph A. Hamilton and Francillia L. Bean, and this shall be
+     your authority for so doing.
+
+     Witness my hand and official seal of the
+     Provost-Marshal-General, Department of the Cumberland.
+
+                                        WILLIAM M. WILES,
+                      Major 44th Indiana, and Provost-Marshal-General,
+                              Department of the Cumberland.
+
+[Illustration: Seal]
+
+
+  State of Tennessee,
+  Rutherford County.
+
+     Be it remembered that, on this 12th day of May, A. D. 1863,
+     personally appeared before me, Major William M. Wiles,
+     Provost-Marshal-General, Department of the Cumberland, one
+     W. T. Mendenhall, Assistant Surgeon of Hospital No. 5, of
+     lawful age, who, being duly sworn, on oath says that he is
+     acquainted with Joseph A. Hamilton and Francillia L. Bean;
+     that said parties are of legal age to marry, without the
+     consent of their parents or guardians, and that he knows of
+     no lawful reason why said parties should not marry.
+
+          [Signed]                      W. T. MENDENHALL.
+             Subscribed and sworn to this 12th day of May, A. D. 1863.
+
+                                        WILLIAM M. WILES,
+                                    Major and Provost-Marshal-General,
+                                    Department of the Cumberland.
+
+[Illustration: Seal]
+
+
+Now, therefore, I, William M. Wiles, Major of 44th Indiana Volunteers,
+and Provost-Marshal-General, Department of the Cumberland, in
+consideration of the fact that this county has been placed under
+military law, and civil courts and laws, with their officers, are not
+in existence, do empower John Hogarth Lozier, a regularly ordained
+minister of the Methodist Episcopal Church, and Chaplain of the 37th
+Regiment of Indiana Volunteers, to join in _Holy Matrimony_ the
+above-named parties, and this shall be his full and proper authority
+for so doing.
+
+Given this 12th day of May, A. D., 1863. Witness my hand and seal, the
+day and year above mentioned,
+
+                                        W. M. WILES,
+                                    Major and Provost-Marshal-General,
+                                    Department of the Cumberland.
+
+[Illustration: Seal L. S.]
+
+
+Accordingly the happy pair, together with a large concourse of
+officers and soldiers, and a delightful sprinkling of pretty Northern
+belles, met on the battle-field, in a grove on the banks of Stone
+River, on the precise spot where the bridegroom, with his regiment,
+the noble 15th Indiana, fought on the memorable 31st of December. A
+large, flat rock stood up prominently, and upon this the bride and
+groom, with their attendants, and the chaplain, took their position,
+while an eager throng gathered around to witness the interesting
+ceremony. After announcing the "license," as above given, the chaplain
+asked the usual questions as to "objections." There was a moment's
+silence, in which, if any man had dared to object, he would have done
+so at the peril of an immediate "plunging bath" in Stone River, for
+the boys were determined to see the ceremony completed. The chaplain
+then proceeded, in solemn and impressive tones, to perform the
+ceremony, at the conclusion of which they dropped upon their knees,
+and a solemn invocation being uttered, they arose, and having
+pronounced them husband and wife, he introduced them to the audience.
+Then followed a rare scene of unrestrained social enjoyment. The
+mingling of shoulder-straps with plain "high-privates," and of "stars"
+with "stripes," was truly refreshing. We observed three
+Major-Generals, McCook, Crittenden, and Johnson, besides any amount of
+"lesser lights," among the crowd.
+
+I see, by a late Chattanooga _Rebel_, that the editor of that
+"delectable sheet" is in grief because he has been told that Miss
+Fannie Jorden, who resides near our camp, is about to marry Captain
+Kirk, of General Steadman's staff. The _Rebel_ says: "We are sorry to
+hear that the niece of the gallant Colonel Rayne has so far forgotten
+herself as to engage to marry one of the 'Lincoln horde.'"
+
+We have had the pleasure of meeting Miss Fannie upon several
+occasions. She is a very nice young lady, and is not aware of any such
+engagement. Captain Kirk is pretty good-looking; but, we rather guess
+he is not on the right side of Jorden this time. If the young lady
+marries, 'tis more likely she will emigrate to Minnesota than Ohio. We
+sincerely hope our neighbor of the _Rebel_ will not have cause to
+"come to grief." He had better mind his own business, and let the
+soldiers here attend to the "Union" unmolested.
+
+A strange family feud, quite "Corsican" in its character, came to
+light some time ago, while we were at Cunningham's Ford.
+
+There were two families, Bently by name, residing there. These
+brothers had not spoken to each other for forty years. They nor their
+families have had any intercourse whatever; never recognizing each
+other, though they had resided side by side, farms adjoining. One
+could not go to church, or meeting of any kind, or to town, without
+passing his brother. While we were there, the elder brother died, and
+he was buried by his children. The other family knew nothing of it,
+until told by our soldiers. The cause of the estrangement was, that,
+in dividing the land left them, more than forty years ago, one claimed
+the line was drawn some ten feet too far south, thus losing to the
+other about six acres of ground, the value, at that time, being about
+twenty-five cents per acre. This feud is now an inheritance, we
+suppose, to be handed down forever. Can't you send out a missionary?
+
+Those who can afford it are now enjoying in camp all the luxuries of
+the season. I received an invitation to dine out yesterday. The
+following bill of fare was partaken of in a beautiful arbor:
+
+
+     BILL OF FARE.
+
+                  Mock Turtle Soup.
+
+  Turkey.                   Roast Beef.
+  Ham and Eggs.             Roast Mutton, with Currant Jelly.
+  Radishes. Lettuce.        Onions and Potatoes.
+  Custard. Lemon Pies.      Pound Cake. Jellies.
+
+  The whole concluding with elegant "Mint Juleps," with straws
+  in them.
+
+
+In the 1st Brigade, under Colonel Connell, each company has a large
+brick cooking-range erected, and their system is really worthy of
+emulation. This entire division is supplied with fine fresh bread
+every day. The division baker has three Cincinnati bake-ovens, from
+which he turns out from three to five hundred loaves a day, besides
+pies innumerable. It is under the foremanship of Mr. John Wakely, a
+well-known Cincinnati baker. This arrangement is a great saving to the
+Government in the way of transportation, etc.
+
+I heard a first-rate story, which, although it did not occur in this
+division, is too good to lose. A private soldier, named Cupp, who is
+a German, belonging to the 1st Missouri Cavalry, and now one of the
+body-guard of General Granger, was out to the front a few days ago,
+and seeing a "stray rebel," "made for him." The chase commenced--away
+went Mr. Reb and Cupp. Having the fleetest horse, Cupp gained upon him
+rapidly, crying, "Halt! halt! halt!" every leap his horse would make.
+But the rebel, bent on getting away, heeded not the call. At length
+the Dutchman reached his rear, and, swinging his saber heavily over
+his head, charged the rebel, and brought him to a "_dead stand_."
+
+"Ah ha!" said the now excited Cupp, "how you vass all de viles? D----n
+you, anoder time I hollers halt I speck you stop a leetle, unt not try
+to fool mit me so long, you d----d rebel."
+
+
+DISHONEST FEMALE REB.
+
+A rebel sympathizer and his wife, a cross-eyed specimen of the _genus
+homo_, came within our lines and delivered themselves up, to be where
+they could get something to eat. Captain Parshall, of the 35th Ohio,
+being Provost-Marshal of Triune, and supposing them honest refugees,
+endeavored to secure comfortable quarters for the woman at the house
+of Dr. Williams. Dr. Williams is a stanch Union man, and willing to do
+all in his power for suffering humanity. The Doctor told the Captain
+that the lady was welcome, but that his wife was away from home.
+
+Captain Parshall had kindly provided quarters for the husband who, as
+he was about going, gazed cautiously around, and eyed the Doctor from
+head to foot, then looked at the woman with an "affectionate" stare,
+and, with a long-drawn sigh, exclaimed:
+
+"Well, Doctor, I guess I'll risk her with you."
+
+In about an hour the Captain was startled with the sudden appearance
+of Doctor Williams, much excited, who begged that he would have that
+woman taken away, right off, as she was a thief.
+
+The Captain went over immediately, and interrogated the woman, but she
+stoutly denied the charge. The Captain, however, noticed a very heavy
+bust where a bust shouldn't be with so hatchet-faced a woman, and
+asked her what she had in her bosom.
+
+She replied, that was common with her "every grass;" but the Captain
+"couldn't see it," and indelicately placed his masculine fingers
+within the sacred precincts, and drew forth two children's dresses,
+one from each side; finding she was fairly caught, she begged for
+mercy; said she didn't know what "possessed her," and declared that
+was all she had. The Captain told her he would have to hang her if she
+didn't deliver up every thing. She became frightened, and then
+commenced the peeling of petticoats, shawls, chemises, pillow-slips,
+etc., much to the amusement and contempt of all honest people.
+
+Suffice it to say, the woman, with her husband, was sent back to
+Dixie, to feed upon corn-bread and water, as the Union people of this
+neighborhood didn't wish to be contaminated by such trash.
+
+The Doctor's wife has since returned. She told me the story, and
+declares she won't leave the Doctor to keep house any more, as she
+won't trust him alone.
+
+
+TO THE THIRTEENTH OHIO.
+
+By Martha M. THOMAS.
+
+  Our Fathers House is threatened, boys!
+    The Union, grand and free,
+  Has warmed an adder in its heart
+    That saps its great roof-tree.
+  We've sworn to hold it pure, boys--
+    A first love's holy shrine;
+  A home for all the homeless, boys,
+    For "auld lang syne."
+
+  Its foemen are our brothers, boys;
+    But still we must not falter;
+  Though dear to us those who offend,
+    They must die by lead or halter.
+  Our Father's House is ours in trust,
+    From Washington's own line;
+  The Union knows no Pleiad lost
+    For "auld lang syne."
+
+  The rafters of the old house, boys,
+    Must never know pollution;
+  Its cement was our father's blood,
+    Its roof the Constitution;
+  And though, like prodigals astray,
+    Its sons eat husks with swine,
+  And feel the rod, we'll kill the calf,
+    For "auld lang syne."
+
+  Then let the bugle sound, my boys
+    And forward to the strife;
+  We'll thrash our rebel brothers well,
+    E'en though it cost our life.
+  And when we've whipped them into grace
+    And made each dim star shine,
+  We'll open wide our Father's door,
+    For "auld lang syne."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVII.
+
+     The Oath -- A Conservative Darkey's Opinion of Yankees --
+     Visit to the Graves of Ohio and Indiana Boys -- Trip from
+     Murfreesboro to Louisville -- Nashville Convalescents -- A
+     Death in the Hospital -- Henry Lovie Captured.
+
+
+THE OATH.
+
+By Thomas BUCHANAN READ.
+
+  HAMLET--Swear on my sword.
+
+  GHOST (below)--_Swear!_--[_Shakspeare._
+
+  Ye freemen, how long will ye stifle
+    The vengeance that justice inspires?
+  With treason how long will you trifle,
+    And shame the proud name of your sires?
+  Out, out with the sword and the rifle,
+    In defense of your homes and your fires.
+  The flag of the old Revolution
+    Swear firmly to serve and uphold,
+  That no treasonous breath of pollution
+    Shall tarnish one star on its fold.
+            Swear!
+  And hark, the deep voices replying
+  From graves where your fathers are lying,
+       "_Swear, O, swear!_"
+
+  In this moment who hesitates, barters
+    The rights which his forefathers won,
+  He forfeits all claim to the charters
+    Transmitted from sire to son.
+  Kneel, kneel at the graves of our martyrs,
+    And swear on your sword and your gun:
+  Lay up your great oath on an altar
+    As huge and as strong as Stonehenge,
+  And then with sword, fire, and halter,
+    Sweep down to the field of revenge.
+            Swear!
+  And hark, the deep voices replying
+  From graves where your fathers are lying,
+          "_Swear, O, swear!_"
+
+  By the tombs of your sires and brothers,
+    The host which the traitors have slain;
+  By the tears of your sisters and mothers,
+    In secret concealing their pain
+  The grief which the heroine smothers,
+    Consuming the heart and the brain
+  By the sigh of the penniless widow,
+    By the sob of her orphans' despair,
+  Where they sit in their sorrowful shadow,
+    Kneel, kneel, every freeman, and swear;
+            Swear!
+  And hark, the deep voices replying
+  From graves where your fathers are lying,
+          "_Swear, O, swear!_"
+
+  On mounds which are wet with the weeping
+    Where a nation has bowed to the sod,
+  Where the noblest of martyrs are sleeping,
+    Let the winds bear your vengeance abroad,
+  And your firm oaths be held in the keeping
+    Of your patriot hearts and your God.
+  Over Ellsworth, for whom the first tear rose,
+    While to Baker and Lyon you look;
+  By Winthrop, a star among heroes,
+    By the blood of our murdered McCook,
+            Swear!
+  And hark, the deep voices replying
+  From graves where your fathers are lying,
+          "_Swear, O, swear!_"
+
+
+A CONSERVATIVE DARKEY'S OPINION OF YANKEES.
+
+There was a large Union meeting in Nashville, and an old house-servant
+of one of the most aristocratic rebel families, who hates
+"Lincolnites" and "poor white trash" as heartily as Jeff Davis does,
+was walking slowly along the square as the grand procession was
+forming. Soldiers were moving about in great numbers, the cavalry
+galloping to and fro, regiments were forming to the sound of lively
+music, citizens and visitors thronged the sidewalks, children ran
+about with banners, and thousands of flags fluttered like fragments of
+rainbows, from the various buildings. The conservative contraband
+paced slowly along, rolling his distended eyes in all directions,
+apparently overwhelmed by the exhibition and bustle around him.
+Approaching our friend, he exclaimed:
+
+"My God! what are we Southern folks coming to? Massa said, a year ago,
+dat de Yankees done gone away forever. Now dey is swarmin' about
+thicker dan locusses. Dey runs dere boats on our ribber; dey is
+pressin' all our niggers; dey lib in our houses; dey drivin' our
+wagons, and ringin' our bells; dey 'fisticatin' our property; dey
+eatin' up our meat and corn; dey done killed up mose all of our men;
+and, 'fore God, I spec dey are gwine to marry all our widders!"
+
+And, heaving a deep groan from the bottom of his continental
+waistcoat, he shook his head in sadness, and passed slowly onward, to
+the joyful chimes of the church-bells and the soul-stirring strains of
+"Yankee Doodle."
+
+
+VISIT TO THE GRAVES OF OHIO AND INDIANA BOYS.
+
+Traversing the field of battle, near Murfreesboro, a few days after
+the rebel defeat, I could but contrast, in my mind, the terrible quiet
+with the terrific din and roar of battle of which it was the late
+scene.
+
+The _debris_ of battle is strewn for miles and miles. Thousands upon
+thousands of cannon-balls and shell lie upon the field. The woods
+present the appearance of having been visited by a tornado, and here
+and there a pool of blood marks the place where some devoted hero has
+rendered up his life.
+
+The heavy cedar wood is nearly three miles from Murfreesboro, to the
+right of the pike, going south. The rocks bear evidence of the
+struggle, for thousands of bullet and shell traces may be seen. The
+smaller branches of trees are cut as if a severe hail-storm had
+visited the spot. Let us dismount and read the names of those soldiers
+who fell here. They have been given a soldier's funeral. Ah! the names
+here denote this as a part of the gallant Rousseau's division; for on
+rough pieces of board we read: W. McCartin, Hamilton, Ohio, Company F,
+3d Ohio; F. Burley, Hamilton; John Motram, Company I, Cardington,
+Ohio; H. K. Bennett, Company A, 3d Ohio; M. Neer, Company D, 3d Ohio.
+And close beside, a brother Indiana soldier sleeps--Joseph Guest, 42d
+Indiana.
+
+Just across the pike, on the left going south, is the grave of A.
+Hardy, 6th Ohio; and opposite this is the spot where Lieutenant
+Foster, of the noble 6th, yielded up his life, and was buried. Close
+by is a log house, perforated with shot and shell. Here some of our
+wounded sought shelter during the storm of iron hail, but were
+mercilessly driven out by the shot poured into their intended refuge.
+To the left of this house are numerous graves. Among them, Francis
+Kiggins, Company K, H. Borrien, Company H, W. Keller, Company H, all
+of the 24th Ohio; Alf Goodman, 58th Indiana; Noah Miller, 58th
+Indiana; E. D. Tuttles, Company B, C. McElvain, Company A, Levi
+Colwright, James Wright, C. A. McDowell, Company K; J. B. Naylor, H.
+Lockmeyer, A. B. Endicott, Company A; J. Cunningham, E. Skito, J.
+Reavis, H. Cure, Company D, all of the 58th Indiana.
+
+Near this the 26th Ohio lost John Tagg, John Karn, F. Singer, and
+Charles Bartholomew; Mark E. Rakes, of the 88th Indiana, and George
+Kumler and William Ogg, of the 93d Ohio, are buried here, together
+with John Van Waggoner and Lieutenant Black, of the 58th Indiana. And
+still further to the left, along the Chattanooga Railroad, are the
+remains of Elias M. Scott, 82d Indiana; near this, but across the
+road, on the skirt of a wood, are Sergeants Potter and Puttenry, of
+the 24th Ohio, Henry Allen, of the 65th Ohio, and Frank Nitty, of the
+58th Indiana. Continuing our course to the left, just crossing a
+dirt-road leading toward Murfreesboro, upon a little knoll, are the
+ruins of a once handsome mansion. Behind an upright Southern
+timber-fence, just back of the still-standing negro-quarters, there is
+a beautiful cluster of prairie-roses in full leaf. The waving
+branches, as they bend to the right, cover the graves of three
+Cincinnati boys, two of whom I knew intimately. Go ask their comrades,
+and they will bear willing evidence to the chivalrous bearing of the
+two noble youths, Ally Rockenfield and little Dave Medary. Beside
+them is the grave of W. S. Shaw, whom I did not know personally. I am
+told he died while bravely doing his whole duty. The branches of the
+same friendly rose-bush, bending to the left, cover the graves of
+Captain Weller, Lieutenant Harmon, and Major Terry; all of the 24th
+Ohio, forming a beautiful emblem of the unity of those two splendid
+regiments, the 6th and 24th. Continuing still further to the left, we
+cross Stone River, where our forces did such good fighting under
+Crittenden. Just after crossing this stream, upon the first knoll,
+beneath a large oak, are the remains of Sergeant Jacob McGillen, of
+Hamilton. He belonged to the 69th Ohio. An incident in regard to this
+noble youth was told me by a gentleman who knew him well. When that
+noble man, William Beckett, of Hamilton, was doing all in his power to
+assist in raising the 69th Regiment, a number of the "_Southern
+Rights_" sympathizers tried to dissuade McGillen from joining--bidding
+him to hold off until substitutes were called for, and then, if he
+would go, they would buy him. He, however, spurned their base offers,
+and enlisted; and, when crossing the river amid the leaden hail, he
+received a bullet in his arm; he hastily tied up the wound, and,
+though weakened from loss of blood, rejoined his command, and the
+second ball piercing his breast, he fell. Nearly opposite his resting
+place lies Captain Chandler, of the 19th Illinois.
+
+I have been told, by those high in command, that more _individual
+prowess_ was manifested upon this battle-field than any during the
+war. There were more hand-to-hand encounters, more desperate
+fighting--men selling their lives as dearly as possible. As to their
+General, there is but one acclamation: General Rosecrans has endeared
+himself to the whole army; they love him as a child should love its
+father; and all are satisfied that, had it not been for the surprise
+upon the right, and Johnson's defeat, the battle would have ended with
+the total annihilation of the Southern army.
+
+
+NASHVILLE CONVALESCENTS--A DEATH IN THE HOSPITAL.
+
+On my way back to Nashville I called at the different hospitals, and
+saw quite a number of the wounded. The surgeons were doing all they
+could toward sending them home. Doctor Ames and Doctor Stevens, of the
+6th Ohio, in fact, all the surgeons seemed assiduous in their
+attentions to the wounded. As a matter of course, many thought they
+were neglected; but there were so many to be attended to.
+
+I met Major Frank Cahill. He told me he had six thousand convalescents
+under his charge at Nashville.
+
+General Mitchell was kept very busy, although but few passes were
+given to any going South; but Lieutenant Osgood, his chief business
+man, was up night and day, ready, at all times, to expedite those
+going in search of the wounded Union soldiers. Lieutenant Osgood
+certainly did more business in one day than many men, who are called
+fast, could do in a week. To know that he did his duty, I will state
+that Secessionists hated him, and Union men spoke in high terms of
+him.
+
+A young lad, who had been sick for a long time, died; his name was
+William Stokes, and his home was near Dayton, Ohio. The boy had been
+honorably discharged, but there were no blanks, and _red tape_
+forbids a surgeon, no matter how high his position, to grant the final
+discharge without the blank forms. For five weeks this poor home-sick
+boy, only eighteen years of age, worried along, continually speaking
+of his mother and home; but the inexorable law kept him there to die.
+
+
+HENRY LOVIE CAPTURED.
+
+At Bowling Green I met Henry Lovie, the artist; he had been grossly
+abused by a party of a dozen butternuts, at a little town called
+"Cromwell," (what's in a name?) They accused him of being a
+nigger-thief--a d----d Abolitionist, and were sworn to hang him. His
+servant, however, happened to have his free papers, and Lovie,
+exhibiting to them passes from McClellan, Rosecrans, and other "high
+old names," they were disposed to cave a little. "Our traveling
+artist" for Frank Leslie took a horse for self and one for servant,
+riding twenty-eight miles, fearing the butternuts might receive
+reinforcements, and reached Bowling Green by early dawn, through mud,
+slush, snow, and rain. Lovie wants to enlist a company to go and take
+"Cromwell," and requested me to see Tom Jones & Co. in regard to the
+matter.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVIII.
+
+     General Steadman Superseded by General Schofield, of
+     Missouri -- Colonel Brownlow's Regiment -- His Bravery -- A
+     Rebel Officer Killed by a Woman -- Discontent in East
+     Tennessee -- Picket Duty and its Dangers -- A Gallant Deed
+     and a Chivalrous Return.
+
+
+                    Camp near Triune, Tennessee, _April 24, 1862_.
+
+I arrived in camp day before yesterday, and immediately reported for
+duty.
+
+Last night General Schofield took command of this division, General
+Steadman having been assigned to the Second Brigade. General Schofield
+comes to us with the highest recommendations for gallant daring, and
+his appearance among the boys was the signal for a neat ovation. He
+was serenaded by a crowd of singers, and, upon the conclusion of a
+patriotic song, he came to the front of his head-quarters and made a
+telling speech, which was enthusiastically received by his command.
+General Steadman being called for responded, regretting to part with
+his old command, but rejoicing that he had been superseded by a
+gentleman and a soldier so worthy of the position that had been
+assigned him. General Steadman assured the General that he had as fine
+a set of soldiers as were to be found in the Army of the Cumberland;
+men who had been tried and never found wanting; men whom he assured
+General Schofield would go wherever ordered, and against any foe.
+After the adjournment of the public demonstration, the two generals,
+with their staffs, were handsomely entertained by Captain Roper, where
+song, sentiment, and recitation were the order of the evening--Colonel
+George, Colonel Vandeveer, Colonel Long, and other notables being
+among the guests.
+
+While thus enjoying ourselves, the General received a telegraphic
+dispatch from head-quarters, announcing the capture of McMinnville by
+our forces.
+
+The command of the Third Division, we feel confident, is in vigilant
+hands. Brigadier-General Schofield has heretofore proved his
+efficiency in Missouri. His staff consists of Major J. A. Campbell, A.
+A. S.; W. M. Wherry, Aid-de-camp; A. H. Engle, Aid-de-camp and Judge
+Advocate; Captain Kirk, Quarter-master; Captain Roper, Commissary;
+Captain Budd, Inspector of Division, and Doctor Gordon, Medical
+Director.
+
+The East Tennessee Cavalry still continue to prove their gallantry. I
+spent a pleasant afternoon with them yesterday, and paid a visit to
+their hospital. I saw six of the noble fellows who were wounded in a
+late fight. About ten days ago, Colonel Brownlow, a regular "chip of
+the old block," took a part of the regiment out some twelve miles from
+camp, toward Duck River, and, coming upon a large party of secesh,
+gave them a "taste of his quality." A short time after, the Colonel,
+with nine of his men, became detached from the main body, and found
+themselves completely surrounded by the rebels, and were within thirty
+yards of the foe, who ordered the Colonel to surrender. A moment's
+parley with his men, and the Colonel, with the boys, rode toward the
+rebels, and, with a few adjectives, quite _unparliamentary_ to ears
+polite, much to their surprise, dashed through their line. This
+audacity saved them; for, before they had time to recover from their
+surprise, Brownlow and his men were beyond their reach. I was told, by
+one of the prisoners, that, at one time, twenty rebels were firing at
+that "little cuss in the blue jacket," as they called the Colonel,
+during the day's performance. Several splendid charges were made by
+these Tennesseeans.
+
+James Mysinger, of Company I, from Green County, after being mortally
+wounded--the noble fellow--fired three shots. The Colonel dismounted
+to assist the dying soldier, who, with tears in his eyes, said:
+
+"Colonel, I've only one regret--that I am not spared to kill more of
+those wretched traitors. Tell me, Colonel," continued he, "have I not
+always obeyed orders?"
+
+"Yes, Mysinger, you are a noble fellow, and have always done your
+duty," said the Colonel, patting him on the cheek, and brushing the
+cold sweat from his brow.
+
+"Now, Colonel," said he, "I am ready to die."
+
+Oliver Miller, Company C, received a severe wound in the arm. He is
+only seventeen years of age. John Harris received three balls. Robert
+Adair was wounded in the head. William Riddle was completely
+_riddled_, receiving one ball and four buck-shot. David Berry had his
+thigh broken, jumping from his horse. Berry's father was murdered by
+rebels at Cumberland Gap. His head was placed upon a block and cut
+off, by order of Colonel Brazzleton, of the 1st East Tennessee rebel
+cavalry. Nearly all these men have not only their country's wrongs to
+avenge, but the wrongs heaped upon their fathers, mothers, and
+sisters. I spent an hour in conversation with these wounded men, and
+all were laughing and talking in the best of spirits. Such men are
+invincible.
+
+A brother of Colonel Brownlow, who is now on a visit to this camp,
+informs me that he had it from the most reliable source, that the
+rebels in and around Knoxville were actually suffering for food. An
+order was issued by the rebel commander at Knoxville, a few days
+since, to seize all the hams, sides, and bacon belonging to private
+parties, leaving only fifty pounds for each family. A Mrs. Tillery, of
+Knox County, residing twelve miles from Knoxville, when her house was
+visited for the purpose of being pillaged, in the fulfillment of this
+order, expostulated with the lieutenant in command. She told him that
+fifty pounds would not keep her family two weeks, and she had no way
+of obtaining more. Notwithstanding her entreaties, the rebel
+lieutenant ordered fifty pounds to be weighed and given to her. He had
+scarcely given the order when Mrs. Tillery drew a pistol and shot the
+lieutenant through the heart. The rebel detail left the meat, and took
+off the corpse of their commander. The spirit of discontent is
+manifesting itself in various ways among even the most ultra rebels.
+They are getting tired of seeing their country devastated by the two
+armies, and are anxious for a settlement; and it only awaits the
+_daring of a few_ to inaugurate a "rebellion within a rebellion,"
+which, if once started, will spread like wild-fire.
+
+
+PICKET DUTY AND ITS DANGERS.
+
+Of all the duties of a soldier, outpost duty is the most trying and
+dangerous. Courage, caution, patience, sleepless vigilance, and iron
+nerve are essential to its due performance. Upon the picket-guards of
+an army rests an immense responsibility. They are the eyes and ears of
+the encamped or embattled host. Hence, if they are negligent or
+faithless, the thousands dependent upon their zeal and watchfulness
+for safety, might almost as well be blind and deaf. The bravest army,
+under such circumstances, is liable, like a strong man in his sleep,
+to be pounced upon and discomfited by an inferior foe. For this reason
+the laws of war declare that the punishment of a soldier found
+sleeping on his post shall be death.
+
+But although the peril and responsibility involved in picket duty are
+so great, the heroes who are selected for it rarely receive honorable
+mention in our military bulletins. Their collisions with the enemy are
+"skirmishes." The proportion of killed and wounded in these collisions
+may be double or triple what it was at Magenta or Solferino, but still
+they are mere "affairs of outposts." "Our pickets were driven in," or
+"The enemy's pickets were put to flight," and that is the end of it.
+Presently comes the news of a brilliant Union victory; and nobody
+pauses to consider that if our pickets had been asleep, or faithless,
+or cowardly, a Union _defeat_ might, nay _must_, have been the
+consequence.
+
+We forget what these men endure--their risks, their privations, their
+fatigues, their anxieties, _their battles with themselves_, when
+sleep--more insidious than even the lurking enemy in the bush--tugs at
+their heavy eyelids, and their overwearied senses are barely held to
+their allegiance by the strongest mental effort. The soldier who
+rushes to the charge at the command of his officer is animated by the
+shouts of his comrades, inspirited by the sounds of martial music, and
+full of the ardor and confidence which the consciousness of being
+intelligently led and loyally supported engenders. He sees his
+adversaries; he fights in an open field; his fate is to be decided by
+the ordinary chances of honorable war. Not so the picket-guard. He is
+surrounded by unseen dangers. The gleam of his bayonet may, at any
+moment, draw upon him the fire of some prowling assassin. If he hears
+a rustling among the leaves, and inquires, "Who goes there?" the
+answer may be a ball in his heart.
+
+
+A GALLANT DEED AND A CHIVALROUS RETURN.
+
+In the recent movement of Stoneman's Cavalry, the advance was led by
+Lieutenant Paine, of the 1st Maine Cavalry. Being separated, by a
+considerable distance, from the main body, he encountered,
+unexpectedly, a superior force of rebel cavalry, and his whole party
+were taken prisoners. They were hurried off as rapidly as possible to
+get them out of the way of our advancing force, and, in crossing a
+rapid and deep stream, Lieutenant Henry, commanding the rebel force,
+was swept off his horse. As none of his men seemed to think or care
+any thing about saving him, his prisoner, Lieutenant Paine, leaped off
+his horse, seized the drowning man by the collar, swam ashore with
+him, and saved his life, thus literally capturing the captor. Paine
+was sent to Richmond with the rest of the prisoners, and the facts
+being made known to General Fitz-Hugh Lee, he wrote a statement of
+them to General Winder, Provost-Marshal of Richmond, who ordered the
+instant release of Lieutenant Paine, without even parole, promise, or
+condition, and, we presume, with the compliments of the Confederacy.
+He arrived in Washington on Saturday last. This act of generosity, as
+well as justice, must command our highest admiration. There is some
+hope for men who can behave in such a manner.
+
+But the strangest part of the story is yet to come. Lieutenant Paine,
+on arriving in Washington, learned that the officer whose life he had
+thus gallantly saved had since been taken prisoner by our forces, and
+had just been confined in the Old Capitol prison. The last we heard of
+Paine he was on his way to General Martindale's head-quarters to
+obtain a pass to visit his imprisoned benefactor. Such are the
+vicissitudes of war. We could not help thinking, when we heard this
+story, of the profound observation of Mrs. Gamp: "Sich is life, vich
+likevays is the hend of hall things hearthly." We leave it to casuists
+to determine whether, when these two gallant soldiers meet on the
+battle-field, they should fight like enemies or embrace like
+Christians. For our part, we do not believe their swords will be any
+the less sharp, nor their zeal any the less determined, for this
+hap-hazard exchange of soldierly courtesy.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIX.
+
+     An Incident at Holly Springs, Miss. -- The Raid of Van Dorn
+     -- Cincinnati Cotton-Dealers in Trouble -- Troubles of a
+     Reporter.
+
+
+AN INCIDENT AT HOLLY SPRINGS, MISS.--THE RAID OF VAN DORN.
+
+The amount of public and private property captured and destroyed by
+the enemy is estimated at something over six millions of dollars. He
+had considerable skirmishing with our troops, whose effective force
+Colonel R. C. Murphy, commandant of the post, says was less than three
+hundred. The Confederates lost ten or twelve in killed and wounded,
+and we six or seven wounded, none fatally. Colonel Murphy says he
+received information from Grant too late to make the necessary
+arrangements for the defense of the place. Though there were less than
+three hundred effective Union soldiers in town, all the civilians,
+tradesmen, speculators, and promiscuous hangers-on to the army were
+captured, swelling the number who gave their parole to about fifteen
+hundred. The raid, as you may imagine, delighted the residents of
+Holly Springs, who turned out _en masse_ to welcome their
+brief-lingering "deliverers," and were very active in pointing out the
+places where Northerners were boarding. Not a few of the precious
+citizens fired at our troops from the windows, and acted as
+contemptibly and dastardly as possible. The women, who had been rarely
+visible before, made their appearance, radiant, and supplied the rebel
+Yahoos with all manner of refreshments. "Good Union men," who had sold
+their cotton to the Yankees, shook the Treasury-notes in the faces of
+the Union prisoners, saying they had been paid for their property, and
+had the pleasure of burning it before the "d----d Abolition
+scoundrels' eyes."
+
+
+CINCINNATI COTTON-DEALERS IN TROUBLE.
+
+A number of cotton-buyers were robbed of whatever money they had on
+their persons, and some of them are said to have lost from five to ten
+thousand dollars apiece, which is, probably, an exaggerated statement.
+W. W. Cones, of Cincinnati, saved a large sum by an ingenious trick.
+He had twenty-eight thousand dollars on his person when the enemy
+entered the place, and immediately throwing off his citizen's garb, he
+attired himself in the cast-off gauntlets of a private soldier,
+entered the Magnolia House, employed as a hospital, and, throwing
+himself upon a bed, assumed to be exceedingly and helplessly sick,
+while the foe remained. As soon as the rebels had departed, he became
+suddenly and vigorously healthy, and walked into the street to
+denounce the traitors. He declared his eleven hours' sickness caused
+him less pain, and saved him more money than any illness he ever
+before endured. D. W. Fairchild, also of the Queen City, in addition
+to losing fifty bales of cotton, was robbed of his pocket-book,
+containing forty-five dollars, in the following manner: When
+captured, he was taken before General Jackson, popularly known as
+"Billy Jackson," considered a high representative of chivalry and
+soldiership in this benighted quarter of the globe. Jackson inquired
+of Fairchild, in a rough way, if he had any money with him? To which
+the party addressed answered, he had a trifling sum, barely sufficient
+to pay his expenses to the North. "Hand it over, you d----d nigger
+thief," roared the high-toned general, who, as soon as the
+porte-monnaie was produced, seized it, thrust it into his pocket, and
+rode off with a self-satisfied chuckle. What a noble specimen of
+chivalry is this Jackson! He has many kindred spirits in the South,
+where vulgar ruffians are apotheosized, who would, at an earlier time,
+have been sent to the pillory. "Sixteen-string Jack," and all that
+delectable fraternity, whose lives bloom so fragrantly in the pages of
+the saffron-hued literature of the day, would have spat in the faces
+of such fellows as Jackson, had they dared to claim the acquaintance
+of persons so much their superiors.
+
+When the rebels were playing the part of incendiaries in town, they
+set fire to the building containing a great quantity of our
+ammunition, shells, etc. The consequence was a tremendous explosion,
+which broke half the windows, and many of the frames, in town, rattled
+down ceilings, unsettled foundations, and spread general dismay. Women
+and children screamed, and rushed like maniacs into the streets, and
+fell fainting with terror there. For several hours the shells
+continued to burst, and, I have heard, two or three children were
+killed with fragments of the projectiles. Two days after, I saw
+families suffering from hysterics on account of excessive fright, and
+several seemed to have become quite crazed therefrom.
+
+
+TROUBLES OF A REPORTER.
+
+One morning, hearing that John Morgan was at Elizabethtown, Ky., I
+determined to go as near as possible, and find out the condition of
+things, and see the fight that was in expectancy. Proceeding as far as
+I could by rail, I hired a carriage and horses, hoping to reach
+Munfordville in time for a big item.
+
+I had proceeded some five miles when a party of eight men, whom I at
+once determined were guerrillas, rode hastily to the carriage, and
+demanded my credentials. I exhibited a free pass over the Ohio and
+Mississippi Railroad, four Provost-Marshal's passes, a permission to
+leave the State of Ohio, also one to leave Kentucky, and a ten-cent
+Nashville bill. I was afraid to show them my letter from General
+Starbuck, of the _Daily Times_.
+
+After looking at them awhile, they were passed round to the balance of
+the fiendish-looking rascals, and I was kept in terrible suspense ten
+minutes longer.
+
+I tried to get off several of my well-authenticated bad jokes, but I
+choked in the utterance, and my smile was no doubt a sardonic grin. I
+wiped the perspiration from my brow so frequently that one of the most
+intellectual of the "brutes" relieved the monotony of the occasion by
+observing that it was a very hot day, to which I acquiesced, feeling
+quite glad to have a guerrilla speak to a prisoner.
+
+The countryman who had driven me thus far was speechless. He thought
+of his carriage and horses, and visions of their being immediately
+possessed by Morgan or Forrest had rendered him powerless. After a few
+questions as to where we left the train, and as to the number of
+passengers on board, the citizen cavalry, or Union guards, as they
+proved to be, told us we might proceed, that we were all right, but to
+be very careful, as Forrest was reported near that region; they hardly
+thought it safe to attempt to get to Green River.
+
+This brewed fresh trouble to me, the owner of the horses and carriage
+refusing positively to proceed on the journey. In vain I expostulated,
+telling him I would pay for his horses out of the _sinking fund_ of
+the _Times_ office, in case of their loss. It was no go, and I was
+compelled to retreat. I felt very much like building some
+fortifications in the woods, and making a stand, but, remembering the
+saying, "Discretion is the better part of valor," retreated, and fell
+back upon the National Hotel, in Louisville, with all the luxuries
+prepared by Charley Metcalf, Major Harrow, and Colonel Myers.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXX.
+
+     A Reporter's Idea of Mules -- Letter from Kentucky --
+     Chaplain Gaddis Turns Fireman -- Gaddis and the Secesh
+     Grass-Widow.
+
+
+A REPORTER'S IDEA OF MULES.
+
+Junius Browne, describing a mule and his antics, says: "Now, be it
+known, I never had any faith in, though possessed of abundant
+commiseration for, a mule. I always sympathized with Sterne in his
+sentimental reverie over a dead ass, but for a living one, I could
+never elevate my feeling of pity either into love or admiration. The
+mule in question, however, seemed to be possessed of gentle and kindly
+qualifications. He appeared to have reached that degree of culture
+that disarms viciousness and softens stubbornness into tractability. I
+believed the sober-looking animal devoid of tricks peculiar to his
+kind, such as attempting to run up dead walls in cities, and climb
+trees in the country, mistaking himself for a perpetual motion, and
+trying to kick Time through the front window of Eternity. I was
+deceived in the docile-looking brute. He secured me as his rider by
+false pretenses. He won my confidence, and betrayed it shamefully.
+That he was a good mule, in some respects, I'll willingly testify; but
+in others, he was deeply depraved. He exhibited a disposition
+undreamed of by me, unknown before in the brothers and sisters of his
+numerous family. In brief, he was a sectarian mule; a bigot that held
+narrow views on the subject of religion; believed Hebrew the
+vernacular of the devil, and regarded the Passover with malevolent
+eyes. Confound such a creature, there was no hope for him! Who could
+expect to free him from his prejudices? He hated Moses for his fate,
+and Rebekkah for her forms of worship. He was insane on Judaism. He
+was a monomaniacal Gentile. Who could make out a mental diagnosis, or
+anticipate the conduct of a mule afflicted with religious lunacy? Well
+for your correspondent had he discovered beforehand the bias of the
+brute, or suspected he was a quadruped zealot! Much might have been
+saved to him, and more to a number of unoffending gentlemen from
+church, as the sequel of my 'o'er true tale' will prove.
+
+"The train got off about eight o'clock, on a cloudy, rainy, muddy,
+suicidal morning, and the material that composed it was worthy of
+illustration by Cruikshank. The procession was singularly varied, and
+supremely bizarre. There were the army-wagons, with sick and wounded
+soldiers, lumbering heavily along; the paroled prisoners wading
+through the mire; cotton-buyers, on foot and on horseback; members of
+the twelve tribes of Israel, with all possible modes of conveyance--in
+broken buggies, in dilapidated coaches, on bare-boned Rosinantes, on
+superannuated oxen, with fragmentary reins, rope reins, and no reins;
+spurring, swearing, hallooing, and gesticulating toward Memphis, in
+mortal terror lest the rebels would capture them again, and some of
+their hard-earned gains. Pauvre Juils! They would have excited the
+pity of a pawnbroker, if he had not known them, so frightened and
+anxious and disconsolate they looked. They could not have appeared
+more miserable if they had just learned that a brass watch they had
+sold for silver had turned out gold. The mule trotted along briskly
+and quietly enough until he beheld the grotesque vision of the
+heterogeneously-mounted Israelites. Then he displayed most
+extraordinary conduct. He pawed, he hawed, he kicked, all the while
+glancing at the sons of Jerusalem, and braying louder and more
+discordant every moment. I could not understand the mule's
+idiosyncrasies. Possibly, I thought, the doctrine of the
+metempsychosis may be true, and this brute, in the early stages of its
+development, once have been in love. He has a fit on him now, I
+fancied--he is once more possessed of a petticoat. Why not? If love
+converts men into asses, why should not asses, in their maddest
+moments, act like men in love? The mule's ire was culminating. I dug
+my spurs into his side. Vain effort! He was bent on mischief, and
+malignant against the persecuted race. If he had been in the House of
+Commons, (and many of his brethren are there,) I know he never would
+have voted for the admission of Jews into the English Parliament.
+Before I could anticipate his movement, he rushed at several
+pedestrian Hebrews and kicked the wind out of their stomachs and three
+pairs of green spectacles from their noses. While endeavoring to
+recover their glasses, the mule knocked their hats off with his hoofs,
+and impaired the perfect semicircle of their proboscis, thus imitating
+the rebels--by destroying their bridges totally. The infuriated brute
+then ran for an old buggy, and, by supreme perseverance, kicked it
+over, and its two Hebrew occupants, into the road, where they fell,
+head-foremost, into the mire, growling profanely, like tigers that
+have learned German imperfectly, and were trying to swear, in choice
+Teutonic, about the peculiar qualities of Limburger cheese. In their
+sudden subversion, the Israelites dropped three fine watches out of
+their pockets, and the mule, with an unprecedented voracity, and
+determined on having a good time, ate the chronometers without any
+apparent detriment to digestion. The owners of the watches were
+frenzied. They glanced at my beast, and were about to devour him,
+hoping thereby to get the timepieces back. They did not violate the
+third commandment. They could not. They were too mad. They merely
+hissed rage, like a boiling tea-kettle, and grew purple in the face,
+and spun round in the road, from the excess of their wrath. Your
+correspondent was alarmed. He feared the mule would devour the Hebrews
+themselves, and he knew, if that were done, the animal would explode,
+and said animal had not been paid for. No time was given for
+reflection. Off ran the mule again, and made a pedal attack on a small
+Hebrew with a huge nasal organ, seated on top of a decayed coach,
+drawn by a horse, a cow, and three negroes. The quadruped made a
+herculean effort to kick the diminutive Shylock from his seat, but all
+in vain. The altitude was too great, and, in the midst of his
+exertions, he kicked himself off his feet, and fell over into a
+gulley, in which he alighted and stood on his head, as if he had been
+trained in a circus. The position was admirable, and so worthy of
+imitation that I stood on my head also, in two feet of mire, and
+beckoned with my boots for some passing pedestrians to come and pull
+me out, as they would a radish from a kitchen-garden. The mule resumed
+his normal position speedily, and went off in his well-sustained
+character of a Jew-hunter. I was less fortunate. Three teamsters drew
+my boots from my feet, and tears from my eyes, before they could
+extricate me. And when I was removed from _terra firma_, I resembled a
+hickory stump dragged out by the roots, or a large cat-fish that had
+left his native element, and, seized with a fit of science, had
+endeavored to convert himself into a screw of the Artesian well.
+Placed feet downward on the ground again, I could not thank my
+deliverers or swear at the mule. I was dumb with astonishment and the
+mud, having swallowed eighteen ounces avoirdupois weight of the sacred
+soil of Mississippi while endeavoring to express my admiration of the
+performance of the mule. When I had removed the mire from my optics,
+in which cotton-seed would have grown freely, I beheld the mule in the
+dim distance. I could not see the brute plainly, but I could determine
+his course by the frequent falling of a human figure along the road. I
+knew the figures were those of his enemies, the much-abused
+Hebrews--that he was still wreaking his vengeance on the
+representatives of Israel--that he was fulfilling the unfortunate
+destiny of a misguided and merciless mule. Strange animal! Had the
+honest tradesman ever sold his grandfather a bogus watch? or
+inveigled his innocent sire into the mysterious precincts of a
+mock-auction? Alas! history does not record, and intuition will not
+reveal.
+
+"My narrative is over. I did not go to Memphis. I returned, limping,
+to town, mentally ejaculating, like many adventurous gentlemen who,
+before me, have recklessly attempted to ride the peculiar beast,
+'D----n a mule, any how!'"
+
+
+LETTERS FROM KENTUCKY.
+
+Early in September, 1862, I was sent by General Starbuck & Co.,
+proprietors of the Cincinnati _Daily Times_, to reconnoiter in
+Kentucky. My first stop was a very pleasant one--at the Galt House,
+Louisville. From that place I wrote incident after incident concerning
+the most inhuman barbarity that had been enacted by citizen guerrillas
+and butternut soldiers. Louisville was in a foment of excitement, and
+if the rebels had only possessed the dash, there was scarce a day but
+they could have made a foray upon the "Galt," and captured from forty
+to fifty nice-looking officers, from brigadier-generals down to
+lieutenants.
+
+It was supposed the Government could spare them; else why were they in
+the North, when they should have been in the South?
+
+While there, I met Lieutenant Thomas S. Pennington, of Columbus, Ohio,
+a gentleman of intelligence, who told me HE SAW CITIZENS OF RICHMOND
+(Kentucky) who had pretended to be FRIENDLY WITH OUR MEN, SHOOT THEM
+DOWN AS THEY WERE RETREATING THROUGH THEIR STREETS. G. W. Baker, the
+regimental blacksmith of the 71st Indiana, who resides in Terre
+Haute, was in the city in charge of a number of horses left in
+Richmond. As our boys, worn-out and unarmed, retreated through the
+place, Mr. Baker says the men fired from their windows and doors. J.
+C. Haton, of Point Commerce, Indiana, also corroborates this fiendish
+piece of work upon the very men who had for days stood guard over
+their private property. All agree that more of our men were killed by
+these incarnate fiends in citizens' clothing than by the secesh in
+uniforms. Many of the pretended friendly citizens went out (says
+Lieutenant Pennington) to aid us, and then treacherously picked off
+our officers. Colonel Topkins, of the 71st Indiana, died nobly,
+leading his men, who, although undisciplined, stood bravely by their
+gallant colonel while there was a shadow of hope. Twice was his horse
+shot beneath him; and mounting the third horse, he received two
+bullets. A number of his boys hastily gathered around him. His last
+words were: "Boys, did I do my duty?" With tears coursing their manly
+cheeks, they replied: "You did, Colonel." "Then," said he, "I DIE
+HAPPY." Major Concklin, of the 71st, whom I reported wounded, died
+shortly afterward. Coming from Shelbyville, I passed more than one
+hundred wagons, all heavily loaded with the wreck of the late battles,
+many of the wounded being brought to this city.
+
+
+CHAPLAIN GADDIS AND THE 2d OHIO.
+
+Charley Bunker, in writing from the 2d Ohio, says: "This is the
+Sabbath, which, under present circumstances, can only be known by the
+neat appearance of the boys, in their shiny boots and clean, boiled
+shirts, as they make their early morning entrée for company inspection
+of arms and accouterments, after which, all is dullness and vacuity.
+There is a sensible void, apparent to all, requiring something to
+remove the depressing dullness now surrounding them; and that
+something is to be found only in the presence of an accommodating and
+pleasing chaplain. Being to-day in the camp of the 2d Ohio Regiment, I
+observed this lack of a clerical adviser, in the absence of Brother M.
+P. Gaddis, the pleasing and affable chaplain of this gallant band of
+patriots. Brother Gaddis, being naturally of a pleasing and
+accommodating disposition, has won the confidence and favor of his
+entire command, and is an ever-welcome guest wherever he may chance to
+offer his presence. But one instance can be recorded wherein the
+parson has met with refusal of friendship and favor--and this can be
+credited to nothing but the present distracted condition of our
+unfortunate country. But, even in this instance, the kind and
+accommodating nature of the chaplain was fully manifested; forgetting
+all party or political prejudices, he viewed all the circumstances
+with a happy mind and Christian heart. The following are the
+circumstances of the above-mentioned case: On the first advance of the
+national army from Louisville toward the land of Dixie, a portion of
+our forces marched along the turnpike, passing in their route the
+time-noted tavern-stand, distant some twenty miles north of Bowling
+Green, and known to all travelers as "Ball's Tavern." On the evening
+of the arrival of the forces under the immediate command of General
+Mitchel, at this place, one of the buildings attached to the premises
+accidently caught fire."
+
+
+CHAPLAIN GADDIS TURNS FIREMAN.
+
+The 2d Ohio Regiment being encamped near the premises, and observing
+the flames bursting from the roof of the building, Brother Gaddis,
+with a number of others, instantly made their way to the building to
+save the entire property from destruction. Entering the building, they
+made their way to the top of the house, where the fire was then
+raging, and commenced tearing away the wood-work near the devouring
+element. No water being convenient, they were obliged to resort to the
+snow as a substitute, which, at that time, covered the ground, to
+subdue the flames. Having partially succeeded in checking the raging
+of the fire, a small aperture was made in the roof of the building,
+and Dave Thomas, the sutler of the 2d Ohio, being the smallest one of
+the party, was thrust through the hole in the roof, and made a
+desperate onslaught upon the fire, while Brother Gaddis continued to
+hand up the snow in hats and caps to the daring firemen on the roof,
+until the fire was entirely extinguished. The following day Brother
+Gaddis, knowing the former reputation of the tavern, and, as is
+natural with all clerical exponents, preferring _fried chicken to hog
+meat_, and warm rolls to hard crackers, wended his way to the tavern,
+with a craving appetite, and the full expectation of a kind welcome
+and an agreeable entertainment.
+
+Before proceeding further, I must here state that, attached to these
+premises, is a noted subterranean recess, which has ever been the
+attraction of all travelers who have chanced to pass over this
+frequented thoroughfare, and is known as the "Diamond Cave."
+
+
+GADDIS AND THE SECESH GRASS-WIDOW.
+
+Entering the dwelling, Brother Gaddis sought the landlady, Mrs.
+Proctor, or the late widow Bell, but now the wife of a Proctor, who,
+by-the-by, is at present to be found in the ranks of the rebel army,
+the madam's entire sympathies leading in the same direction.
+Addressing the landlady in his usual winning manner, Brother Gaddis
+requested the privilege of remaining as a guest of the house, and
+enjoying the luxuries of her well-stored larder and the comforts of
+her well-furnished rooms. What was the surprise of the chaplain to
+find in the landlady a real she-devil in politics, and utterly
+inexorable to all appeals to her charity and hospitality. In her
+remarks, she observed that "He was on the wrong side of the fence;
+that she had entertained, the day before the arrival of the Union
+troops, a company of three hundred gentlemen, (referring to that
+number of rebel cavalry,) and that they had treated her like a lady,
+and paid her for what they had received"--(_in Confederate scrip_). In
+reply, Brother Gaddis, not wishing to be deprived of her coveted
+entertainment, inquired "What was the difference which side of the
+fence he was on, so that he conducted himself with propriety, and paid
+her for her trouble?" asking if his money was not as good as that of
+those of whom she spoke. She answered, "No!" and positively refused to
+entertain any of the "hated Yankees" in her house.
+
+
+"TURCHIN'S GOT YOUR MULE."
+
+           A planter came to camp one day,
+             His niggers for to find;
+           His mules had also gone astray,
+             And stock of every kind.
+           The planter tried to get them back,
+             And thus was made a fool,
+           For every one he met in camp
+             Cried, "Mister, here's your mule."
+  CHORUS.--Go back, go back, go back, old scamp,
+             And don't be made a fool;
+           Your niggers they are all in camp,
+             And Turchin's got your mule.
+
+           His corn and horses all were gone
+             Within a day or two.
+           Again he went to Colonel Long,
+             To see what he could do.
+           "I can not change what I have done,
+             And won't be made a fool,"
+           Was all the answer he could get,
+             The owner of the mule.
+  CHORUS.--Go back, go back, go back, old scamp,
+             And don't be made a fool;
+           Your niggers they are all in camp,
+             And Turchin's got your mule.
+
+           And thus from place to place we go,
+             The song is e'er the same;
+           'Tis not as once it used to be,
+             For Morgan's lost his name.
+           He went up North, and there he stays,
+             With stricken face, the fool;
+           In Cincinnati now he cries,
+             "My kingdom for a mule."
+  CHORUS.--Go back, go back, etc.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXI.
+
+     A Visit to the 1st East Tennessee Cavalry -- A Proposed
+     Sermon -- Its Interruption -- How ye Preacher is Bamboozled
+     out of $15 and a Gold Watch -- Cavalry on the Brain -- Old
+     Stonnicker Drummed out of Camp -- Now and Then.
+
+
+A VISIT TO THE 1st EAST TENNESSEE CAVALRY.
+
+The cavalry had been kept very busy during the months of March and
+April; the picket-duty was arduous and severe, but the East Tennessee
+soldiers stood up to the rack manfully. I had been with them on nearly
+all their expeditions; shared their toils and dangers, until I felt I
+was a part and parcel of their "institution." Colonel Johnson, at this
+time, was in Nashville, raising a brigade; the command of the
+regiment, therefore, devolved upon Colonel Brownlow.
+
+The Colonel had frequently invited me over to the camp, but other
+engagements had as frequently deterred me from accepting the
+invitation.
+
+I was seated, one beautiful afternoon, in the tent of Doctor Charles
+Wright, of the 35th Ohio, conversing with Colonel Brownlow, when Major
+Tracy, of the Tennessee regiment, with two or three others, agreed
+that "now was the appointed time." A horse was proffered me by John
+Leiter, Esq., and I proceeded forthwith to the head-quarters of the
+renowned East Tennesseeans. Arriving there, the Major requested that I
+would entertain the boys, who, as well as they knew me personally, did
+not know me _facially_--did not know the "power of facial expression."
+
+Major Tracy ordered the assembly-call sounded, which was done, and, in
+a short time, five or six hundred men were congregated in front of
+head-quarters, and as those in the rear could not have a good view of
+the speaker, the Major ordered the front rank to kneel, or squat. The
+boys had been told that Alf was going to give them some "fun;" that
+Alf was to amuse them for awhile.
+
+During the congregating of the crowd, I was in the tent--the audience
+in waiting. Major T. went to the front and announced that the REV.
+EBENEZER SLABSIDES, from Middle Tennessee, would address the
+congregation. A table was placed, and I had taken a "_posish_," with
+spectacles mounted on my nose, when, just as I had commenced the
+discourse, by saying: "MY BELOVED BRETHERING," I heard a strange voice
+say:
+
+"We didn't come to hear no sermon--we come to hear Alf. Put that
+fellow out!"
+
+Another voice said: "That's a burlesque on our parson."
+
+Still I went on, thinking all would be quiet. Presently a big, tall E.
+T. C. fellow shouted "Move him, move him!" and shouts of "Alf! where's
+Alf?" resounded all over. Here I tried to divest myself of my
+spectacles, but they stuck, and before I could identify myself to the
+crowd as to who I was, I received a _knock-down_ argument.
+
+I changed my base of operations, and retreated to the Major's tent.
+Here two stalwart fellows laid violent hands upon me, and each one
+getting hold, tried to pull me _through the tent-pole_. Seeing a fine
+opportunity for a strategical maneuver, I succeeded in planting a
+heavy blow on the proboscis of one of my tormentors, which bedizzened
+his vision. Again I changed my base, and got to another tent. By this
+time the camp was wild; a few, who knew me, were taking my part; blows
+fell thick and fast, but I succeeded in guarding my head. I had no
+relish for cavalry on the brain just then. During the melée they
+robbed me of a watch and about fifteen dollars in money. "_But they
+can't do it again! Hallelujah!_"
+
+The news of my _defeat_ spread like wild-fire over the camp before
+tatoo; the entire division were talking of it, and serious
+consequences were feared; the cavalry soldiers did not dare show
+themselves near the 2d Minnesota for several days, I being quite a
+favorite with those boys, and that being my home for the time. The
+most exaggerated stories were told of the affair.
+
+In a few days all was quiet on the Harpeth, and again I was with the
+boys, who all made the most ample apologies, and expressed sorrow for
+what had occurred.
+
+Colonel Brownlow called upon me the next day, in condolence, renewing
+the invitation, but the remembrance of my former reception deterred me
+from making the journey. Some weeks after the occurrence, I was
+commissioned by the proprietors of the Cincinnati _Commercial_ to
+proceed to Murfreesboro as their "Special," and telegraphed to General
+Garfield for the requisite permission. Judge of my surprise upon
+receiving the following dispatch from General Garfield:
+
+
+                              Head-quarters Army of the Cumberland,
+                              Murfreesboro, _May 10, 1863_.
+
+     Alf Burnett--_Sir_: The commanding General has heard of the
+     occurrence at Triune, and refuses you permission to come to
+     Murfreesboro.
+
+                                        J. A. GARFIELD,
+                         _Brigadier-General and Chief of Staff_.
+
+
+I immediately dispatched a batch of letters from prominent Generals;
+also sent forward several fine introductory letters that I held,
+addressed to General Rosecrans and General Garfield. A regular
+diplomatic correspondence was opened, and, after hearing the evidence,
+I received a telegram to this effect:
+
+
+     Alf Burnett--Report forthwith at these Head-quarters.
+
+                                        J. A. GARFIELD.
+
+                         By order of Major-General Rosecrans.
+
+
+I arrived at Murfreesboro the following day, but did not "_report_,"
+for I felt somewhat chagrined at the General's crediting the stories
+that he had heard. The succeeding day, however, I met General Alex
+McCook, and his brother, the gallant Colonel Dan McCook, who told me
+that the General wanted to see me immediately; that the greatest
+anxiety was felt at head-quarters for my appearance; that I had been
+the subject of conversation for an hour past. I immediately dismounted
+and walked into the house, presenting my card to an orderly, and, in a
+moment, General Garfield came to the door with a cordial welcome and
+a hearty laugh, took me by the hand and introduced the "Preacher from
+Hepsidam" to Major-General Rosecrans. When this was done, another
+outburst of laughter was the result.
+
+Major-General Turchin, Major-General Thomas, and the staffs of those
+heroes were present. General Garfield and "Old Rosey" formed the party
+whom I was apprised were a court-martial now duly convened to try the
+"Preacher from Hepsidam." General R. asking me if I was ready for
+trial, I told him I was, if he had a pair of spectacles in the "court"
+room. So he called the court to order, sent for a few of his staff,
+who were absent, and requested General Garfield to get me a pair of
+spectacles from an adjoining room. General Rosecrans took advantage of
+General Garfield's absence to tell me that General Garfield had once
+been a "Hard-shell" Baptist preacher, and requested me, if I could, by
+any possibility, "bring him in," to do so. The sermon was given, and,
+afterward, the "DEBATE BETWEEN SLABSIDES AND GARROTTE," together with
+other pieces. At the conclusion of the "trial," the court unanimously
+resolved that I should not only be honorably acquitted of all charges,
+but that I was henceforth to be allowed the freedom of the Army of the
+Cumberland. "And," said the General, "in explanation of my dispatch to
+you, refusing you permission to come here, some one told me you were
+giving a mock-religious sermon which so disgusted the religious
+sensibilities of the E. T. C. that they mobbed you; and I thought if
+you could do any thing to shock their feelings, you must be a devil
+with '_four horns_;' but, with such a face as you make, no wonder they
+were deceived."
+
+
+OLD STONNICKER DRUMMED OUT OF CAMP.
+
+The illustration of this scene will be recognized by thousands of our
+soldier-boys who were occupiers of Virginia soil, upon the banks of
+the Elkwater, for some months during the summer and fall of 1861. Old
+Stonnicker's was a name familiar as a household word, and many were
+the pranks played upon the poor old man. Ignorant, beyond description,
+he yet had twice been a "justice" of the peace, and, as he said, "sot
+on the bench."
+
+The scene illustrated is where Stonnicker was arrested by a "special
+order" from the 6th Ohio, and tried by an impromptu court-martial, for
+selling liquor to soldiers. The mock-trial took place amid the most
+grotesque queries and absurd improvised telegraph dispatches--the
+hand-writing of the telegraphic dispatches being sworn to as that of
+the individuals from whom they were just received, the oath being, "As
+they solemnly _hoped for the success of the Southern Confederacy_."
+The poor wretch had actually been detected in selling, contrary to
+express orders, liquor to soldiers. He employed counsel, but,
+notwithstanding all they could do, he was sentenced, by Major
+Christopher, to die. He received his sentence with moanings and
+anguish; he was too frightened to notice the smiles or laughter of the
+crowd. He got on his knees and begged for mercy, and, after an hour of
+suspense, the Court relented, and commuted the sentence to being
+drummed out of camp. It is at this juncture the artist has seized the
+occasion to illustrate the scene.
+
+Stonnicker is a by-word to all the boys of Elkwater notoriety to this
+day, and was, at one time, "_a password_" at Louisville.
+
+Poor Stonnicker is dead. In trying, last fall, to ford that mad
+torrent, Elkwater, during a storm, he was swept from his horse and
+drowned.
+
+Andy Hall, Ned Shoemaker, Doctor Ames, and other notables of the
+"times that tried men's _soles_," were the recipients of the
+hospitality of another of the family of Stonnickers, who lived up a
+"ravine" about a mile nearer Huttonsville. Doctor Ames had musk upon
+his handkerchief, which the young lady, (?) Miss Delilah Stonnicker,
+noticing, as she waited upon the Doctor at the supper-table,
+exclaimed: "'Lor', Doctor, how your _hankercher_ stinks!"
+
+"Does it?" said the Doctor, coloring up to his very eyes, roars of
+laughter proceeding from all present.
+
+"Yaas; it stinks just like a skunk."
+
+"Why, Miss Delilah, do you have skunks out here?" inquired the Doctor.
+
+"_Yaas, lots on 'em up the gut out thar._"
+
+
+NOW AND THEN.
+
+Written by Enos B. REED,
+
+And Recited by Mr. Alf BURNETT, at the Benefit of the Ladies'
+Soldiers' Aid Society of Cincinnati, Saturday Evening, January 31st,
+1863.
+
+    In other days, as it has oft been told
+    By those who sleep beneath the grave's dank mold,
+    In this, our loved, but now distracted land,
+    Men dwelt together as a household band;
+    Brothers they were, but not alone in name,
+    Sons of Columbia and Columbia's fame--
+    They loved the land, the fairest 'neath the sun,
+    Home of the brave--the land of Washington!
+
+    Peaceful the rivers as they flowed along
+    The plenteous fields, where swelled the harvest song;
+    Peaceful the mountains, as they reared on high
+    Their snow-capped peaks unto the azure sky--
+    Peaceful the valleys, where contentment smiled,
+    Blessing alike the parent and the child--
+    Peaceful the hearts which owned a country blest,
+    And owned their God, who gave them peace and rest!
+
+    The happy matron and the joyous maid
+    Alike were blest--the unknown traveler stayed
+    His weary limbs beneath their roof-tree's shade,
+    While home from toil the husbandman returned,
+    His honest hands the honest pittance earned,
+    Willing to share his humble meal with one
+    Whether from Winter's snows or Southern sun.
+
+    No North--no South, in those the better days--
+    Our starry flag o'er all--its genial rays
+    Glistened amid New England's dreary snows,
+    Or shone as proudly where the south wind blows:
+    One flag, one nation, and one God we claimed,
+    And traitors' lips had never yet defamed
+    The land for which our fathers fought and bled--
+    Hallowed by graves of honored patriot-dead!
+
+    Fruitful the earth, and fair the skies above;
+    The days were blissful, and the nights were love;
+    We were at peace--our land and freedom gained--
+    Our fair escutcheon with no blot e'er stained--
+    But all did honor to the fair young State
+    Who made herself both glorious and great;
+    Our Eagle--emblem of the happy free--
+    Was free to soar o'er foreign land or sea!
+
+    But darkness came, and settled like a pall
+    Funereal, on our hearts; o'er one and all
+    It cast its blighting, withering wing,
+    A horrid, shapeless, and revolting thing--
+    While dove-eyed Peace bowed down its gentle head
+    And wept for those, though living, worse than dead;
+    And blood, like rivers, flowed from hill to plain
+    'Till land and sea knew not their ghastly slain.
+
+    The Northern snows incarnadined with gore--
+    The Southern vales with blood, like wine, ran o'er--
+    The battle raging in the morning sun,
+    At night, the warfare scarcely yet begun--
+    The sire, in arms to meet his foeman-son,
+    Brother, to seek his brother in the strife,
+    Rushed madly on--demanding life for life!
+    And children, orphans made--and worse than widowed, wife!
+
+    And this the land which erst our fathers blest,
+    Favored of Heaven--the pilgrim's hope of rest--
+    Now cursed by traitors, who with impious hands
+    Have dared to sunder our once-hallowed bands--
+    Have dared to poison with their ven'mous breath
+    All that was fair--and raise the flag of death;
+    Have dared to blight the country of their birth,
+    Striving her name to banish from the earth!
+
+    God of our fathers! where your lightnings now,
+    To blind their vision, and their hearts to bow?
+    Traitors to all that manhood holds most dear,
+    Without remorse, with neither hope nor fear,
+    They trail our starry banner in the dust,
+    And flaunt their own base emblem in the gust;
+    Like the arch-fiend, who from a Heaven once fell,
+    They'd pull us down to their own fearful hell!
+
+    A boon! O God! a boon from thee we crave--
+    Shine on this gloomy darkness of the grave;
+    Stretch forth thine arm, and let the waves be still,
+    And Union triumph, as it must and will.
+    God of our Fathers! guide our arms aright,
+    Be near and with us in the deadly fight;
+    Columbia's banner may we still uphold,
+    And keep each star bright in its azure fold.
+
+    We mourn for those who sleep beneath the wave,
+    Or on the land have found a soldier's grave;
+    Each heart will be an altar to their fame,
+    And ever sacred kept each glorious name.
+    We'll honor those who nobly fought and bled,
+    And fighting fell, where freedom's banner led;
+    Each soldier-son, we'll welcome to our arms,
+    When strife has ceased its din and dread alarms!
+
+    Our soldiers, home returning from the wars,
+    Our dames shall nourish--honored scars
+    Shall mark them heroes, and they live to tell
+    How once they battled--battled brave and well--
+    For home and country--mountain, plain, and dell--
+    And how the nation like a phenix rose
+    From out its ashes, spite of fiendish foes;
+    Then once again Columbia shall be blest--
+    Home of the free, and land for the oppressed!
+
+[Illustration: The preacher from Hepsidam. See page 308.]
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXII.
+
+     An Incident of the 5th O. V. I. -- How to Avoid the Draft --
+     Keep the Soldiers' Letters -- New Use of Blood-hounds --
+     Proposition to Hang the Dutch Soldiers -- Stolen Stars.
+
+
+AN INCIDENT OF THE 5th O. V. I.
+
+There is no regiment in the service that has won more enviable renown
+than the glorious old 5th; and, although I have met them but twice in
+my peregrinations, I can not let them go unnoticed in this volume.
+Many of the boys I knew intimately--none better than young Jacobs, who
+was killed near Fredericksburg, Virginia. A writer in the Cincinnati
+_Commercial_, soon after his death, penned the following merited
+tribute to his memory:
+
+Noble deeds have been recorded, during the past two years, of the
+faithful in our armies, who have struggled amid carnage and blood to
+consecrate anew our altar of liberty--deeds which have stirred the
+slumbering fires of patriotism in ten thousand hearts, and revived the
+nation's hope. I can well conceive that it would be asking too much to
+record every merited deed of our brave officers and men; but, while
+too many have strayed from the ranks when their strong arms have been
+most needed, will you allow a passing tribute to the memory of one
+who was always at his post of duty?
+
+Henry G. Jacobs, a private in Company C, 5th Regiment O. V. I., who
+was killed in battle near Fredericksburg, Virginia, was the second son
+of E. Jacobs, Esq., of Walnut Hills. He enlisted in May, 1861, and
+had, consequently, been in the service two years. Since his regiment
+left Camp Dennison, he had never been absent from it a day until he
+fought his last battle. I need not speak of his deeds of personal
+bravery, for he belonged to a regiment of heroes. For unflinching
+courage on the field of battle, the 5th Ohio has few parallels and no
+superior. In that respect, the history of one is the history of all.
+In the battle of Winchester, Henry escaped with two ball-holes in his
+coat. In the battle of Port Republic, only one (a young man from
+Cincinnati) besides himself, of all his company who were in the
+action, escaped capture. They reached the mountains after being fired
+at several times, and, two days after, they arrived at their camp. At
+the battle of Cedar Mountain the stock of his gun was shattered in his
+hands by a rebel shot. He was in the battles of Antietam and South
+Mountain, and in over twenty considerable skirmishes.
+
+Last autumn, his sister wrote, urging him to ask for a furlough and
+visit home, if but for a few days. His answer was: "Our country needs
+every man at his post, and my place is here with my regiment till this
+rebellion is put down." No young man could be more devotedly attached
+to his home, yet he wrote, last winter: "I have never asked for a
+furlough since I have been in the service; but, if you think father's
+life is in danger from the surgical operation which is to be
+performed upon his arm, I will try to get home; for you do not know
+how deeply I share with you all in this affliction."
+
+His talents and education fitted him for what his friends considered a
+higher position than the one he occupied. Accordingly, application was
+made to the Governor to commission him as a lieutenant in one of the
+new regiments. In signing the application, Professor D. H. Allen, of
+Lane Seminary, prefaced his signature as follows: "I know no young man
+in the ranks who, in my opinion, is better qualified for an officer in
+the army than Henry C. Jacobs." In this opinion W. S. Scarborough,
+Esq., Colonel A. E. Jones, and many others who were personally
+acquainted with him, heartily concurred. Such encouragement was
+received from the Governor as led his sister to write, congratulating
+him upon the prospect of his appointment. His answer was: "I had
+rather be a private in the 5th Ohio than captain in any new regiment.
+In fact, I do not want a commission. When I enlisted, it was not for
+pay; I never expected to receive one dollar. I have fought in many
+battles, and served my country to the best of my ability; and I wish
+to remain in the position I now occupy till the war is over."
+
+It is not only to offer a tribute to the memory of Henry that I would
+intrude upon your readers, but, by presenting an example, encourage
+faithfulness and patriotic devotion to the cause of liberty. If any
+man, officer or private, has been more faithful, his be the higher
+monument in a grateful nation's heart when treason is no more. He
+shouldered his musket, and it was at his country's service every hour
+till it was laid down beside his bleeding, mangled body, on the banks
+of the Rappahannock. If my country ever forgets such heroes as these,
+her very name should perish forever. Young men whose hearts are not
+stirred within them to rush into the breach, avenge the fallen brave,
+and save their country, are making for themselves no enviable future.
+Who that calls himself a man will sit with folded arms and careless
+mien, under the shade of the tree of liberty, while the wild boar is
+whetting his tusks against its bark, and the gaunt stag rudely tears
+its branches? It was planted in tears and watered with blood; and if
+you do not protect it now, your names will perish.
+
+Henry had made two firm resolves: one was to keep out of the hospital,
+and the other was to keep out of the hands of the rebels. He would not
+be taken a prisoner, and, if die he must, he preferred the
+battle-field to the hospital. He has realized his wish, and though the
+bitterness of our anguish at his loss may only wear out with our
+lives, our country, in his death, has lost more than his kindred. We
+are making history for all time to come. Eternity will tell its own
+story of unending joy for those who have freely shed their blood to
+lay a firm foundation for the happiness of millions yet unborn.
+
+  "Give me the death of those
+    Who for their country die;
+  And O! be mine like their repose,
+    When cold and low they lie!
+
+  "Their loveliest Mother Earth
+    Entwines the fallen brave;
+  In her sweet lap who gave them birth
+    They find their tranquil grave."
+
+
+HOW TO AVOID THE DRAFT.
+
+During the troubles of raising men, a rough-looking customer,
+determined upon evasion, called upon the Military Commission, when the
+following colloquy ensued, the individual in question remarking:
+
+"Mr. Commissioner, I'm over forty-five."
+
+"How old _are_ you?"
+
+"I don't know how old I am; but I'm over _forty-five_."
+
+"In what year did you make your appearance on this mundane sphere?"
+
+"I don't know what you mean; but I'm over forty-five."
+
+"When were you born?"
+
+"I don't know; but I'm over forty-five."
+
+"How am I to know you are over age?"
+
+"I don't know and I don't care; but I'm over forty-five."
+
+"When were you forty-five?"
+
+"I don't know; but I know I'm over forty-five."
+
+"You must give me some proof that you are over age."
+
+"I've been in the country thirty-six years, and I'm over forty-five."
+
+"That does not prove that you are too old to be drafted."
+
+"I don't care; I know I'm over forty-five."
+
+"I shall not erase your name until you prove your age."
+
+"I tell you I've been in this country thirty-six years, and I went
+sparking before I came here, and I'm over forty-five."
+
+"Will you swear it?"
+
+"Yes, I'm over forty-five. D----d if I aint over forty-five."
+
+"Well, I will exempt you."
+
+"I don't care whether you do or not, for _I've got a wooden leg_."
+
+
+NEW USE OF BLOOD-HOUNDS.
+
+One fine summer's Sunday afternoon, as a steamboat was stopping at a
+landing on the Mississippi to take in wood, the passengers were
+surprised to see two or three young, athletic negroes perched upon a
+tree like monkeys, and about as many blood-hounds underneath, barking
+and yelping, and jumping up in vain endeavors to seize the frightened
+negroes. The overseer was standing by, encouraging the dogs, and
+several bystanders were looking on, enjoying the sport. It was only
+the owner of some blood-hounds training his dogs, and keeping them in
+practice, so as to be able to hunt down the runaways, who often
+secrete themselves in the woods. It was thought fine sport, and
+useful, too, in its way, ten years ago.
+
+But now the same hounds are being made use of, all through Alabama and
+Mississippi, and, we have no doubt, in other of the Southern States,
+to hunt down white men hiding in the woods to escape the fierce
+conscription act, which is now seizing about every man under sixty
+years of age able to carry a gun. Nor is this the worst. It is found
+that those camped out are supplied with food brought them by their
+children, who go out apparently to play in the woods, and then slip
+off and carry provisions to their fathers. To meet this exigency,
+blood-hounds are now employed to follow these little children on their
+pious errands, and the other day a beautiful little girl was thus
+chased and overtaken in the woods, and there torn in pieces, alone and
+unaided, by the trained blood-hounds of Jefferson Davis! Nor is this a
+solitary case. It appears that many white men, women, and children
+have thus been sacrificed, in order to carry out the conscription act
+in all its terrors.
+
+In a large number of cases, those who are thus hunted down are such as
+have in some way exhibited Union proclivities; for, although such have
+ceased to offer any opposition to the rebels, they do not like taking
+up arms against the flag of the Union, to which many of them have, in
+former days, sworn allegiance. These persons, and all suspected, are
+especially marked out as objects of the conscription and the
+blood-hound, be their ages and fighting qualities what they may. And
+these are the men hunted down with dogs, and their wives and their
+children, if they attempt to follow them. There are, however, many men
+not Unionists, and willing to contribute of their property to any
+amount to support the rebels, but now being drawn into the
+conscription, or, having tasted the desperate neglects of the rebel
+service, have deserted, and will not again take up arms. Their wives
+are ladies, most delicate and tender, and their children brought up
+with a refinement and delicacy of the most perfect character, until
+this war began. And these are the women that now have to wander alone
+in the woods, in search of their husbands and brothers and sons; and
+these are the little girls, who, going to carry food to their
+relatives, are liable at any moment to be overtaken by swift hounds,
+let loose and set upon their track by the agents of Jefferson Davis.
+
+It may be doubted if war itself, ever but once in the history of
+mankind, proved so disastrous to a people, by the hands of those
+engaged in carrying it on. Perhaps, in the final destruction of
+Jerusalem, there may have been scenes of greater and more fiendish
+cruelty by the factions of John and Simon destroying each other, while
+both were at war with the Romans. And what must be the state of the
+South, when a delicate woman, who would hardly set her feet on the
+ground for delicacy, and used to have servants to attend upon her
+every wish and want, is reduced to straits like these, and children
+are torn to pieces by the dogs of humble hunters after white flesh for
+Jefferson Davis's shambles!
+
+
+KEEP THE SOLDIERS' LETTERS.
+
+Mother, father, brother, sister, wife, sweetheart, keep that bundle
+sacredly! Each word will be historic, each line invaluable. When peace
+has restored the ravages of war, and our nation's grandeur has made
+this struggle the most memorable of those great conflicts by which
+ideas are rooted into society, these pen-pictures of the humblest
+events, the merest routine details of the life led in winning national
+unity and freedom, will be priceless. Not for the historian's sake
+alone, do I say, keep those letters, but for your sakes who receive
+them, and ours who write them. The next skirmish may stop our pulses
+forever, and our letters, full of love for you, will be our only
+legacy besides that of having died in a noble cause. And should we
+survive the war, with health and limb uninjured, or bowed with
+sickness or crippled with wounds, those letters will be dear mementoes
+to us of dangers past, of trials borne, of privations suffered, of
+comrades beloved. Keep our letters, then, and write to us all the home
+news and "gossip." Bid us Godspeed. Speak kindly, loving, courageous
+words to us. If you can't be Spartans--and we don't want you to be--be
+"lovers, countrymen, and friends." So shall our feet fall lighter, and
+our sabers heavier!
+
+
+PROPOSITION TO HANG THE DUTCH SOLDIERS.
+
+The following specimen of "chivalric" literature is copied from the
+Knoxville _Register_, of June 12, 1862:
+
+Of late, in all battles and in all recent incursions made by Federal
+cavalry, we have found the great mass of Northern soldiers to consist
+of Dutchmen. The plundering thieves captured by Forrest, who stole
+half the jewelry and watches in a dozen counties of Alabama, were
+immaculate Dutchmen. The national odor of Dutchmen, as distinctive of
+the race as that which, constantly ascending to heaven, has distended
+the nostrils of the negro, is as unmistakable as that peculiar to a
+polecat, an old pipe, or a lager-beer saloon. Crimes, thefts, and
+insults to the women of the South invariably mark the course of these
+stinking bodies of _sour-krout_. Rosecrans himself is an unmixed
+Dutchman, an accursed race which has overrun the vast districts of
+the country of the North-west.... It happens that we entertain a
+greater degree of respect for an Ethiopian in the ranks of the
+Northern armies, than for an odoriferous Dutchman, who can have no
+possible interest in this revolution.
+
+Why not hang every Dutchman captured? We will, hereafter, hang, shoot,
+or imprison for life all white men taken in the command of negroes,
+and enslave the negroes themselves. This is not too harsh. No human
+being will assert the contrary. Why, then, should we not hang a
+Dutchman, who deserves infinitely less of our sympathy than Sambo? The
+live masses of beer, krout, tobacco, and rotten cheese, which, on two
+legs and four (on foot and mounted), go prowling through the South,
+should be used to manure the sandy plains and barren hill-sides of
+Alabama, Tennessee, and Georgia.... Whenever a Dutch regiment adorns
+the limbs of a Southern forest, daring cavalry raids into the South
+shall cease.... President Davis need not be specially consulted; and
+if an accident of this sort should occur to a plundering band, like
+that captured by Forrest, we are not inclined to believe our President
+would be greatly dissatisfied.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"My young colored friend," said a benevolent chaplain to a contraband,
+"can you read?"
+
+"Yes, sah," was the reply.
+
+"Glad to hear it. Shall I give you a paper?"
+
+"Sartin, massa, if you please."
+
+"What paper would you choose?" asked the chaplain.
+
+"_If you chews_, I'll take a paper of terbacker."
+
+
+THE STOLEN STARS.
+
+     [At a dinner party, at which were present Major-General
+     Lewis Wallace, Thomas Buchanan Read, and James E. Murdoch, a
+     conversation sprung up respecting ballads for the soldiers.
+     The General maintained that hardly one had been written
+     suited for the camp. It was agreed that each of them should
+     write one. The following is that by General Wallace:]
+
+    When good old Father Washington
+      Was just about to die,
+    He called our Uncle Samuel
+      Unto his bedside nigh;
+    "This flag I give you, Sammy, dear,"
+      Said Washington, said he;
+    "Where e'er it floats, on land or wave,
+      My children shall be free."
+
+    And fine old Uncle Samuel
+      He took the flag from him,
+    And spread it on a long pine pole,
+      And prayed, and sung a hymn.
+    A pious man was Uncle Sam,
+      Back fifty years and more;
+    The flag should fly till Judgment-day,
+      So, by the Lord, he swore.
+
+    And well he kept that solemn oath;
+      He kept it well, and more:
+    The thirteen stars first on the flag
+      Soon grew to thirty-four;
+    And every star bespoke a State,
+      Each State an empire won.
+    No brighter were the stars of night
+      Than those of Washington.
+
+    Beneath that flag two brothers dwelt;
+      To both 't was very dear;
+    The name of one was Puritan,
+      The other Cavalier.
+    "Go, build ye towns," said Uncle Sam,
+      Unto those brothers dear;
+    "Build anywhere, for in the world
+      You've none but God to fear."
+
+    "I'll to the South," said Cavalier,
+      "I'll to the South," said he;
+    "I'll to the North," said Puritan,
+      "The North's the land for me."
+    Each took a flag, each left a tear
+      To good old Uncle Sam;
+    He kissed the boys, he kissed the flags,
+      And, doleful, sung a psalm.
+
+    And in a go-cart Puritan
+      His worldly goods did lay;
+    With wife and gun and dog and ax,
+      He, singing, went his way.
+    Of buckskin was his Sunday suit,
+      His wife wore linsey-jeans;
+    And fat they grew, like porpoises,
+      On hoe-cake, pork, and beans.
+
+    But Cavalier a Cockney was;
+      He talked French and Latin;
+    Every day he wore broadcloth,
+      While his wife wore satin.
+    He went off in a painted ship--
+      In glory he did go;
+    A thousand niggers up aloft,
+      A thousand down below.
+
+    The towns were built, as I've heard said;
+      Their likes were never seen;
+    They filled the North, they filled the South,
+      They filled the land between.
+    "The Lord be praised!" said Puritan;
+      "Bully!" said Cavalier;
+    "There's room and town-lots in the West,
+      If there isn't any here."
+
+    Out to the West they journeyed then,
+      And in a quarrel got;
+    One said 't was his, he knew it was,
+      The other said 't was not.
+    One drew a knife, a pistol t' other,
+      And dreadfully they swore;
+    From Northern lake to Southern gulf
+      Wild rang the wordy roar.
+
+    All the time good old Uncle Sam
+      Sat by his fireside near,
+    Smokin' of his kinnikinnick,
+      And drinkin' lager-beer.
+    He laughed and quaffed, and quaffed and laughed,
+      Nor thought it worth his while,
+    Until the storm in fury burst
+      On Sumter's sea-girt isle.
+
+    O'er the waves to the smoking fort,
+      When came the dewy dawn,
+    To see the flag he looked--and lo!
+      _Eleven stars were gone!_
+    "My pretty, pretty stars," he cried,
+      And down did roll a tear.
+    "I've got your stars, old Fogy Sam,
+      Ha, ha!" laughed Cavalier.
+
+    "I've got your stars in my watch-fob;
+      Come take them if you dare!"
+    And Uncle Sam he turned away,
+      Too full of wrath to swear.
+    "Let thunder all the drums!" he cried,
+      While swelled his soul, like Mars;
+    "A million Northern boys I'll get
+      To bring me home my stars."
+
+    And on his mare, stout Betsey Jane,
+      To Northside town he flew;
+    The dogs they barked, the bells did ring,
+      And countless bugles blew.
+    "My stolen stars!" cried Uncle Sam,
+      "My stolen stars!" cried he,
+    "A million soldiers I must have
+      To bring them back to me."
+
+    "Dry up your tears, good Uncle Sam;
+      Dry up!" said Puritan,
+    "We'll bring you home your stolen stars,
+      Or perish every man!"
+    And at the words a million rose,
+      All ready for the fray;
+    And columns formed, like rivers deep,
+      And Southward marched away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    And still old Uncle Samuel
+      Sits by his fireside near,
+    Smokin' of his kinnikinnick
+      And drinkin' lager-beer;
+    While there's a tremble in the earth,
+      A gleaming of the sky,
+    And the rivers stop to listen
+      As the million marches by.
+
+
+
+
+DEBATE
+
+between Rev. Ebenezer SLABSIDES and Honorable Felix GARROTTE,
+
+Delivered Before General ROSECRANS and the Society of the Toki.
+
+
+     The subject of discussion was--"WHO DESERVED THE GREATEST
+     PRAISE: MR. COLUMBUS, FOR DISCOVERING AMERICA, OR MR.
+     WASHINGTON, FOR DEFENDING IT AFTER IT WAS DISCOVERED?" The
+     two characters are personated by an instantaneous change of
+     feature.
+
+[The Honorable FELIX GARROTTE arose, and said:]
+
+Mr. President, and Gentlemen of this Lyceum:
+
+I suppose the whole country is aware that I take sides with Mr.
+Kerlumbus, and I hope, Mr. President, that I may be allowed to go a
+leetle into detail in regard to the history of my hero. I find, Mr.
+President, after a deal of research, that Mr. Kerlumbus was born in
+the year 1492, at Rome, a small town situated on the banks of the
+Nile, a small creek that takes its rise in the Alps, and flows in a
+south-westerly direction, and empties into the Gulf of Mexico.
+
+Mr. Kerlumbus's parents were poor; his father was a basket-maker, and,
+being in such low circumstances, was unable to give his only son that
+education which his talents and genius demanded. He therefore bound
+him out to a shepherd, who sot him to watchin' swine on the banks of
+the Nile; and it was thar, sir, by a cornstalk and rush-light fire, a
+readin' the history of Robinson Crusoe, that first inspired in his
+youthful breast the seeds of sympathy and ambition. Sympathy for what?
+Why, sir, to rescue that unfortunate hero, Mr. Crusoe, from his
+solitary and lone situation upon the island of Juan Fernandeze, and
+restore him to the bosom of his family in Germany. He accordingly made
+immediate application to Julius Cæsar for two canoes and a yawl, eight
+men, and provisions to last him a three-days' cruise; but, sir, he was
+indignantly refused. He was tuk up the next day and tried by a
+court-martial for treason, and sentenced to two months' banishment
+upon the island of Cuba--a small island situated in the Mediterranean
+Sea--which has lately been purchased by the Sons of Malta for Jeff
+Davis.
+
+But, sir, he was not to be intimidated by this harsh and cruel
+treatment. No, sir-ee; on the contrary, he was inspired with renewed
+zeal and energy; and I can put into the mouth of my hero the immortal
+words which Milton spoke to the Duke of Wellington, at the siege of
+Yorktown:
+
+  "Once more into the breach, dear friends!"
+
+Well, after the tarm of his banishment had expired, he returned to
+Rome, and he found that Cæsar had died again, and that Alexander the
+Great had succeeded him. Well, he made the same demand of Alexander
+that he made of Mr. Cæsar, but he met with a similar denial; but,
+finally, through the intermediation of Cleopatra, (that was Aleck's
+first wife,) he ultimately succeeded.
+
+It is unnecessary for me to go into a detail of his outfit and voyage.
+Suffice it to say, that, after having been tossed about upon waves
+that ran mountain-high, all his crew was lost, except himself and a
+small boy, and they were thrown upon the state of insensibility.
+
+Well, when he came-to, he rose up, in the majesty of his strength, and
+found he was upon an island; so he pulled out his red cotton bandana
+handkercher, tied it to a fish-pole, and rared the stake of Alexander,
+and took formal possession of the territory in his name, and he called
+it San Salvador; that was in honor of Cleopatra's eldest daughter.
+
+Well now, you see, Cleopatra was so well pleased with the honor
+conferred upon her daughter, that she migrated to this country for to
+settle; hence you see the long line of distinguished antecedents that
+she left here previously, and they are known as _pat_riots, from
+Cleo_patra_.
+
+Now, sir, having accomplished the great and paramount object of his
+life, he was ready for to die. The natives, therefore, for intrudin'
+upon their sile, tuk him prisoner, stripped him of his hunting-shirt
+and other clothing, tarred and feathered him, and rid him on a rail!
+Thus perished that truly great and good man, who lived and died for
+mankind. One more remark, Mr. President, and then I am done; and I lay
+it down as a particular pint in my argument. If it had not have been
+for Mr. Kerlumbus, Mr. Washington would never have been born; besides
+all this, Mr. Washington was a coward. With these remarks, I leave the
+floor to abler hands.
+
+     [Here Mr. SLABSIDES arose, much excited at hearing Mr.
+     Washington called a coward, and said:]
+
+Mr. President: I, sir, for one, am sureptaciously surprised at the
+quiet manner in which you have listened to the base suspersions cast
+upon that glorious and good man. Mr. Washington a coward! Why, sir,
+lockjawed be the mouth that spoke it. Mr. Washington a coward! Mr.
+President, my blood's a-bilin' at the idea. Why, sir, look at him at
+the battle of Tippecanoe! Look at him at the battle of Sarah Gordon!
+Look at him at the battle of New Orleans! Did he display cowardice
+thar, sir, or at any of the similar battles that he fout? I ask you,
+sir, did he display cowardice at the battle of New Orleans?
+
+     [Mr. GARROTTE arose, and responded to the question. Said he:]
+
+The gentleman will allow me to correct him, one moment. Mr.
+Washington, sir, never fit the battle of New Orleans. He couldn't have
+fout that battle, for he'd been dead more'n _two weeks_ afore that ar
+battle was ever fout. He never fit the battle of New Orleans.
+
+Mr. Slabsides.--Will the gentleman--will Mr. Garrotte please state who
+it was that fit the battle of New Orleans? The gentleman has seen fit
+to interrupt me; will he please to state who it was fit the battle of
+New Orleans?
+
+Hon. Felix Garrotte.--If the gentleman will have patience to turn to
+Josephus, or read Benjamin Franklin's History of the Black-Hawk War,
+you will thar learn, sir, that it was General Douglas that fit the
+battle of New Orleans.
+
+Mr. Slabsides.--I thank my very learned opponent, not only for his
+instructions, but more especially for his corrections, in which he has
+shown himself totally ignorant of history, men, and things. I contend,
+Mr. President, notwithstanding the gentleman's assertion to the
+contrary, that Mr. Washington not only fit the battle of New Orleans,
+but that he is _alive now_, sir! I have only to pint you, Mr.
+President, and gentlemen of this lyceum, to his quiet and retired home
+at _Sandoval_, on the banks of the Tombigbee River, whar he now
+resides, conscious of his private worth and of the glorious
+achievements heaped upon his grateful brow by his aged countrymen; and
+allow me to call your attention to the fact that General Douglas never
+fit the battle of New Orleans. He couldn't have fout that battle,
+cause he was dead. Yes, sir, and I can prove it, if you'll have the
+patience to turn and look over Horace Greeley's History of the Kansas
+Hymn-book War; for there you will find that General Douglas, at the
+head of an army of negroes, made a desperate charge on Mason and
+Dixon's line, and Horace said he never breathed afterward.
+
+     [Hereupon the speaker left in disgust at the ignorance of
+     his opponent.]
+
+
+
+
+A SERMON FROM THE HARP OF A THOUSAND STRINGS.
+
+Preached before General Rosecrans and Staff.
+
+
+My Beluved Brethering:
+
+I am a plain and unlarnt preacher, of whom you've no doubt heern on
+afore; and I now appear to expound the scripters, and pint out the
+narrow way which leads from a vain world to the streets of the
+Juroosalum; and my tex which I shall choose for the occasion is
+somewhar between the second Chronikills and the last chapter of
+Timothy Titus, and when found you will find it in these words: "And
+they shall gnaw a file, and flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam, whar
+the lion roareth and the whang-doodle mourneth for its first-born."
+
+Now, my beluved brethering, as I have afore told you, I am an
+unedicated man, and know nothing about grammar talk and collidge
+highfaluting; but I'm a plain, unlarnt preacher of the Gospil, what's
+been foreordained, and called to expound the scripters to a dyin'
+world, and prepare a perverse generation for the day of wrath; "for
+they shall gnaw a file, and flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam, whar
+the lion roareth and the whang-doodle mourneth for its first-born."
+
+My beluved brethering, the text says "they shall gnaw a file." It
+don't say they _may_, but they _shall_. And now, there's more'n one
+kind of file: there's the hand-saw file, rat-tail file, single file,
+double file, and profile; but the kind of file spoken of here isn't
+one of them kind neither, because it's a figger of speech, my
+brethering, and means goin' it alone, getting ukered; "for they shall
+gnaw a file, and flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam, whar the lion
+roareth and the whang-doodle mourneth for its first-born."
+
+And now, there be some here with fine clothes on thar backs, brass
+rings on thar fingers, and lard on thar har, what goes it while
+they're young; and thar be brothers here what, as long as thar
+constitutions and forty-cent whisky last, goes it blind; and thar be
+sisters here what, when they get sixteen years old, cut thar
+tiller-ropes and goes it with a rush. But I say, my brethering, take
+care you don't find, when Gabriel blows his last trump, that you've
+all went it alone and got ukered; "for they shall gnaw a file, and
+flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam."
+
+And, my brethering, there's more dam beside Hepsidam: thar's
+Rotterdam, Haddam, Amsterdam, mill-dam, and don't-care-a-dam; the last
+of which, my dear brethering, is the worst of all, and reminds me of a
+circumstance I once knew in the State of Illinoy. There was a man what
+built him a mill on the east fork of Auger Creek, and it was a good
+mill, and ground a site of grain; but the man what built it was a
+miserable sinner, and never give any thing to the church; and, my
+brethering, one night thar come a dreadful storm of wind and rain, and
+the fountains of the great deep was broken up, and the waters rushed
+down and swept that man's mill-dam into kingdom come, and, lo, and
+behold! in the morning, when he got up, he found he was not worth a
+dam. Now, my young brethering, when storms of temptation overtake ye,
+take care you don't fall from grace, and become like that mill--not
+worth a dam; "for they shall gnaw a file, and flee unto the mountains
+of Hepsidam, whar the lion roareth and the whang-doodle mourneth for
+its first-born."
+
+"Whar the whang-doodle mourneth for its first-born." This part of the
+tex, my brethering, is another figger of speech, and isn't to be taken
+as it says. It doesn't mean the howlin' wilderness whar John the
+Hard-shell Baptist was fed on locusts and wild asses; but it means, my
+brethering, the city of New Yorleans, whar corn is worth six bits a
+bushel one day, and nary red the next; whar gamblers, thieves, and
+pickpockets go skiting about the streets like weasels in a barnyard;
+whar they have cream-colored hosses, gilded carriages, marble saloons
+with brandy and sugar in 'em; whar honest men are scarcer than hens'
+teeth; and whar a strange woman once tuk in your beluved preacher, and
+bamboozled him out of two hundred and twenty-seven dollars; but she
+can't do it again, hallelujah! For "they shall gnaw a file, and flee
+unto the mountains of Hepsidam, whar the lion roareth and the
+whang-doodle mourneth for its first-born."
+
+Brother Flint will please pass round the hat, and let every Hard-shell
+shell out.
+
+
+
+
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+<div class="tn">
+<p class="noindent">[Transcriber's note: Obvious printer's errors have been corrected, all
+other inconsistencies are as in the original. Author's spelling has
+been maintained.</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">Page 204: A word was missing after "The Major was right, for a little"
+"while" has been added.]</p></div>
+
+<a id="img001" name="img001"></a>
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/img001.jpg" width="400" height="694" alt="" title="">
+<p><span class="smcap">ALF BURNETT</span>.<br> From A Photograph By Winder.</p>
+</div>
+
+<h1>Incidents of the War:</h1>
+
+<h2 class="smaller">HUMOROUS, PATHETIC,<br>
+AND<br>
+DESCRIPTIVE.</h2>
+
+<p class="center noindent">By</p>
+
+<h2>ALF BURNETT,</h2>
+
+<p class="center noindent smaller">COMIC DELINEATOR, ARMY CORRESPONDENT, HUMORIST,<br>
+  ETC., ETC.</p>
+
+<p class="center p4 noindent smaller">CINCINNATI:<br>
+  RICKEY &amp; CARROLL, PUBLISHERS,<br>
+  73 WEST FOURTH STREET.<br>
+  1863.</p>
+
+<p class="center p4 noindent smaller">Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1863, by<br>
+  RICKEY &amp; CARROLL,<br>
+  In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United<br>
+  States for the Southern District of Ohio.</p>
+
+<p class="center p4 smaller noindent">STEREOTYPED AT THE<br>
+  FRANKLIN TYPE FOUNDRY,<br>
+  CINCINNATI.</p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="pageiii" name="pageiii"></a>(p. iii)</span>SKETCH OF THE AUTHOR.<br>
+
+<span class="smaller">BY ENOS B. REED.</span></h2>
+
+<p>The author of the following sketches, letters, etc., has been known to
+us for lo, these many years. We have always found him "a fellow of
+infinite jest," and one who, "though troubles assailed," always looked
+upon the bright side of life, leaving its reverse to those who could
+not behold the silver lining to the darkling clouds of their moral
+horizon. We could fill a good-sized volume with anecdotes illustrating
+the humorous in Mr. Burnett's composition, and his keen appreciation
+of the grotesque and ludicrous&mdash;relating how he has, many a time and
+oft, "set the table in a roar," by his quaint sayings and the peculiar
+manner in which they were said; but we are "admonished to be brief,"
+four pages only being allotted to "do up" the veritable "Don
+Alfredus," better known by the familiar appellation "Alf."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Burnett has been a resident of Cincinnati for the past
+twenty-seven years, his parents removing thereto from Utica, New York,
+in 1836. Alf, at the Utica Academy, in his earliest youth, was quite
+noted as a declaimer; his "youth but gave promise of the man," Mr. B.,
+at the present time, standing without a peer in his peculiar line of
+declamation and oratory. In 1845, he traveled with Professor De
+Bonneville, giving his <span class="pagenum"><a id="pageiv" name="pageiv"></a>(p. iv)</span>wonderful rendition of "The Maniac,"
+so as to attract the attention of the <span class="italic">literati</span> throughout the
+country.</p>
+
+<p>Perhaps one great reason for Mr. Burnett's adopting his present
+profession was a remark made by the celebrated tragedian, Edwin
+Forrest. Mr. B. had been invited to meet Mr. Forrest at the residence
+of S. S. Smith, Esq. Mr. Burnett gave several readings, which caused
+Mr. Forrest to make the remark, that "Mr. B. had but to step upon the
+stage to reach fortune and renown." "Upon this hint" Mr. B. acted, and
+at once entered upon the duties of his arduous profession. In his
+readings and recitations he soon discovered that it was imperative, to
+insure a pleasant entertainment, that humor should be largely mingled
+with pathos; hence, he introduced a series of droll and comical
+pieces, in the rendition of which he is acknowledged to have no equal.
+As a mimic and ventriloquist he stands preeminent, and his
+entertainment is so varied with pathos, wit, and humor, that an
+evening's amusement of wonderful versatility is afforded.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Burnett is a remarkably ready writer&mdash;too ready, to pay that care
+and attention to the "rules," which is considered, and justly so, to
+be indispensable to a correct writer. To illustrate the rapidity with
+which he composes, we have but to repeat a story, which a mutual
+friend relates. He met Alf, one afternoon, about five o'clock, he
+being announced to deliver an original poem in the evening, of
+something less than a hundred verses. In the midst of the conversation
+which ensued, Alf suddenly recollected that he had not written a line
+thereof, and, making his excuses, declared he must go home and write
+up the "<span class="italic">little affair</span>." In the evening a voluminous poem was
+forthcoming, Alf, in all probability, <span class="pagenum"><a id="pagev" name="pagev"></a>(p. v)</span>having "done it up" in
+half an hour "by Shrewsbury clock."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Burnett has contributed various poems to the literature of the
+country, which have stamped him as being possessed of a more than
+ordinary share of the divine afflatus. Among them is "The Sexton's
+Spade," which has gained a world-wide celebrity. The writer has been
+connected with Mr. Burnett in the publication of two or three papers,
+which, somehow or other, never won their way into popular favor:
+either the public had very bad taste, or the "combined forces" had not
+the ability to please, or the perseverance to continue until success
+crowned their labors.</p>
+
+<p>In the commencement of the war, Mr. Burnett was on a tour of the
+State, in the full tide of prosperity. Immediately after Sumter fell,
+he summoned to him, by telegraph, his traveling agent, together with
+Mr. George Humphreys, who had, as an assistant, been with him for
+years. A consultation was held, which resulted in the determination of
+all three to enlist in the service of their country. The agent
+repaired to Chillicothe and joined the 27th Ohio; Humphreys joined the
+5th Ohio, and Mr. Burnett enlisted as high private in the 6th Ohio,
+and served with his regiment in West Virginia, throughout that
+memorable campaign.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Burnett was subsequently engaged by the Cincinnati <span class="italic">Press</span>,
+<span class="italic">Times</span>, and <span class="italic">Commercial</span>, as war correspondent. His letters were read
+with great avidity, and were replete with wit, humor, and interesting
+anecdote. His extensive acquaintance enabled him to gather the
+earliest information, and his letters were always considered among the
+most reliable. A number of them will be found in the succeeding pages.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="pagevi" name="pagevi"></a>(p. vi)</span>That "Incidents of the War" will be found instructive and
+entertaining, we can but believe, although Mr. Burnett's professional
+engagements precluded the possibility of his devoting that time and
+attention to its preparation which was almost imperative. It lays no
+particular claim to merit as a literary production&mdash;being a collection
+of letters and incidents, which Mr. B.'s publishers thought would be
+palatable to the public in their present form.</p>
+
+<p>In the volume will be found several pieces for the superior rendition
+of which Mr. Burnett has been highly extolled. At the close will be
+found a famous debate, which, although not an incident of the war, is
+peculiarly spirited, and was delivered by Mr. Burnett before General
+Rosecrans.</p>
+
+<p>For the graphic illustrations accompanying the volume, Mr. Burnett is
+indebted to Messrs. Jones &amp; Hart, engravers, and Messrs. Ball &amp;
+Thomas, photographic artists.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Burnett is still engaged in giving readings and recitations, in
+city and village, and, since the death of Winchell, stands almost
+alone in his profession. Upon a visit to England, some years since, he
+gained the praise of the English press and public, as a correct
+delineator of the passions, mimic, and humorist. He is never so well
+pleased as when before an audience, and receiving the applause of the
+judicious.</p>
+
+<p>In conclusion, let us hope that "Incidents of the War" may be welcomed
+by that large number who have had relatives in the armies of the
+Union, and whose names may, perchance, be found in its pages, while we
+know the numerous friends of Mr. Burnett will hail its appearance with
+unfeigned delight.</p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="pagevii" name="pagevii"></a>(p. vii)</span><a id="toc" name="toc"></a>CONTENTS.</h2>
+
+<p class="toc10"><span class="ralign">Page</span><br></p>
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter1" title="Go to chapter 1">CHAPTER I</a>
+<span class="ralign">13</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">Preparatory Remarks &mdash; Camp-Life &mdash; Incidents of the Battle of Perryville &mdash; Brigadier-General
+  Lytle &mdash; Captain McDougal, of the 3d Ohio &mdash; Colonel
+  Loomis &mdash; After the Battle &mdash; Rebels Playing 'Possum &mdash; Skeered!
+  That Aint no Name for it &mdash; Camp Fun, in a Burlesque Letter
+  to a Friend.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter2" title="Go to chapter 2">CHAPTER <abbr title="2">II</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">23</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">General Nelson &mdash; The General and the Pie-Women &mdash; The Watchful Sentinel
+  of the 2d Kentucky &mdash; The Wagon-Master of the 17th Indiana &mdash;
+  Death of General Nelson &mdash; His Funeral &mdash; Colonel Nick Anderson's
+  Opinion of Nelson.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter3" title="Go to chapter 3">CHAPTER <abbr title="3">III</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">37</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">Description of a Battle &mdash; The 2d Ohio (Colonel Harris) at Perryville &mdash; Major-General
+  McCook's Report &mdash; Major-General Rousseau's Report &mdash; Sketch
+  of Major-General A. McD. McCook.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter4" title="Go to chapter 4">CHAPTER <abbr title="4">IV</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">47</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">Looking for the Body of a Dead Nephew on the Field of Murfreesboro &mdash; The
+  6th Ohio at Murfreesboro &mdash; The Dead of the 6th &mdash; The
+  36th Indiana &mdash; Putting Contrabands to Some Service &mdash; Anxiety of Owners
+  to Retain their Slaves &mdash; Conduct of a Mistress &mdash; "Don't Shoot,
+  Massa, here I Is!" &mdash; Kidd's Safeguard &mdash; "Always Been a Union Man" &mdash; Negroes
+  Exhibiting their Preference for their Friends.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter5" title="Go to chapter 5">CHAPTER <abbr title="5">V</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">57</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">Cutting Down a Rebel's Reserved Timber &mdash; Home Again &mdash; Loomis and his
+  Coldwater Battery &mdash; Secession Poetry &mdash; Heavy Joke on an "Egyptian"
+  Regiment.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter6" title="Go to chapter 6">CHAPTER <abbr title="6">VI</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">64</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">General Turchin &mdash; Mrs. General Turchin in Command of the Vanguard
+  of the 19th Illinois &mdash; The 18th Ohio at Athens &mdash; Children and Fools
+  Always Tell the Truth &mdash; Picket Talk &mdash; About Soldiers Voting &mdash; Captain
+  Kirk's Line of Battle.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><span class="pagenum"><a id="pageviii" name="pageviii"></a>(p. viii)</span><a href="#chapter7" title="Go to chapter 7">CHAPTER <abbr title="7">VII</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">70</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">Comic Scenes &mdash; Importation of Yankees &mdash; Wouldn't Go Round &mdash; Major Boynton
+  and the Chicken &mdash; Monotony of Camp-Life &mdash; Experience on a Scouting
+  Expedition &mdash; Larz Anderson, Esq., in Camp &mdash; A Would-be Secessionist
+  Caught in His Own Trap &mdash; Guthrie Gray Bill of Fare for a
+  Rebel "Reception" &mdash; Pic Russell Among the Snakes.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter8" title="Go to chapter 8">CHAPTER <abbr title="8">VIII</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">80</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">Fun in the 123d Ohio &mdash; A Thrilling Incident of the War &mdash; General Kelley &mdash; Vote
+  Under Strange Circumstances &mdash; Die, But Never Surrender.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter9" title="Go to chapter 9">CHAPTER <abbr title="9">IX</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">87</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">Our Hospitals &mdash; No Hope &mdash; A Short and Simple Story &mdash; A Soldier's Pride &mdash; The
+  Last Letter &mdash; Soldierly Sympathy &mdash; The Hospitals at Gallatin,
+  and Their Ministering Angels.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter10" title="Go to chapter 10">CHAPTER <abbr title="10">X</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">99</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">Sports in Camp &mdash; Anecdote of the 63d Ohio and Colonel Sprague &mdash; Soldier's
+  Dream of Home &mdash; The Wife's Reply.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter11" title="Go to chapter 11">CHAPTER <abbr title="11">XI</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">107</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">The Atrocities of Slavery &mdash; The Beauties of the Peculiar Institution &mdash; A
+  Few Well-substantiated Facts &mdash; Visit to Gallatin, Tennessee.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter12" title="Go to chapter 12">CHAPTER <abbr title="12">XII</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">124</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">General Schofield &mdash; Colonel Durbin Ward &mdash; Colonel Connell &mdash; Women in
+  Breeches &mdash; Another Incident of the War &mdash; Negro Sermon.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter13" title="Go to chapter 13">CHAPTER <abbr title="13">XIII</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">135</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">Letter From Cheat Mountain &mdash; the Women of the South &mdash; Gilbert's
+  Brigade.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter14" title="Go to chapter 14">CHAPTER <abbr title="14">XIV</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">143</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">Confessions of a Fat Man &mdash; Home-Guard &mdash; The Negro on the Fence &mdash; A
+  Camp Letter of Early Times &mdash; "Sweetharts" Against War.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter15" title="Go to chapter 15">CHAPTER <abbr title="15">XV</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">156</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">The Winter Campaign in Virginia &mdash; Didn't Know of the Rebellion &mdash; General
+  W. H. Lytle &mdash; Drilling &mdash; A Black Nightingale's Song.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter16" title="Go to chapter 16">CHAPTER <abbr title="16">XVI</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">167</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">Old Stonnicker and Colonel Marrow, of 3d Ohio &mdash; General Garnett and
+  his Dogs &mdash; "Are You the Col-o-nel of This Post?" &mdash; Profanity in the
+  Army &mdash; High Price of Beans in Camp &mdash; A Little Game of "Draw."</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><span class="pagenum"><a id="pageix" name="pageix"></a>(p. ix)</span><a href="#chapter17" title="Go to chapter 17">CHAPTER <abbr title="17">XVII</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">172</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">Hard on the Sutler: Spiritualism Tried &mdash; A Specimen of Southern Poetry &mdash; Singular &mdash; March
+  to Nashville &mdash; General Steadman Challenged
+  by a Woman &mdash; Nigger Question &mdash; "Rebels Returning."</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter18" title="Go to chapter 18">CHAPTER <abbr title="18">XVIII</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">181</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">Going Into Battle &mdash; Letter To the Secesh &mdash; General Garfield, Major-General
+  Rosecrans's Chief of Staff &mdash; General Lew Wallace &mdash; The
+  Siege of Cincinnati &mdash; Parson Brownlow &mdash; Colonel Charles Anderson.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter19" title="Go to chapter 19">CHAPTER <abbr title="19">XIX</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">188</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">An Episode of the War &mdash; Laughable Incident &mdash; Old Mrs. Wiggles on
+  Picket Duty &mdash; General Manson &mdash; God Bless the Soldiers &mdash; Negro's
+  Pedigree of Abraham Lincoln &mdash; A Middle Tennessee Preacher &mdash; A
+  Laconic Speech.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter20" title="Go to chapter 20">CHAPTER <abbr title="20">XX</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">194</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">Union Men Scarce &mdash; How They Are Dreaded &mdash; Incidents &mdash; The Wealthy Secessionists
+  and Poor Union Widows &mdash; The John Morgans of Rebellion &mdash; A
+  Contraband's Explanation of the Mystery &mdash; Accident at The
+  South Tunnel &mdash; Impudence of the Rebels &mdash; A Pathetic Appeal, etc.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter21" title="Go to chapter 21">CHAPTER <abbr title="21">XXI</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">201</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">A Friendly Visit for Corn into an Egyptian Country &mdash; Ohio Regiments &mdash; "Corn
+  Or Blood" &mdash; "Fanny Battles" &mdash; The Constitution Busted in
+  Several Places &mdash; Edicts Against Dinner-horns, by Colonel Brownlow's
+  Cavalry &mdash; A Signal Station Burned &mdash; Two Rebel Aids Captured.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter22" title="Go to chapter 22">CHAPTER <abbr title="22">XXII</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">207</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">Reward for a Master &mdash; Turning the Tables &mdash; Dan Boss and His Adventure &mdash; Major
+  Pic Russell &mdash; A Visit To the Outposts With General
+  Jeff C. Davis &mdash; Rebel Witticisms &mdash; Hight Igo, Ye Eccentric Quarter-Master &mdash; Fling
+  Out to the Breeze, Boys.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter23" title="Go to chapter 23">CHAPTER <abbr title="23">XXIII</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">216</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">Defense of the Conduct of the German Regiments at Hartsville &mdash; To
+  The Memory of Captain W. Y. Gholson &mdash; Colonel Toland Vs. Contraband
+  Whisky.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter24" title="Go to chapter 24">CHAPTER <abbr title="24">XXIV</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">222</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">War and Romance &mdash; Colonel Fred Jones &mdash; Hanging in the Army &mdash; General
+  A. J. Smith vs. Dirty Guns.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><span class="pagenum"><a id="pagex" name="pagex"></a>(p. x)</span><a href="#chapter25" title="Go to chapter 25">CHAPTER <abbr title="25">XXV</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">232</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">A Trip into the Enemy's Country &mdash; The Rebels twice driven back by
+  General Steadman &mdash; Incidents of the Charge of the 1st Tennessee
+  Cavalry, under Major Tracy &mdash; The 35th and 9th Ohio in the Fight &mdash; Colonel
+  Moody and the 74th Ohio &mdash; Colonel Moody on the Battle-field.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter26" title="Go to chapter 26">CHAPTER <abbr title="26">XXVI</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">240</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">A Wedding in the Army &mdash; A Bill of Fare in Camp &mdash; Dishonest Female Reb &mdash; Private
+  Cupp &mdash; To the 13th Ohio.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter27" title="Go to chapter 27">CHAPTER <abbr title="27">XXVII</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">248</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">The Oath &mdash; A Conservative Darkey's Opinion of Yankees &mdash; Visit to the
+  Graves of Ohio and Indiana Boys &mdash; Trip from Murfreesboro to Louisville &mdash; Nashville
+  Convalescents &mdash; A Death in the Hospital &mdash; Henry
+  Lovie Captured.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter28" title="Go to chapter 28">CHAPTER <abbr title="28">XXVIII</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">256</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">General Steadman Superseded by General Schofield, of Missouri &mdash; Colonel
+  Brownlow's Regiment &mdash; His Bravery &mdash; A Rebel Officer Killed
+  by a Woman &mdash; Discontent in East Tennessee &mdash; Picket Duty and Its Dangers &mdash; A
+  Gallant Deed and a Chivalrous Return.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter29" title="Go to chapter 29">CHAPTER <abbr title="29">XXIX</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">263</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">An Incident at Holly Springs, Miss. &mdash; The Raid by Van Dorn &mdash; Cincinnati
+  Cotton-dealers in Trouble &mdash; Troubles of a Reporter.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter30" title="Go to chapter 30">CHAPTER <abbr title="30">XXX</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">268</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">A Reporter's Idea of Mules &mdash; Letter from Kentucky &mdash; Chaplain Gaddis
+  turns Fireman &mdash; Gaddis and the Secesh Grass-widow.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter31" title="Go to chapter 31">CHAPTER <abbr title="31">XXXI</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">279</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">A Visit To the 1st East Tennessee Cavalry &mdash; A Proposed Sermon &mdash; Its Interruption &mdash; How
+  ye Preacher is Bamboozled out of $15 and a Gold
+  Watch &mdash; Cavalry on the Brain &mdash; Old Stonnicker Drummed Out of Camp &mdash; Now
+  and Then.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><a href="#chapter32" title="Go to chapter 32">CHAPTER <abbr title="32">XXXII</abbr></a>
+<span class="ralign">289</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc smcap">An Incident of the 5th O. V. I. &mdash; How To Avoid the Draft &mdash; Keep the Soldiers'
+  Letters &mdash; New Use of Blood-hounds &mdash; Proposition to Hang the
+  Dutch Soldiers &mdash; The Stolen Stars.</p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><span class="smcap"><a href="#debate" title="Go to Debate">Debate Between Slabsides and Garrotte.</a></span>
+<span class="ralign">303</span></p>
+
+<p class="toc10"><span class="smcap"><a href="#sermon" title="Go to Sermon">Sermon From "Harp of a Thousand Strings."</a></span>
+<span class="ralign">308</span></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="pagexi" name="pagexi"></a>(p. xi)</span>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.</h2>
+
+<ul class="toc">
+<li><a href="#img001" title="Go to illustration">Portrait of Alf Burnett.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#img002" title="Go to illustration">Skeered! That aint no name for it.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#img003" title="Go to illustration">Runaway scrape in Virginia.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#img004" title="Go to illustration">Sports in camp.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#img005" title="Go to illustration">Fat volunteer.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#img006" title="Go to illustration">Old Stonnicker drummed out of camp.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#img007" title="Go to illustration">Debate between Slabsides and Garrotte.</a></li>
+<li><a href="#img008" title="Go to illustration">Sermon&mdash;"Harp of a thousand strings."</a></li>
+</ul>
+
+<h1><span class="pagenum"><a id="page013" name="page013"></a>(p. 013)</span>Incidents of the War.</h1>
+
+<h2><a id="chapter1" name="chapter1"></a>CHAPTER I.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">Preparatory Remarks &mdash; Camp-Life &mdash; Incidents of the Battle
+     of Perryville &mdash; Brigadier-General Lytle &mdash; Captain
+     McDougal, of the 3d Ohio &mdash; Colonel Loomis &mdash; After the
+     Battle &mdash; Rebels Playing 'Possum &mdash; Skeered! That Aint no
+     Name for it.</p>
+
+<p>In a two-years' connection with the army, a man with the most ordinary
+capacity for garnering up the humorous stories of camp may find his
+<span class="italic">repertoire</span> overflowing with the most versatile of incidents. A
+connection with the daily press is, however, of great service,
+especially as a letter-writer is expected to know all that occurs in
+camp&mdash;and <span class="italic">more too</span>!</p>
+
+<p>The stories that I shall relate are no fictions, but veritable facts,
+to most of which I was myself an eye-witness.</p>
+
+<p>The hardships of camp-life have been so often depicted by other pens
+that it will be unnecessary for me to bring them anew before the
+public. A few jolly spirits in a regiment frequently sway the crowd,
+and render the hours pleasant to the boys which otherwise would prove
+exceedingly wearisome; and many a surgeon has remarked, that it would
+amply remunerate <span class="pagenum"><a id="page014" name="page014"></a>(p. 014)</span>Government to hire good, wholesome
+amusement for the benefit of the soldiers when not on active duty.
+Frequently, when visiting various hospitals, have I noticed the
+brightening eye of the patients as I have told them some laughable
+incident, or given an hour's amusement to the crowd of
+convalescents&mdash;a far preferable dose, they told me, to quinine. A word
+of praise to the suffering hero is of great value.</p>
+
+<p>I remember, the day after the battle of Perryville, visiting the
+hospital of which Dr. Muscroft was surgeon. I had assisted all day in
+bringing in the wounded from the field-hospital, in the rear of the
+battle-ground. The boys of the 10th and 3d Ohio were crowded into a
+little church, each pew answering for a private apartment for a
+wounded man. One of the surgeons in attendance requested me to assist
+in holding a patient while his leg was being amputated. This was my
+first trial, but the sight of the crowd of wounded had rendered my
+otherwise sensitive nerves adamant, and as the knife was hastily
+plunged, the circle-scribe and the saw put to its use, the limb off,
+scarce a groan escaped the noble fellow's lips. Another boy of the
+10th had his entire right cheek cut off by a piece of a shell,
+lacerating his tongue in the most horrible manner: this wound had to
+be dressed, and again my assistance was required, and I could but
+notice the exhilarating effect a few words of praise that I bestowed
+upon his powers of endurance had. This was invariably the case with
+all those whom it was my painful duty to assist. The effect of a few
+words of praise seemed quite magical.</p>
+
+<p>Men frequently fight on, though severely wounded, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page015" name="page015"></a>(p. 015)</span>so great
+is the excitement of battle, and I am cognizant of several instances
+of men fainting from loss of blood, who did not know they were
+wounded, until, several minutes afterward, they were brought to a
+realization of the fact through a peculiar dizzy, sickening feeling.
+Brigadier-General (then Colonel) Lytle, who commanded a brigade during
+that battle, it is said, by boys who were near him, after the severe
+wound he received, fought on several minutes. A field-officer, whose
+name I have forgotten, being shot from his horse, requested to be
+lifted back into the saddle, and died shortly afterward. Captain
+McDougal, of Newark, Ohio, commanding a company in the 3d Ohio, who,
+with sword upraised, and cheering on his noble boys, received a fatal
+shot, actually stepped some eight or ten paces before falling. Colonel
+Loomis, of the celebrated Loomis Battery, who did such service in that
+engagement, says he saw no dead about him; yet there they lay, within
+a few feet of his battery. Loomis at one time sighted one of his
+favorite pieces, taking what he called a "fair, square, deliberate
+aim," and, sure enough, he knocked over the rebel gun, throwing it
+some feet in the air; at the sight of which he was so elated that he
+fairly jumped with delight, and cheer after cheer rang out from the
+men of his command, and it was not until a whizzing shot from the
+remaining guns of the rebels' battery warned him that they were not
+yet conquered, that his boys were again put to work, and eventually
+quieted their noisy antagonists. At one time, during that fight, the
+rebels tried to charge up the hill from "Bottom's farm-house," but
+were repulsed. At that time the 10th and 3d Ohio, aided by the 15th
+Kentucky Regiment, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page016" name="page016"></a>(p. 016)</span>were holding the eminence; the rebels
+were protected by a stone wall that skirted the entire meandering
+creek, giving them, at times, the advantage of an enfilading fire; our
+boys were partly covered by what was known as "Bottom's barn." Many of
+our wounded had crawled into this barn for protection, but a rebel
+shell exploding directly among the hay set the barn on fire, and
+several of our poor wounded boys perished in the flames.</p>
+
+<p>Colonel Reed, of Delaware, Ohio, was in command at Perryville, some
+time after the battle, and it is a disgraceful fact that the rebels
+left their dead unburied. At one spot, in a ravine, they had piled up
+thirty bodies in one heap, and thrown a lot of cornstalks over them;
+and on the Springfield road, to the right, as you entered the town of
+Perryville, a regular line of skirmishers lay dead, each one about ten
+paces from the other; they had evidently been shot instantly dead, and
+had fallen in their tracks; and there they laid for four days. One, a
+fine-looking man, with large, black, bushy whiskers, was within a few
+yards of the toll-gate keeper's house, (himself and family residing
+there,) who, apparently, was too lazy to dig a grave for the reception
+of the rebel's body.</p>
+
+<p>As a matter of course, the first duty is to the wounded, but these
+people seemed to pay no attention to either dead or wounded. And it
+was not until a peremptory order from Colonel Reed was issued, that
+the rebel-sympathizing citizens condescended to go out and bury their
+Confederate friends; and this was accomplished by digging a deep hole
+beside the corpse, and the diggers, taking a couple of fence-rails,
+would <span class="pagenum"><a id="page017" name="page017"></a>(p. 017)</span>pry the body over and let it fall to the bottom: thus
+these poor, deluded wretches found a receptacle in mother Earth.</p>
+
+<p>Accompanied by Mr. A. Seward, the special correspondent of the
+Philadelphia <span class="italic">Inquirer</span>, the day after the fight I visited an
+improvised hospital in the woods in the rear of the battle-ground.
+There we found some twenty Secesh, who had strayed from their command,
+and were playing sick and wounded to anybody who came along. They had
+guards out watching, and, as I suspected they were playing sharp, I
+bethought me of trying "diamond cut diamond;" so I dismounted, and
+having on a Kentucky-jeans coat, I ventured a "<span class="smcap">How-de, Boys?</span>"</p>
+
+<p>They eyed us pretty severely, and ventured the remark that they needed
+food, and would like some coffee or sugar for the wounded boys. I went
+inside the log-house, telling them I would send some down; that we
+were farming close by there; "Dry-fork" was the place; we would send
+them bread. After we had gained their confidence, they wanted to know
+how they could get out of the State without being captured; said they
+had not been taken yet, although several of the Yanks had been there;
+but the "d&mdash;d fools" thought they were already paroled.</p>
+
+<p>We told them that as soon as they got well we would pilot them safely
+out. They said they had already been promised citizens' clothing by
+Mrs. Thompson and some other rebel ladies. They then openly confessed
+that there was only one of them wounded, and that they had used his
+bloody rags for arm-bandages and head-bandages only for the brief
+period when they were <span class="pagenum"><a id="page018" name="page018"></a>(p. 018)</span>visited by <span class="italic">suspicious</span>-looking
+persons; but, as we were all right, they had no hesitancy in telling
+us they were part of Hardee's corps, and were left there by accident
+when the rebel forces marched.</p>
+
+<p>By a strange <span class="italic">accident</span> they were all taken prisoners that afternoon
+by a dozen Federal prowlers, who kindly took them in out of the wet.</p>
+
+<h3>Skeered! That Aint No Name for It.</h3>
+
+<p>About a mile and a half to the rear of the field of battle there
+stands, in a large, open field, a solitary log-house containing two
+rooms. The house is surrounded by a fence inclosing a small patch of
+ground. The chimney had been partly torn away by a cannon-ball. A
+shell had struck the roof of the building, ripping open quite a gutter
+in the rafters. A dead horse lay in the little yard directly in front
+of the house, actually blocking up the doorway, while shot and shell
+were scattered in every direction about the field in front and rear of
+this solitary homestead. I dismounted, determined to see who or what
+was in the house&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="poem center">"Darkness there, and nothing more."</p>
+
+<p>A board had been taken from the floor, exhibiting a large hole between
+two solid beams or logs. An empty bedstead, a wooden cupboard, and
+three chairs were all the furniture the house contained. Hurrying
+across the field, we caught up with a long, lank, lean woman. She had
+two children with her: a little boy about nine, and a girl about four
+years of age. The woman had a table upon her head. The table, turned
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page019" name="page019"></a>(p. 019)</span>upside down, contained a lot of bedding. She had a bucket
+full of crockery-ware in one hand, and was holding on to the table
+with the other. The children were loaded down with household furniture
+of great convenience. As it was growing dark, I inquired the nearest
+road to Perryville. The woman immediately unloaded her head, and
+pointing the direction, set one leg on the table, and yelled to the
+boy&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Whoray up, Jeems; you are so slow!"</p>
+
+<p>"How far is it, madam?"</p>
+
+<p>"O, about a mile and a half. It aint more nor that, no how."</p>
+
+<p>"Who lived in that house?" said I, pointing to the log-cabin I had
+just left.</p>
+
+<p>"I did."</p>
+
+<p>"Were you there during the fight?"</p>
+
+<p>"Guess I was."</p>
+
+<p>"Where was your husband?"</p>
+
+<p>"He wor dead."</p>
+
+<p>"Was he killed in the battle?"</p>
+
+<p>"No; he died with the measles."</p>
+
+<p>"Why didn't you leave when you found there was going to be a fight?"</p>
+
+<p>"I did start for to go, but I seed the Yankees comin' thick, and I
+hurried back t'other way; and jest as I e'enamost got to the brush
+yonder, I seed the 'Confeds' jest a swarmin' out of the woods. So,
+seeing I was between two fires, I rund back to the house."</p>
+
+<p>"Wasn't you afraid you'd be killed?"</p>
+
+<p>"Guess I was."</p>
+
+<p>"What did you do when they commenced firing?"</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page020" name="page020"></a>(p. 020)</span>"I cut a hole in the floor with the ax, and hid between the
+jists."</p>
+
+<p>"Did they fight long upon your ground?"</p>
+
+<p>"It seemed to me like it wor <span class="smcap">TWO WEEKS</span>."</p>
+
+<p>"You must have been pretty well scared; were you not?"</p>
+
+<p>"Humph! <span class="italic">skeered!</span> Lor bless you, <span class="italic">skeered! That
+aint no name for it!</span>"</p>
+
+<a id="img002" name="img002"></a>
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/img002.jpg" width="600" height="345" alt="" title="">
+<p class="smcap">Skeered! That ain't no name for it.</p>
+</div>
+
+<h3>Camp Fun in a Burlesque Letter to a Friend.</h3>
+
+<p>The other morning I was standing by Billy Briggs, in our tent.</p>
+
+<p>"Hand me them scabbards, Jimmy," said he.</p>
+
+<p>"Scabbards!" said I, looking round.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes; boots, I mean. I wonder if these boots were any relation to that
+beef we ate yesterday. If they will only prove as tough, they'll last
+me a long time. I say, Cradle!" he called out, "where are you?"</p>
+
+<p>Cradle was our contraband, with a foot of extraordinary length, and
+heel to match.</p>
+
+<p>"What do you call him Cradle for?" I inquired.</p>
+
+<p>"What would <span class="italic">you</span> call him? If he aint a cradle, what's he got rockers
+on for?"</p>
+
+<p>Cradle made his appearance, with a pair of perforated stockings.</p>
+
+<p>"It's no use," said Billy, looking at them. "Them stockings will do to
+put on a sore throat, but won't do for feet. It is humiliating for a
+man like me to be without stockings. A man may be bald-headed, and
+it's genteel; but to be barefooted, it's ruination. The legs are good,
+too," he added, thoughtfully, "but the <span class="pagenum"><a id="page021" name="page021"></a>(p. 021)</span>feet are gone. There
+is something about the heels of stockings and the elbows of
+stove-pipes, in this world, that is all wrong, Jimmy."</p>
+
+<p>A supply of stockings had come that day, and were just being given
+out. A pair of very large ones fell to Billy's lot. Billy held them up
+before him.</p>
+
+<p>"Jimmy," said he, "these are pretty bags to give a little fellow like
+me. Them stockings was knit for the President, or a young gorilla,
+certain!" and he was about to bestow them upon Cradle, when a soldier,
+in the opposite predicament, made an exchange. "Them stockings made me
+think of the prisoner I scared so the other day," said Billy.</p>
+
+<p>"How's that?" said I.</p>
+
+<p>"He saw a big pair of red leggings, with feet, hanging up before our
+tent. He never said a word, till he saw the leggings, and then he
+asked me what they were for. 'Them!' said I, 'them's General Banks's
+stockings.' He looked scared. 'He's a big man, is General Banks,' said
+I, 'but then he ought to be, the way he lives.' 'How?' said he. 'Why,'
+said I, 'his regular diet is bricks buttered with mortar.'"</p>
+
+<p>The next day Billy got a present of a pair of stockings from a lady; a
+nice, soft pair, with his initials, in red silk, upon them. He was
+very happy. "Jimmy," said he, "just look at 'em," and he smoothed them
+down with his hand&mdash;"marked with my initials, too; 'B,' for my
+Christian name, and 'W' for my heathen name. How kind! They came just
+in the right time, too; I've got such a sore heel."</p>
+
+<p>Orders came to "fall in." Billy was so overjoyed with his new
+stockings he didn't keep the line well.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page022" name="page022"></a>(p. 022)</span>"Steady, there!" growled the sergeant; "keep your place, and
+don't be moving round like the Boston post-office!"</p>
+
+<p>We were soon put upon the double-quick. After a few minutes, Billy
+gave a groan.</p>
+
+<p>"What is it, Billy?" said I.</p>
+
+<p>"It's all up with 'em," said he.</p>
+
+<p>I didn't know what he meant, but his face showed something bad had
+happened. When we broke ranks and got to the tent, he looked the
+picture of despair&mdash;shoes in hand, and his heels shining through his
+stockings like two crockery door-knobs.</p>
+
+<p>"Them new stockings of yours is breech-loading, aint they, Billy?"
+said an unfeeling volunteer.</p>
+
+<p>"Better get your name on both ends, so that you can keep 'em
+together," said another.</p>
+
+<p>"Shoddy stockings," said a third.</p>
+
+<p>Billy was silent. I saw his heart was breaking, and I said nothing. We
+held a council on them, and Billy, not feeling strong-hearted enough
+for the task, gave them to Cradle to sew up the small holes.</p>
+
+<p>I saw him again before supper; he came to me looking worse than ever,
+the stockings in his hand.</p>
+
+<p>"Jimmy," said he, "you know I gave them to Cradle, and told him to sew
+up the small holes; and what do you think he has done? He's gone and
+sewed up the heads."</p>
+
+<p>"It's a hard case, Billy; in such cases, tears are almost
+justifiable."<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page023" name="page023"></a>(p. 023)</span><a id="chapter2" name="chapter2"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="2">II</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">General Nelson &mdash; The General and the Pie-Women &mdash; The
+     Watchful Sentinel of the 2d Kentucky &mdash; The Wagon-Master of
+     the 17th Indiana &mdash; Death of General Nelson &mdash; His Funeral
+     &mdash; Colonel Nick Anderson's Opinion of Nelson.</p>
+
+<p>A great many stories have been told about General Nelson, with whom
+the writer was upon the most intimate terms. That Nelson was a noble,
+warm-hearted, companionable man, those even most opposed to his rough
+manner, at times, will readily admit.</p>
+
+<p>Nelson was strongly attached to the 6th Ohio. From his very first
+acquaintance he said he fell in love with it, and his feeling was
+reciprocated, for the 6th was as ardently devoted to him.</p>
+
+<p>At Camp Wickliffe the General was very much annoyed by women coming
+into his camp, and he had given strict orders that none should be
+admitted on the following Sunday, as he intended reviewing the
+division that day. His chagrin and rage can only be imagined by those
+who knew him, when, upon this veritable occasion, he saw at least
+thirty women huddled together, on mares, mules, jacks, jennies, and
+horses. The General rode hastily to Lieutenant Southgate, exclaiming&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Captain Southgate, I thought I ordered that no <span class="pagenum"><a id="page024" name="page024"></a>(p. 024)</span>more of
+those d&mdash;d women should come into my camp. What are they doing here?"</p>
+
+<p>"I promulgated your order, General," replied Captain Southgate.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, by &mdash;&mdash;, what are they here for?" and riding up to the bevy of
+women in lathed and split bonnets, he inquired, in a ferocious manner,
+"What in &mdash;&mdash; are all you women doing here?"</p>
+
+<p>Now, the party was pretty well frightened, but there was one with more
+daring than the rest, who sidled up to the General, and, with what was
+intended to be a smile, (but the General said he never saw a more
+"sardonic grin" in his life,) she answered for the party, and said:</p>
+
+<p class="italic">"Sellin' pies, Gin'ral."</p>
+
+<p>"Selling pies, eh! Selling pies, eh! Let me see 'em; let me see 'em,
+quick!"</p>
+
+<p>The woman untied one end of a bolster-slip, and thrust her arm down
+the sack, and brought forth a specimen of the article, which Nelson
+seized, and vainly endeavored to break. It was like leather. The
+General gave it a sudden twist and broke it in two, when out dropped
+three or four pieces of dried apple.</p>
+
+<p>"By &mdash;&mdash;, madam, you call them pies, do you? Pies, eh! Those things
+are just what are <span class="italic">giving all my boys the colic</span>! Get out of this camp
+every one of you! Clear yourselves!"</p>
+
+<p>The camp was thus cleared of pie-venders, who escaped on the
+double-quick.</p>
+
+<p>General Nelson was a strict disciplinarian, and frequently tested his
+pickets by a personal visit. Upon one occasion he rode through a
+drenching rain to the <span class="pagenum"><a id="page025" name="page025"></a>(p. 025)</span>outposts; it was a dark night, and
+mud and water were knee-deep in some parts of the road. A portion of
+the 2d Kentucky was on guard, and as the General rode up he met the
+stern "Halt" of the sentinel, and the usual "Who comes there?"</p>
+
+<p>"General Nelson," was the reply.</p>
+
+<p>"Dismount, General Nelson, and give the countersign," was the
+sentinel's command.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you know who you are talking to, sir? I tell you I am your
+General, and you have the impudence to order me to dismount, you
+scoundrel!"</p>
+
+<p>"Dismount, and give the countersign, or I will fire upon you," was the
+stern rejoinder.</p>
+
+<p>And Nelson did dismount, and gave the countersign, and at the same
+time inquired the sentinel's name, and to what regiment he belonged.
+The following day the man was sent for, to appear forthwith at
+head-quarters. The soldier went with great trepidation, anticipating
+severe treatment from the General for the previous night's conduct.
+Imagine his surprise when the General invited him in, complimented him
+highly, in the presence of his officers, and requested, if at any time
+he required any service from him, to just mention that he was the
+soldier of the 2d Kentucky who had made him dismount in mud and rain,
+and give the countersign.</p>
+
+<p>On another occasion he was riding along the road, and was accosted by
+two waggish members of the 6th Ohio.</p>
+
+<p>"Hallo! mister," said one of the boys, "won't you take a drink?"</p>
+
+<p>"Where are you soldiers going to?" inquired the General.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page026" name="page026"></a>(p. 026)</span>"O, just over here a little bit."</p>
+
+<p>"What regiment do you belong to?"</p>
+
+<p>"Sixth Ohio."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, get back to your camp, quick!"</p>
+
+<p>The boys, although they knew him well, took advantage of the fact that
+the General displayed no insignia of his rank, and replied:</p>
+
+<p>"They guessed they'd go down the road a bit, first."</p>
+
+<p>"Come back! come back!" shouted the General. "How dare you disobey me?
+Do you know who I am, you scoundrels?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, I don't," said one of the boys; and then, looking impudently and
+inquiringly into his face, said: "<span class="italic">Why! ain't you the wagon-master of
+the 17th Indiana?</span>"</p>
+
+<p>Nelson thought activity the best cure for "<span class="italic">ennui</span>," and consequently
+kept his men busy. One day, calling his officers together, he ordered
+them to prepare immediately for a regular, old-fashioned day's work;
+"for," said he, "there has been so little work done here since the
+rain set in, that I fear <span class="italic">drilling</span> has fallen in the market; but if
+we succeed in keeping up that article, I am sure <span class="italic">cotton</span> must come
+down."</p>
+
+<p>He was exceedingly bitter in his denunciations of the London <span class="italic">Times</span>
+and rebel British sympathizers, remarking to me, one evening, that he
+was exceedingly anxious this war should speedily end, "for," said he,
+"I would like nothing better than to see our people once more united
+as a nation; and then I want fifty thousand men at my command, so that
+I could march them to Canada, and go through those provinces like a
+dose of croton."</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page027" name="page027"></a>(p. 027)</span>I was present at the Galt House, in Louisville, when General
+Nelson was shot by General Davis, and immediately telegraphed the sad
+news to the daily press of Cincinnati. The following was my dispatch:</p>
+
+<div class="p2 quote">
+<p class="center">General Nelson Shot by General Davis.
+
+<p class="left50"><span class="smcap">Louisville</span>, <span class="italic">September 29</span>.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Eds. Times</span>: I just witnessed General Jeff C. Davis shoot
+     General Nelson. It occurred in the Galt House, in the entry
+     leading from the office. The wound is thought to be mortal.</p>
+<p class="left50 smcap">Alf.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="p2 quote">
+<p class="center">Later.&mdash;General Nelson Dead.</p>
+
+<p class="left50"><span class="smcap">Louisville</span>, <span class="italic">September 29</span>, 10 A.M.</p>
+
+<p>General Nelson is dead. I will telegraph particulars as soon
+     as possible.</p>
+<p class="left50 smcap">Alf.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="p2 quote">
+<p class="center">THIRD DISPATCH.</p>
+
+<p class="center">Particulars of the Affair.</p>
+
+<p class="left50"><span class="smcap">Louisville</span>, <span class="italic">September 29</span>, 11 A.M.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Eds. Times</span>: Jefferson C. Davis, of Indiana, went into the
+     Galt House, at half-past eight o'clock this morning. He met
+     General Nelson, and referred to the treatment he had
+     received at his hands in ordering him to Cincinnati. Nelson
+     cursed him, and struck Davis in the face several times.
+     Nelson then retired a few paces, Davis borrowing a pistol
+     from a friend, who, handing it to him, remarked, "It is a
+     Tranter trigger&mdash;be careful."</p>
+
+<p>I had just that moment been in conversation with the
+     General.</p>
+
+<p class="left50 smcap">Alf.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="p2">The particulars were afterward given in a letter, which is here
+inserted:</p>
+
+<p class="left50"><span class="smcap">Louisville</span>, <span class="italic">September 29, 1862</span>.</p>
+
+<p>The greatest excitement of the day has been in discussing the death of
+General Nelson, and the causes which led to the terrible <span class="italic">denouement</span>.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page028" name="page028"></a>(p. 028)</span>Sauntering out in search of an "item"&mdash;my custom always in
+the morning&mdash;I happened to be in the Galt House just as the
+altercation between General Nelson and General Jeff C. Davis was
+reaching its climax, and of which I telegraphed you within ten minutes
+after its occurrence. From what I learn, from parties who saw the
+commencement, it would seem that General Davis felt himself grossly
+insulted by Nelson's overbearing manner at their former meeting; and
+seeing him standing talking to Governor Morton, Davis advanced and
+demanded an explanation, upon which Nelson turned and cursed him,
+calling him an infamous puppy, and using other violent language unfit
+for publication. Upon pressing his demand for an explanation, Nelson,
+who was an immensely powerful and large man, took the back of his hand
+and deliberately slapped General Davis's face. Just at this juncture I
+entered the office. The people congregated there were giving Nelson a
+wide berth. Recognizing the General, I said "Good morning, General,"
+(at this time I was not aware of what had passed). His reply to me
+was: "Did you hear that d&mdash;&mdash;d insolent scoundrel insult me, sir? I
+suppose he don't know me, sir. I'll teach him a lesson, sir." During
+this time he was retiring slowly toward the door leading to the
+ladies' sitting-room. At this moment I heard General Davis ask for a
+weapon, first of a gentleman who was standing near him, and then
+meeting Captain Gibson, who was just about to enter the dining-room,
+he asked him if he had a pistol? Captain Gibson replied, "I always
+carry the article;" and handed one to him, remarking, as Davis walked
+toward Nelson, "It is a Tranter trigger."</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page029" name="page029"></a>(p. 029)</span>Nelson, by this time, reached the hall, and was evidently
+getting out of the way, to avoid further difficulty.</p>
+
+<p>Davis's face was livid, and such a look of mingled indignation,
+mortification, and determination I never before beheld. His hand was
+slowly raised; and, as Nelson advanced, Davis uttered the one word,
+"Halt!" and fired. Nelson, with the bullet in his breast, completed
+the journey up the entire stairs, and then fell. As he reached the
+top, John Allen Crittenden met him and said, "Are you hurt, General?"
+He replied, "Yes, I am, mortally." "Can I do any thing for you?"
+continued Crittenden. "Yes; send for a surgeon and a priest, quick."</p>
+
+<p>A rush was made by the crowd toward the place as soon as he was shot.
+No effort, as far as I can learn, has been made to arrest General
+Davis.</p>
+
+<p>A few minutes after the occurrence I was introduced to the Aid of
+Governor Morton, who told me he saw it all, from the very
+commencement, and that, had not Davis acted as he did, after the gross
+provocation he received, Davis would have deserved to have been shot
+himself.</p>
+
+<p>It is a great pity so brave a man should have had so little control
+over his temper. Although very severe in his discipline and rough in
+his language, the boys of his division were devotedly attached to him,
+<span class="italic">because he was a fighting man</span>. The 6th Ohio, especially, were his
+ardent admirers. He was hated here, bitterly hated, by all
+<span class="italic">Secessionists</span>; this of itself should have endeared him to Union men.</p>
+
+<p>The Louisville <span class="italic">Journal</span>, this afternoon, in speaking of the affair,
+says:</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page030" name="page030"></a>(p. 030)</span>"General Nelson, from the first, thought the wound was a
+mortal one, and expressed a desire to have the Rev. Mr. Talbott, of
+Calvary Church, summoned. This gentleman resides about three miles
+below the city, but was unable to get home on Sunday after service,
+and passed the night at the Galt House. He immediately obeyed the
+summons, as he was well acquainted with the General. The reverend
+gentleman informs us that the dying man spoke no word concerning the
+difficulty, and made no allusion to his temporal affairs, but was
+exceedingly solicitous as to the salvation of his soul, and desired
+Mr. Talbott to perform the rite of baptism, and receive him into the
+bosom of the Church.</p>
+
+<p>"After five minutes' conversation, to ascertain his state of
+preparedness, the clergyman assented to his wish, and the solemn
+ordinance was administered with unusual impressiveness, in the
+presence of Dr. Murray, the medical director, Major-General
+Crittenden, and a few other personal friends. When the service
+concluded, he was calm, and sank into his last sleep quietly, with no
+apparent physical pain, but with some mental suffering. The last
+audible words that he uttered were a prayer for the forgiveness of his
+sins. That appeal was made to Almighty God. Let, then, his
+fellow-mortals be proud of his many virtues, his lofty patriotism, and
+undaunted courage, while they judge leniently of those faults, which,
+had they been curbed, might have been trained into virtues. Let it not
+be said of our friend&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="poem20"><span class="min05em">"'</span>The evil that men do lives after them,<br>
+  The good is oft interred with their bones.'"</p>
+
+<h3><span class="pagenum"><a id="page031" name="page031"></a>(p. 031)</span>The Funeral.</h3>
+
+<p>The funeral of General Nelson took place yesterday afternoon. The
+corpse of the General was incased in a most elegant rosewood coffin,
+mounted with silver. The American flag, that he had so nobly fought
+under at Shiloh, was wrapped about it; his sword, drawn for the last
+time by that once brave hand, lay upon the flag. Bouquets were strewed
+upon the coffin.</p>
+
+<p>Major-General Granger, Major-General McCook, and Major-General
+Crittenden, and Brigadier-General Jackson, assisted by other officers,
+conveyed the remains from the hearse to the church-door, and down the
+aisle. As they entered the building, Dr. Craig commenced reading the
+burial service for the dead. As soon as they reached the pulpit, and
+set down the corpse, the choir chanted a requiem in the most
+impressive manner. Rev. Dr. Craig then read the 15th chapter of the
+First Epistle of St. Paul to the Corinthians, 21st to the 29th verses:</p>
+
+<p class="p2 quote">"For since by man came death, by man came also the
+     resurrection of the dead.</p>
+
+<p class="quote">"For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made
+     alive."</p>
+
+<p class="p2">After the reading of this, the Rev. Mr. Talbott, he whom General
+Nelson had sent for immediately upon being shot, and who had
+administered to his spiritual welfare, and received him into the
+Church, delivered one of the most beautiful and eulogistic discourses
+I ever heard.</p>
+
+<p>He said that the General had been, in private life, one of the most
+congenial and warm-hearted of men; <span class="pagenum"><a id="page032" name="page032"></a>(p. 032)</span>his hand ever open to the
+needy. He had known him well.</p>
+
+<p>The last half-hour of his life was devoted entirely to the salvation
+of his soul; he did not refer to worldly matters. Mr. Talbott told him
+he must forgive all whom he thought had injured him. His reply was,
+"O! I do, I do forgive&mdash;I do forgive. Let me," said Nelson, "be
+baptized quick, for I feel I am fast going."</p>
+
+<p>Mr. T. then administered to him the sacred rite, and in a few minutes,
+conscious to the last, smiling and serene, he passed to "that bourne
+from which no traveler returns."</p>
+
+<p>"A more contrite heart and thorough Christian resignation," said the
+divine, "I never saw."</p>
+
+<p>The discourse over, the body was conveyed again to the hearse.</p>
+
+<p>Lieutenant-Colonel Anderson, of the 6th Ohio, had command of the
+escort, which consisted of two companies of the 2d Ohio, and two
+companies of the 6th, all being from his old and tried division. No
+relatives, I believe, were here, except Captain Davis, a
+foster-brother, belonging to the 2d Minnesota Regiment.</p>
+
+<p>General Nelson's gray horse was led immediately behind the hearse, the
+General's boots reversed and fastened in the stirrups. An artillery
+company and cavalry squadron completed the <span class="italic" lang="fr">cortège</span>, which moved
+slowly down Second Street to the beat of the muffled drum.</p>
+
+<p>He has gone to his long home! Though rash and impetuous at times, we
+must not forget our country has lost a noble defender, a man of true
+courage&mdash;one who was looked up to by his division.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page033" name="page033"></a>(p. 033)</span>To-day he <span class="italic">was</span> to join them; and as I went through the old
+Fourth Division, last Sunday, the boys were all in a jubilee, because
+Nelson was going to be with them, and they remarked, "If he is along,
+he'll take us where <span class="italic">we'll have fighting</span>!"</p>
+
+<p>As I have before told you, everywhere Secessionists are rejoicing at
+his death, and Kentucky ones especially. The Union men of Kentucky
+have lost a noble defender.</p>
+
+<p>Yesterday General Rousseau's division of ten thousand men was
+reviewed. They are a splendid body of men.</p>
+
+<p>There will be no examination of Jeff C. Davis before the civil
+authorities, but the affair is to be investigated by a court-martial.</p>
+
+<p>A singular incident is related of General Nelson. It is said that the
+Rev. Dr. Talbott, who resides a few miles from the city, wished to
+return home on Sunday night last. Nelson refused him the pass. On
+Monday morning it was this reverend gentleman who was sent for by
+Nelson, and received Nelson into the Church, and who performed the
+funeral services to-day.</p>
+
+<p class="left50">Yours, <span class="add3em smcap">Alf.</span></p>
+
+<p class="p2">The gallant Colonel Nick Anderson, who so bravely led the 6th Ohio at
+Shiloh, and more recently at Murfreesboro, in speaking of Nelson,
+says:</p>
+
+<p>"And what is said will be assented to by all who shared his familiar
+moments, that, outside of his military duties, he was a refined
+gentleman. Whatever may be said of his severe dealing with his
+subordinates, his violent manner when reprimanding them, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page034" name="page034"></a>(p. 034)</span>
+every one who knew him will bear witness that it was only to exact
+that iron discipline which makes an army irresistible. His naval
+education, in which discipline is so mercilessly enforced, will
+explain clearly his intensity of manner when preparing his forces for
+the terrible trials of the march or the battle-field. However much he
+was disliked by subordinate and inefficient officers, he was beloved
+by his men, the private soldiers.</p>
+
+<p>"How carefully he looked after all their wants, their clothing, their
+food&mdash;in short, whatever they needed to make them strong and brave!
+for it was a maxim with him, that, unless a man's back was kept warm
+and his stomach well supplied, he could not be relied upon as a
+soldier. All who know Buell's army will bear witness to the splendid
+condition of Nelson's division.</p>
+
+<p>"General Nelson earned his rank as major-general by no mysterious
+influences at head-quarters, but by splendid achievements on the
+battle-field. It has been said that his division was the first to
+enter Nashville; so it was the first in Corinth; but these are the
+poorest of his titles to distinction. It was his success in Eastern
+Kentucky, in destroying the army of General Marshall; and, greatest of
+all, his arrival, by forced marches, at Pittsburg Landing, early
+enough on Sunday afternoon, the 9th of April, to stop the victorious
+progress of General Beauregard, that placed him among his country's
+benefactors and heroes, and which will 'gild his sepulcher, and embalm
+his name.'</p>
+
+<p>"But for Nelson, Grant's army might have been destroyed. His forced
+march, wading deep streams, brought him to the field just in time. An
+hour later, and all might have been lost."</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page035" name="page035"></a>(p. 035)</span>An officer of his division has recounted to me some thrilling
+incidents of that memorable conflict.</p>
+
+<p>"It was nearly sunset when Nelson, at the head of his troops, landed
+on the west bank of the river, in the midst of the conflict. The
+landing and shore of the river, up and down, were covered by five
+thousand of our beaten and demoralized soldiers, whom no appeals or
+efforts could rally. Nelson, with difficulty, forced his way through
+the crowd, shaming them for their cowardice as he passed, and riding
+upon a knoll overlooking his disembarking men, cried out, in
+stentorian tones: 'Colonel A., have you your regiment formed?' 'In a
+moment, General,' was the reply. 'Be quick; time is precious; moments
+are golden.' 'I am ready now, General.' 'Forward&mdash;march!' was his
+command; and the gallant 6th Ohio was led quickly to the field.</p>
+
+<p>"That night Nelson asked Captain Gwynne, of the 'Tyler,' to send him a
+bottle of wine and a box of cigars; 'for to-morrow I will show you a
+man-of-war fight.'</p>
+
+<p>"During the night Buell came up and crossed the river, and by daylight
+next morning our forces attacked Beauregard, and then was fought the
+desperate battle of Shiloh. Up to twelve M. we had gained no decisive
+advantage; in fact, the desperate courage of the enemy had caused us
+to fall back. 'General Buell,' said my informant, 'now came to the
+front, and held a hasty consultation with his Generals. They decided
+to charge the rebels, and drive them back. Nelson rode rapidly to the
+head of his column, his gigantic figure conspicuous to the enemy in
+front, and in a voice that rang like a <span class="pagenum"><a id="page036" name="page036"></a>(p. 036)</span>trumpet over the
+clangor of battle, he called for four of his finest regiments in
+succession&mdash;the 24th Ohio, 36th Indiana, 17th Kentucky, and 6th Ohio.
+'Trail arms; forward; double-quick&mdash;march;' and away, with thundering
+cheers, went those gallant boys. The brave Captain (now
+Brigadier-General) Terrell, who alone was left untouched of all his
+battery, mounted his horse, and, with wild huzzas, rode, with Nelson,
+upon the foe.</p>
+
+<p>"It was the decisive moment; it was like Wellington's 'Up, guards, and
+at them!' The enemy broke, and their retreat commenced. That was the
+happiest moment of my life when Nelson called my regiment to make that
+grand charge.</p>
+
+<p>"Let the country mourn the sad fate of General Nelson. He was a loyal
+Kentuckian; fought gallantly the battles of his Government; earned all
+his distinction by gallant deeds. All his faults were those of a
+commander anxious to secure the highest efficiency of his troops by
+the most rigid discipline of his officers, and in this severe duty he
+has, at last, lost his life.</p>
+
+<p>"His death, after all, was beautiful. He told Colonel Moody, in
+Nashville, that, though he swore much, yet he never went to bed
+without saying his prayers; and now, at last, we find him on his
+death-bed, not criminating or explaining, but seeking the consolations
+of religion. <span class="italic">Requiescat in pace!</span>"<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+
+
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page037" name="page037"></a>(p. 037)</span><a id="chapter3" name="chapter3"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="3">III</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">Description of a Battle &mdash; The 2d Ohio (Colonel Harris) at
+     Perryville &mdash; Major-General McCook's Report &mdash; Major-General
+     Rousseau's Report &mdash; Sketch of Major-General A. McD. McCook.</p>
+
+<p class="poem20">
+<span class="min05em">"Then</span> shook the hills with thunder riven,<br>
+  Then rushed the steeds to battle driven,<br>
+  And, louder than the bolts of heaven,<br>
+  Far flashed the red artillery!"</p>
+
+<p>Many of you have, no doubt, looked upon the field of battle where
+contending hosts have met in deadly strife. But there are those whose
+eyes have never gazed upon so sad a sight; and to such I may be
+enabled to present a picture that will at best give you but a faint
+idea of the terrible reality of a fiercely-contested field.</p>
+
+<p>Imagine thousands upon thousands on either side, spreading over a vast
+expanse of ground, each armed with all the terrible machinery of
+modern warfare, and striving to gain the advantage of their opponents
+by some particular movement, studied long by those learned in the art
+of war.</p>
+
+<p>Then comes the clang of battle; steel meets steel, drinking the blood
+of contending foes. The sabers flash and glitter in the sunlight,
+descending with terrible force upon devoted heads, which were once
+pillowed <span class="pagenum"><a id="page038" name="page038"></a>(p. 038)</span>on the bosoms of fond and devoted mothers. Jove's
+dread counterfeit is heard on every hand; the balls and shells go
+whistling and screaming by, the most terrible music to ears not
+properly attuned to the melody of war. Thousands sink upon the ground
+overpowered, to be trodden under foot of the flying steed, or their
+bones to be left whitening the incarnadined field. Blows fall thick
+and heavy on every hand. The cries of the wounded and the orders of
+the commanders mingle together; and, to the uninitiated, all appears
+"confusion worse confounded."</p>
+
+<p>But there is a method in all this <span class="italic">seeming</span> madness; and that which
+appears confusion is the result of well-laid plans. But as there is
+"many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip," so there are slips in the
+actions of the best regulated armies. Gunpowder, shot, shell, and
+steel are not always to be implicitly relied upon: even they sometimes
+fail in carrying out what were conceded to be designs infallible; so
+true it is that "man proposes, <span class="italic">but God disposes</span>."</p>
+
+<p>It has been my province to witness battles wherein Western men were
+the heroes; and that Western men will fight, has been pretty well
+authenticated during the present war. I have noticed the brave conduct
+of the gallant troops, the fighting boys of the various regiments of
+the West, and have never known them to falter in the hour of danger.
+They left their homes totally uneducated in warfare; they are now
+veterans&mdash;each a hero.</p>
+
+<p>The conduct of the 2d Ohio at Perryville is spoken of thus by a
+correspondent:</p>
+
+<p>"The brigade of Len Harris was in the center, and <span class="pagenum"><a id="page039" name="page039"></a>(p. 039)</span>met the
+shock simultaneously with the left and right. The whole brigade was in
+the open fields, with the rebels in the woods before them. Long and
+gallantly did they sustain their exposed positions. An Illinois
+regiment, of Terrell's brigade, flying from the field, ran through
+this brigade, with terrible cries of defeat and disaster; but the
+gallant boys of the 2d Ohio and 38th Indiana only laughed at them, as,
+lying down, they were literally run over by the panic-stricken
+Illinoisans. Hardly had they disappeared in the woods in Harris's rear
+when the rebels appeared in the woods in his front. At the same time
+Rousseau came galloping along the line, and they received him with
+cheers, and the rebels with a terrible fire. Terrible was the shock on
+this part of the line, but gallant was the resistance. Up the hill
+came the rebels, and made as gallant a charge as ever was met by brave
+men. But, O! so terrible and bloody was the repulse! Along the line of
+the 2d Ohio and 38th Indiana and Captain Harris's battery, I saw a
+simultaneous cloud of smoke arise. One moment I waited. The cloud
+arose, and revealed the broken column of rebels flying from the field,
+but, in the distance, a second rapidly advancing. The shout that arose
+from our men drowned the roar of cannon, and sent dismay into the
+retreating, broken column."</p>
+
+<p>In Major-General McCook's report of that battle, he says it was "<span class="italic">the
+bloodiest battle in modern times</span> for the number of troops engaged on
+our side," and "the battle was principally fought by <span class="italic">Rousseau's
+division</span>; and if there are, or ever were, better soldiers than the
+old troops engaged, I have neither seen nor read of <span class="pagenum"><a id="page040" name="page040"></a>(p. 040)</span>them."
+Speaking of the new troops, General McCook points out those under the
+command of Colonel Harris, saying: "For instance, in the Ninth
+Brigade, where the 2d and 33d Ohio, 68th Indiana, and 10th Wisconsin
+fought so well, I was proud to see the 94th and 98th Ohio vie with
+their brethren in deeds of heroism." The 94th and 98th were new
+troops, and the example of the old soldiers in Colonel Harris's
+brigade, and the distinguished courage and good judgment of the
+Colonel, gave them confidence, and they stood in the storm like
+veterans.</p>
+
+<h3>General Rousseau's Report of the Battle.</h3>
+
+<p>... "I then returned to Harris's brigade, hearing that the enemy was
+close upon him, and found that the 33d Ohio had been ordered further
+to the front by General McCook, and was then engaged with the enemy,
+and needed support. General McCook, in person, ordered the 2d Ohio to
+its support, and sent directions to me to order up the 24th Illinois
+also, Captain Mauf commanding. I led the 24th Illinois, in line of
+battle, immediately forward, and it was promptly deployed as
+skirmishers by its commander, and went gallantly into action, on the
+left of the 33d Ohio. The 2d Ohio, moving up to support the 33d Ohio,
+was engaged before it arrived on the ground where the 33d was
+fighting. The 38th Indiana, Colonel B. F. Scribner commanding, then
+went gallantly into action, on the right of the 2d Ohio. Then followed
+in support the 94th Ohio, Colonel Frizell. I wish here to say that
+this regiment, although new, and but few weeks in the <span class="pagenum"><a id="page041" name="page041"></a>(p. 041)</span>
+service, behaved most gallantly, under the steady lead of its brave
+Colonel Frizell. Colonel Harris's whole brigade&mdash;Simonson's battery on
+its right&mdash;was repeatedly assailed by overwhelming numbers, but
+gallantly held its position. The 38th Indiana and 2d Ohio, after
+exhausting their ammunition and that taken from the boxes of the dead
+and wounded on the field, still held their position, as did also, I
+believe, the 10th Wisconsin and 33d Ohio. For this gallant conduct
+these brave men are entitled to the gratitude of the country, and I
+thank them here, as I did on the field of battle....</p>
+
+<p>"I had an opportunity of seeing and knowing the conduct of Colonel
+Starkweather, of the Twenty-eighth Brigade, Colonel Harris, of the
+Ninth Brigade, and of the officers and men under their command, and I
+can not speak too highly of their bravery and gallantry on that
+occasion. They did, cheerfully and with alacrity, all that brave men
+could do...."</p>
+
+<p>"I herewith transmit the reports of Colonels Starkweather, Harris, and
+Pope, and also a list of casualties in my division, amounting, in all,
+to 1,950 killed and wounded. My division was about 7,000 strong when
+it went into the action. We fought the divisions of Anderson,
+Cheatham, and Buckner.</p>
+
+<p>"I am, very respectfully, your obedient servant,</p>
+
+<p class="left50">"<span class="smcap">Lovell H. Rousseau.</span>"</p>
+
+<p class="p2">It will not be amiss here to give a brief outline of the early
+history, coming down to a recent date, of the renowned hero,
+Major-General <span class="smcap">A. McD. McCook</span>, United States Volunteers.</p>
+
+<p>He was born in Columbiana County, Ohio, April <span class="pagenum"><a id="page042" name="page042"></a>(p. 042)</span>22, 1831. At
+the age of sixteen he entered the Military Academy at West Point, as a
+cadet. He graduated in July, 1852, and was commissioned Brevet Second
+Lieutenant, in the 3d Regiment United States Infantry. After being
+assigned to duty for a few months, at Newport Barracks, Ky., he was
+ordered, in April, 1853, to join his regiment, then serving in the
+Territory of New Mexico. Here he remained nearly five years,
+constantly on active duty in the field, and participating in all the
+Indian campaigns on that wild and remote frontier. His long services
+and good conduct were mentioned in General Orders by
+Lieutenant-General Winfield Scott. In January, 1858, he was ordered
+from New Mexico to West Point, and assigned to duty in the Military
+Academy, as instructor in Tactics and the Art of War. On the breaking
+out of the rebellion he was relieved from duty there, and ordered, in
+April, 1861, to Columbus, Ohio, to muster in volunteers. Before his
+arrival there he was elected Colonel of the 1st Ohio Volunteers, a
+three-months regiment, already on its way to the seat of war in
+Virginia; and hastening to join the command, to which he was elected
+without his knowledge or solicitation, soon had an opportunity of
+exhibiting those admirable qualities as a field-officer for which he
+has since become so justly distinguished. His coolness in the
+unfortunate affair at Vienna, and his consummate military skill in the
+management of his command at Bull Run, were universally commended. At
+the close of that eventful conflict he marched his regiment back to
+Centerville in the same good order in which it had left there, an
+honorable exception to the wide-spread <span class="pagenum"><a id="page043" name="page043"></a>(p. 043)</span>confusion and
+disorder that prevailed elsewhere among the National forces.</p>
+
+<p>When the three-months troops were mustered out of the service he
+received permission to raise the 1st Regiment Ohio Volunteers, a
+three-years regiment; but on the 3d of September, 1861, and before his
+command was ready to take the field, he was appointed
+Brigadier-General of Volunteers, and assigned to command the advance
+of the Federal forces then in Kentucky, at Camp Nevin. Here, and at
+Green River, he organized his splendid Second Division, with which he
+afterward marched to Nashville, and thence toward the Tennessee River.</p>
+
+<p>On the 6th of April, 1862, alarmed by the sullen sound of distant
+artillery, and learning the precarious situation of Grant's army, he
+moved his division, over desperate roads, twenty-two miles, to
+Savannah, and there embarked on steamboats for Pittsburg Landing.
+After clearing a way with the bayonet through the army of stragglers
+that swarmed upon the bank of the river, soon after daylight on the
+morning of the 7th of April, the Second Division of the Army of the
+Ohio advanced through the sad scenes of our defeat the day before, and
+deployed, with stout hearts and cheers, upon the field of Shiloh.
+General McCook fought his troops that day with admirable judgment. He
+held them in hand; his line of battle was not once broken&mdash;it was not
+once retired; but was steadily and determinedly advanced until the
+enemy fled, and the reverse of the day before was more than redeemed
+by a splendid victory.</p>
+
+<p>In the movement on Corinth, a few weeks after the <span class="pagenum"><a id="page044" name="page044"></a>(p. 044)</span>battle of
+Shiloh, General McCook had the honor of being in the advance of
+General Buell's army corps, and his skirmishers were among the first
+to scale the enemy's works.</p>
+
+<p>The rank of major-general of volunteers was soon after conferred upon
+him, in view of his distinguished services&mdash;a promotion not
+undeserved.</p>
+
+<p>After the evacuation of Corinth, the command of General McCook was
+moved through Northern Alabama to Huntsville, thence to Battle Creek,
+where his forces remained for two months, in front of Bragg's army at
+Chattanooga. Upon the withdrawal of Buell's army from Alabama and
+Tennessee, General McCook moved his division, by a long march of four
+hundred miles, back to Louisville.</p>
+
+<p>Here he was assigned to command the First Corps in the Army of the
+Ohio, and started on a new campaign, under Buell, in pursuit of Bragg.
+The enemy were met and engaged near Perryville, and two divisions of
+McCook's corps (one of them composed of raw recruits) bore the assault
+of almost the entire army of General Bragg. The unexpected and
+unannounced withdrawal of General Gilbert's forces on his right; the
+sad and early loss of those two noble soldiers, Terrell and Jackson,
+and the tardiness of reinforcements, made the engagement a desperate
+one, and resulted in a victory, incomplete but honorable, to the Union
+forces. After the battle of Chaplin Hills, Bragg's army, worn and
+broken, fled in dismay from Kentucky. The army corps of Major-General
+McCook was afterward moved to Nashville, and he assumed command of the
+Federal forces in that vicinity.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page045" name="page045"></a>(p. 045)</span>On the 6th of November, 1862, on the arrival of Major-General
+Rosecrans, who succeeded Major-General Buell in command, General
+McCook was assigned to command the right wing in the Department of the
+Cumberland. On the 26th of December, 1862, the Army of the Cumberland
+moved from Nashville to attack the enemy in position in front of
+Murfreesboro. General McCook commanded the right. On the evening of
+December 30 the two armies were in line of battle, confronting each
+other. Rosecrans had massed his reserves on the left, to crush the
+rebel right with heavy columns, and turn their position. Bragg,
+unfortunately, learning of his dispositions during the night, massed
+almost his entire army in front of McCook, and in the gray of the
+following morning, and before we had attacked on the left, advanced
+with desperate fury upon the right wing. Outnumbered, outflanked, and
+overpowered, the right was forced to retire, not, however, until its
+line of battle was marked with the evidences of its struggle and the
+fearful decimation of the enemy. To check the advancing rebel masses,
+already flushed with anticipated victory, the Federal reserves moved
+rapidly to the rescue. The furious onslaught of the enemy was
+resisted, and the right and the fortunes of the day were saved.</p>
+
+<p>The rebels, whipped on the left and center, checked on the right,
+foiled in every attack, having lost nearly one-third of their numbers,
+fled from the field on the night of the 3d of January, and the
+victorious Union army advanced through their intrenchments into
+Murfreesboro. The great battle of Stone River, dearly won, and
+incomplete in its results, was yet a victory.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page046" name="page046"></a>(p. 046)</span>The right was turned and forced to retire in the first day's
+fight. Whether this was attributable to accidental causes, that decide
+so many important engagements, or to the superior generalship of the
+rebel commander, it is at least certain that generalship was not
+wanting in the disposition of the forces under General McCook; nor was
+courage wanting in his troops.</p>
+
+<p>Major-General McCook now commands the Twentieth Army Corps.<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page047" name="page047"></a>(p. 047)</span><a id="chapter4" name="chapter4"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="4">IV</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">Looking for the Body of a Dead Nephew on the Field of
+     Murfreesboro &mdash; The 6th Ohio at Murfreesboro &mdash; The Dead of
+     the 6th &mdash; The 35th Indiana &mdash; Putting Contrabands to Some
+     Service &mdash; Anxiety of Owners to Retain their Slaves &mdash;
+     Conduct of a Mistress &mdash; "Don't Shoot, Massa, here I Is!" &mdash;
+     Kidd's Safeguard &mdash; "Always Been a Union Man" &mdash; Negroes
+     Exhibiting their Preference for their Friends.</p>
+
+<p>On the gory field of Murfreesboro, upon the ushering in of the new
+year, many a noble life was ebbing away. It was a rainy, dismal night;
+and, on traversing that field, I saw many a spot sacred to the memory
+of my loved companions of the glorious 6th Ohio. I incidentally heard
+of the death of a nephew in that fight. I thought of his poor mother.
+How could I break the news to her! Yes, there was I, surrounded by
+hundreds of dead and wounded, <span class="italic">pitying the living</span>. O, how true it is
+that&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="quote">
+  Death's swift, unerring dart brings to its victim calm and peaceful rest,<br>
+  While those <span class="italic">who live</span> mourn and live on&mdash;the arrow in their breast!</p>
+
+<p>With anxious haste I sought his body during that night. Many an
+upturned face, some with pleasing smile, and others with vengeance
+depicted, seemed to meet my gaze.</p>
+
+<p>Stragglers told me to go further to the left. "There's where
+Crittenden's boys gave 'em h&mdash;l!" Just to the <span class="pagenum"><a id="page048" name="page048"></a>(p. 048)</span>right of the
+railroad I found young Stephens, of the 24th Ohio. His leg was
+shattered. He called me by name, and begged me to get him some water,
+as he was perishing. I went back to the river, stripped three or four
+dead of their canteens, and filled them, and returned. He told me that
+young Tommy Burnett was only wounded. He saw him carried back. This
+relieved my anxiety. The next day the dead were buried. There, amid
+the shot and shell and other <span class="italic">debris</span> of the battle-field, the dead
+heroes of the 6th lie, until the last trump shall call.</p>
+
+<p>A few days afterward I met one of the officers of that regiment. Of
+him I eagerly inquired as to its fate. A tear fell from his manly eye
+as he exclaimed, "O, sad enough, Alf! Our boys were terribly cut up;
+but they fought like tigers&mdash;no flinching there; no falling out of
+line; shoulder to shoulder they stood amid the sheeted flame; and,
+though pressed by almost overwhelming numbers, no blanched cheek, no
+craven look, not the slightest token of fear was visible. The boys
+were there to do or die. They were Ohio boys, and felt a pride in
+battling for their country and her honor." And when I asked of names
+familiar, the loss, indeed, seemed fearful. "What became," said I, "of
+Olly Rockenfield?" "Dead!" was the reply. "And George Ridenour?"
+"Wounded&mdash;can not live!"</p>
+
+<p>Dave Medary, a perfect pet of the regiment, a boy so childlike, so
+quiet in his deportment, yet with as brave a heart as Julius
+Cæsar&mdash;<span class="smcap">Little Dave</span> was killed! I saw his grave a few days after. It
+was half a mile to the left of the railroad; and, although it was
+January, the leaves of the prairie-rose were full and <span class="pagenum"><a id="page049" name="page049"></a>(p. 049)</span>green,
+bending over him as if in mourning for the early dead.</p>
+
+<p>Jack Colwell&mdash;few of the typos of Cincinnati but knew Jack, or <span class="smcap">Add</span>, as
+he was frequently called&mdash;poor Jack died from want of attention! His
+wound was in the leg, below the knee. I saw him a week after the
+battle, and the ball was not yet extracted.</p>
+
+<p>Adjutant Williams, Lieutenant Foster, Captain McAlpin, Captain Tinker,
+Lieutenant Schaeffer, young Montaldo, Harry Simmonds, A. S. Shaw, John
+Crotty, and many others, were wounded or killed in the terrific storm
+of shot and shell sent by the rebel horde under Breckinridge. At one
+time every standard-bearer was wounded, and for a moment the flag of
+the 6th lay in the dust; but Colonel Anderson seized it and waved it
+in proud defiance, wounded though he was. The Colonel soon found
+claimants for the flag, and had to give it up to those to whose proud
+lot it fell to defend it.</p>
+
+<p>O! the wild excitement of a fight! How completely carried away men
+become by enthusiasm! They know no danger; they see none&mdash;are
+oblivious to every thing but <span class="italic">hope of victory</span>! Men behold their boon
+companions fall, yet onward they dash with closed ranks, themselves
+the next victims.</p>
+
+<p>There are few in the Army of the Cumberland who have not heard of the
+35th Indiana, commanded by Colonel Mullen, of Madison, and as fine an
+Irish regiment as ever trod the poetic sod of the Emerald Isle. On
+their march up from Huntsville, Alabama, toward Louisville, Kentucky,
+on the renowned parallel run between Buell and Bragg, the command were
+short of provisions. <span class="italic">Half-rations</span> were considered a rarity.
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page050" name="page050"></a>(p. 050)</span>Father Cony, who is at all times assiduous in his duties to
+his flock, had called his regiment together, and was instilling into
+their minds the necessity of their trusting in Providence. He spoke of
+Jesus feeding the multitude upon three barley loaves and five small
+fishes. Just at this juncture an excitable, stalwart son of Erin arose
+and shouted: "Bully for him! He's the man we want for the
+<span class="italic">quarter-master of this regiment</span>!"</p>
+
+<p>Early in January General Rosecrans issued his orders that all the men
+that could possibly be spared from detail duty should be immediately
+placed into the ranks, and that negroes should be "conscripted" or
+captured to take their places as teamsters, blacksmiths, cooks, etc.
+By this means the Third Division of the Army of the Cumberland, then
+under General James B. Steadman, was increased eight hundred men&mdash;men
+acclimated&mdash;men who could shoulder a musket. This was all done in less
+than three weeks. The negroes were all taken from rebel plantations.</p>
+
+<p>One morning Colonel Vandeveer, of the 35th Ohio, commanding the Third
+Brigade, sent an orderly to my tent to inquire if I would not like to
+accompany an excursion into the enemy's country. As items were scarce,
+I at once assented; and, although scarce daybreak, off we went. The
+Colonel informed me that, as I was a good judge of darkeys, General
+Steadman had advised my going with the party.</p>
+
+<p>We called first at Mrs. Carmichael's, and got two boys, aged,
+respectively, fifteen and seventeen. Mrs. Carmichael begged, and,
+finally, wept quite bitterly at the prospect of losing her boys&mdash;said
+those were all she had left&mdash;(she had sent the others South). She
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page051" name="page051"></a>(p. 051)</span>plead with us not to take "them boys"&mdash;said "they wern't no
+account&mdash;couldn't do nothing nohow." But the <span class="italic">mother</span> of these boys
+told our men a different story, and begged us to take the boys, "For,"
+said she, "dey does all de plantin' corn and tendin' in de feel. Dey's
+my chill'n, and if I never sees 'em agin, I want de satisfaction of
+knowin' <span class="italic">dey is free</span>!"</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Carmichael's supplications for the negroes not to be taken from
+her were quite pitiful. She said they had been <span class="italic">allers</span> raised <span class="italic">jest</span>
+like as they were her own flesh and blood, and she just <span class="italic">keered</span> for
+'em the same. But, as Mrs. Carmichael had two sons in the rebel army,
+the boys were taken. Upon the first order to come with us they seemed
+delighted, which caused the mistress to become very wrathy. I told the
+boys to go to their cabin and get their blankets, as they would need
+them. Judge my surprise when this <span class="italic">kind-hearted</span> woman, who had just
+informed me that she had "allers treated them boys as if they were her
+own flesh and blood"&mdash;this woman seized the blankets from the
+half-naked boys, and fairly shrieked at them: "You nasty, dirty little
+nigger thieves! if them Yankees want to steal you, let 'em find you in
+blankets; <span class="italic">I'm not a-going to do it!</span>" I merely inquired if that was
+the way in which she treated <span class="italic">her other children</span>&mdash;those in the <span class="smcap">rebel</span>
+<span class="italic">army</span>?</p>
+
+<p>From thence we went to Mrs. Kidd's, who had a husband and two sons in
+the rebel service. On our approach she endeavored to secrete some of
+the blacks, <span class="italic">but they</span> wouldn't "<span class="italic">stay hid</span>." The cause of the visit
+was explained. The rebels had been driving most of the likely negroes
+South. They were using them <span class="pagenum"><a id="page052" name="page052"></a>(p. 052)</span>against the Government; and it
+was thought, by some, that they might as well work for as <span class="italic">against</span>
+the <span class="smcap">Union</span>. They were raising their crops, running their mills,
+manufacturing their army-wagons, etc., besides supporting the families
+of the rebels, thus placing every able-bodied white man of the South
+in the hands of the government. The Federal service needed teamsters
+and hospital nurses and cooks.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Kidd seemed quite a reasonable woman&mdash;said she thought she
+understood the policy of the North, and that the South knew that
+<span class="italic">slavery</span> was their strength. I made the remark, that, probably, if
+her husband knew she would be left without help, perhaps he would be
+induced to return and respect the old flag that had at all times,
+while he was loyal to it, defended him.</p>
+
+<p>This little speech on my part elicited a rejoinder from a young miss,
+a daughter of Mrs. Kidd, sixteen or seventeen years of age, who
+flirted around, and with a nose that reached the altitude of at least
+"eighty-seven" degrees, exclaimed&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"I don't want my <span class="smcap">par</span> nor my brothers to come home not till every one
+of you <span class="italic">Yankees</span> is driven from our sile!"</p>
+
+<p>Some of the boys were busy hunting for a secreted negro, one whom this
+young lady had stored away for safety. A soldier opened a smoke-house
+door, at which the young Secesh fairly yelled&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"There aint no nigger there! You Yankees haint a bit o' sense! You
+don't know a smoke-house from a hut, nohow!"</p>
+
+<p>Supposing the negro, who we felt almost sure was there, might possibly
+have escaped, we were about retiring <span class="pagenum"><a id="page053" name="page053"></a>(p. 053)</span>with those already
+collected, when I suggested, loud enough for any one to hear about the
+building, that the whole squad should pour a volley through that
+rickety old dormer-window that projected from the room, when, much to
+our astonishment, and amid roars of laughter, appeared a woolly head,
+white eye-balls distended, the darkey yelling loud and fast&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">Don't shoot, massa</span>! don't shoot! <span class="smcap">here I is</span>! I's a comin'! De missus
+made me clime on dis roof. I wants to go wid you folks anyhow!"</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Crossman's plantation was then visited; but, as the rebels had
+driven him away because of his Unionism, and taken his horses, his
+property was undisturbed by us.</p>
+
+<p>From thence we visited Nolinsville&mdash;met a gang of twenty
+"likely-looking boys," stout, healthy fellows, who had clubbed
+together to come to the Union camp. They told us the rebs were only
+four miles off, "scriptin' all the niggers dar was in de fields, and
+a-runnin' 'em South." These were added to our stock in trade.</p>
+
+<p>On our way back, a couple of old, sour-looking <span class="smcap">WOMEN</span> were standing on
+the steps that were built for them to <span class="italic">climb</span> a <span class="italic">fence</span>, who, seeing
+so many blacks, inquired what we were taking them for. "To work," was
+the reply. "The rebels were about to run them South, and we wanted
+them to work for us."</p>
+
+<p>"Now who told you that?" they inquired.</p>
+
+<p>"The negroes themselves, madam. Many of them came voluntarily, to
+escape being sent South."</p>
+
+<p>"O, yes! you Federals git your information from the <span class="italic">niggers
+altogether</span>."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, madam!" facetiously replied Captain Dickerson, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page054" name="page054"></a>(p. 054)</span>of the
+2d Minnesota Regiment, "that's a fact. All the <span class="italic">reliable</span> information
+does come from them."</p>
+
+<p>On our homeward trip we called at what is known as "Kidd's Mills,"
+between Concord Church and Nolinsville. There were there quite a
+number employed upon the lumber and grist. A selection was made from
+the lot. They <span class="italic">all</span> wanted to come, but some were too young, and
+others too <span class="italic">old</span>.</p>
+
+<p>Old man Kidd said he had a "safeguard from the Gineral. The Gineral
+had been up to see his darters, Delilah and Susan, and give him a
+safeguard." Upon examination it was found to be a mere request.
+Requests don't stand in military (not arbitrary enough). Then the old
+man declared he had always been a Union man&mdash;"allers said this war
+wern't no good&mdash;that the South had better stand by the old flag."</p>
+
+<p>I at once told him if <span class="italic">such was the case</span> he was all right&mdash;to just
+get his horse and come with me, and if he had "<span class="italic">allers</span>" been a
+"<span class="italic">Union man</span>" or a non-combatant, why, they would all be returned to
+him.</p>
+
+<p>The negroes were grouped around with anxious faces, and with rather
+astonished looks; and, as Mr. Kidd went to the stable, a venerable,
+white-haired old darkey, who had been told to stand back&mdash;he was too
+old to join the Union teamsters&mdash;came forward, and begged to be taken.
+"Why, I does heap o' work. I tends dis mill; I drives a team fustrate.
+<span class="italic">Please take de ole man</span>, and let him <span class="italic">die free</span>!"</p>
+
+<p>Another negro, too old to take, spoke up and said: "What was dat de
+old man Kidd told you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why," I replied, "he said he had always been a Union man."</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page055" name="page055"></a>(p. 055)</span>"<span class="smcap">De Lor' bress my soul!</span> Did he say dat <span class="italic">he</span> was a Union man?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes!"</p>
+
+<p>"Well! well! well! Dat he was a Union man! Well! well! well! And he's
+gwine to de Gineral for to tell him dat; and dat ole man is a member
+ob de Church! Well! well! well! Why, look heah, my Men', when de rebs
+was here only a few weeks ago&mdash;when dey was here, dat ole man got on
+his white hoss, and took de seceshum flag, and rode, and rode, and
+waved dat rebel flag and shouted, and more dan hollered for Jeff
+Davis, and <span class="italic">now</span> he Union man! He wants de Gineral to gib up dese here
+colored people&mdash;<span class="italic">dat's what's de matter wid him</span>!"</p>
+
+<p>In an hour after we arrived in camp, sure enough, the old Kidd and
+other parties were there, expecting or hoping to get their darkeys
+back; but General Steadman told them if the negroes <span class="italic">wished</span> to
+return, they could do so, but, if they chose rather to work for "<span class="smcap">Uncle
+Sam</span>," why, his orders were to use them.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, <span class="italic">Gineral</span>, you just tell my niggers that they can go home with
+me," said Kidd.</p>
+
+<p>"O! they can if they want to." So, out goes Kidd, smiling as a "basket
+of chips."</p>
+
+<p>"Boys, the Gineral says you can all go home <span class="italic">with me</span>."</p>
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">If you want to</span>," was my addition <span class="italic">to his sentence</span>.</p>
+
+<p>Not a negro stirred from the line. After a brief consultation, in an
+under tone, at which Kidd, I noticed, was becoming very impatient,
+Kidd broke the quietude by saying:</p>
+
+<p>"Come on, boys&mdash;come, Jim."</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page056" name="page056"></a>(p. 056)</span>Jim looked over to Bob and said: "Bob, what are you going to
+do?"</p>
+
+<p>"Me! Ise gwine to stay for de <span class="smcap">Union</span>!"</p>
+
+<p>Old man Kidd looked beaten. "Well, Jim, what will <span class="italic">you</span> do?"</p>
+
+<p>"O! I does what Bob does!"</p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">This same old Kidd</span> had been in the habit of going over the country
+enlisting recruits for the rebel service&mdash;telling them that he was an
+old man, or he would go himself; that the old folks expected to be
+taxed to take care of the soldiers' families; that if they wanted corn
+or any thing from his mill, while they were in the army, to come and
+get it. By such language he induced several men, who had only small
+families, to enlist. One of them was indebted to Kidd about thirteen
+dollars, and after he had been in the army a month or two, Kidd dunned
+him for the old bill, remarking:</p>
+
+<p>"Well, John, you're in the army now, gittin' your regular pay
+now&mdash;guess you can pay that little bill now, can't you?"<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page057" name="page057"></a>(p. 057)</span><a id="chapter5" name="chapter5"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="5">V</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">Cutting Down a Rebel's Reserved Timber &mdash; Home Again &mdash;
+     Loomis and his Coldwater Battery &mdash; Secession Poetry &mdash;
+     Heavy Joke on an "Egyptian" Regiment.</p>
+
+<p>Just after General Schofield took command of the Third Division, Roddy
+Patterson, aided by a division of infantry, made his appearance near
+our camp, and, as we were weak in numbers, fortifications were erected
+in every direction, trenches dug, and efforts made to place the troops
+in the best trim to give the rebs a "fine reception."</p>
+
+<p>There was one splendid piece of timber-land that might possibly come
+in possession of the rebels and do us much mischief. General Schofield
+ordered it cleared, and soon twelve hundred axes were resounding
+through the vast forest, and Abe's rail-splitters were at work forming
+"<span lang="fr">abatis</span>" from the fallen trees, while earthworks commanding the
+position were soon erected.</p>
+
+<p>Captain Stinchcomb was the provost-marshal of the division, and old
+man Jordan was in the habit of going to him with all his grievances.
+The soldiers had made an awful gap in his <span class="italic">reserved</span> timber before he
+found it out; but, as soon as he did so, he made for head-quarters,
+and found the Captain at dinner.</p>
+
+<h3 class="normal italic smaller"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page058" name="page058"></a>(p. 058)</span>Scene I&mdash;Act 1&mdash;Enter Old Man.</h3>
+
+<p>"Look a-heah, Gineral Stinchcomb, them boys of yourn is cuttin' all my
+timber down!"</p>
+
+<p>Captain Stinchcomb, affecting great surprise, exclaimed, "Is it
+possible! is it possible!"</p>
+
+<p>"Y-a-a-a-s; all my <span class="italic">resarve, too</span>! There! there! do you hear that?
+Them's trees a-fallin', and them's the boys yellin' as they fall."</p>
+
+<p>"What are they cutting them for, Mr. Jordan?"</p>
+
+<p>"God only knows! I don't. I think just for to be doin' mischief.
+<span class="italic">Nauen</span> else in this world."</p>
+
+<p>"Why didn't you stop them?" inquired Stinchcomb.</p>
+
+<p>"O! kase I was afeared. There! there! do you hear that agin? Them's my
+trees!"</p>
+
+<p>"Well, you'd better go right down and order them to stop."</p>
+
+<p>"O, no, Gineral. It wouldn't do a bit of good. Them there boys would
+<span class="italic">just cuss the life out of me</span>. They only laugh at me. Won't you
+please go and have it stopped? Won't you?"</p>
+
+<p>Suffice it to say, when Captain S. got there <span class="italic">it was too late</span>.</p>
+
+<p>There are many little incidents connected with the army, which, being
+jotted down in my "day-book," during service, belong to the public.</p>
+
+<p>"Home Again" is a song ever joyous to the soldier, and I remember a
+little incident in relation to that song and a serenading party of
+"young and festive cusses" belonging to Uncle Sam's service.</p>
+
+<p>There is residing near Murfreesboro a Secession family consisting of a
+rebel widow and four sprightly daughters.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page059" name="page059"></a>(p. 059)</span>Now, our "blue-coats" are proverbial for their gallantry in
+presence of the ladies, and the Secesh girls smile as benignly upon a
+Federal soldier, if he be good-looking, as they would upon the most
+ultra fire-eater of the South. The mothers don't like this&mdash;but
+mothers can't help themselves in many instances. Our boys will visit
+and enjoy a lively chat with the girls whenever occasion offers. A
+quartette, of fine vocal abilities, belonging to the gallant
+Rousseau's division, had practiced several beautiful ballads,
+preparatory to a grand serenade to the daughters of the buxom widow.</p>
+
+<p>Night threw her mantle o'er the earth just as the serenaders started
+upon their expedition. Arriving in dew course of time, they commenced
+their melodies. The moon was peeping out from behind the far-distant
+hill as they commenced,</p>
+
+<p class="poem center">"Roll on, silver moon,"</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">at which I suggested to the party there should be a big premium, just
+now, on "<span class="italic">silver</span> moons." The serenaders smiled grimly, in token of
+admiration of the "<span class="italic">goak</span>," and commenced&mdash;</p>
+
+<p class="poem10"><span class="min1em">"Thine</span> eyes, like the stars that are gleaming,<br>
+    Have entered the depths of my soul."</p>
+
+<p>Now, the repetition of "my soul" sounded to me exactly like mice-hole,
+and I suggested the propriety of substituting a rat-hole, at which
+several became wrathy, and proposed a mustard-plaster for my head.</p>
+
+<p>The young ladies, aroused from their nocturnal slumbers, glided like
+sylphs to the windows, and threw several bouquets to the "gallant
+choristers," after the <span class="pagenum"><a id="page060" name="page060"></a>(p. 060)</span>reception of which, and sundry
+pressures to fond hearts of the "beautiful flowers," the quartette
+commenced the song of "Home Again," etc., and</p>
+
+<p class="poem10">"O, it fills my soul with joy, to meet my friends once more."</p>
+
+<p>This brought the widow to the window, who, hastily flinging back the
+shutter, screamed out, at the top of her voice: "If it will give you
+Yankees any greater joy to get home than it will me, I hope to
+gracious you'll stop your confounded noise and go home and meet your
+friends, for you've got none here."</p>
+
+<p>This was a bomb-shell thrown right at the party, and such a crouching
+down and gradual sliding off you can scarcely imagine. To be led, as
+'t were, to the seventh heaven of bliss by the fair daughters'
+presentation of beautiful bouquets, and then to have all their hopes
+blasted by the termagant voice of the mamma! If any of my readers ever
+visit Rousseau's division and inquire for the serenaders, my word for
+it, the gentlemen concerned will have no recollection of the serenade.</p>
+
+<p>Colonel Loomis, whose name is now engraven in history, and whose
+battery is mentioned with pride everywhere in the Army of the
+Cumberland, was, during the Virginia campaign, <span class="italic">Captain</span> Loomis. He
+was late Chief of Artillery upon Rousseau's staff. Captain Loomis,
+with his train, arrived in Cincinnati one Sunday morning, on his way
+to the Army of Virginia. Upon each caisson and every piece of
+artillery was plainly painted "Coldwater Battery."</p>
+
+<p>Services in a church on Sixth Street were just concluded, and the
+warlike array attracted the congregation's <span class="pagenum"><a id="page061" name="page061"></a>(p. 061)</span>attention, and
+the rather splendid figure of the young though "venerable-looking"
+Captain Loomis demanded a large share of attention. The pastor of the
+church introduced himself, spoke with admiration of the fine
+appearance of the Captain's men, etc., and, with a hearty pressure of
+the hand, remarked:</p>
+
+<p>"Captain Loomis, yours is a noble motto; stick to that, stick to that,
+my young soldier. You have many hardships to undergo, but your
+glorious motto of <span class="smcap">Cold Water</span> will carry you safely through."</p>
+
+<p>Loomis, for the first time, caught the idea of the parson, but was too
+courteous to undeceive the preacher by informing him that his battery
+was raised in the town of Coldwater, Michigan. I have spent many a
+pleasant hour with the Captain, but never could "see" the "cold water"
+part of his battery.</p>
+
+<p>A very pretty and pathetic little poem was handed me by one of
+Secessia's daughters, upon a prolific theme, entitled</p>
+
+<h3 class="smaller">The Dying Soldier.</h3>
+
+<p class="poem20">My noble commander! thank God, you have come;<br>
+  You know the dear ones who are waiting at home,<br>
+  And O! it were dreadful to die here alone,<br>
+  No hand on my brow, and my comrades all gone.</p>
+
+<p class="poem20">I thought I would die many hours ago,<br>
+  And those who are waiting me never could know<br>
+  That here, in the faith of its happier years,<br>
+  My soul has not wandered one moment from theirs.</p>
+
+<p class="poem20">The dead were around; but my soul was away<br>
+  With the roses that bloom round my cottage to-day.<br>
+  I thought that I sat where the jessamine twines,<br>
+  And gathered the delicate buds from the vines.</p>
+
+<p class="poem20"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page062" name="page062"></a>(p. 062)</span>And there&mdash;like a bird that had folded its wings,<br>
+  At home, 'mid the smile of all beautiful things,<br>
+  With sweet words of welcome, and kisses of love&mdash;<br>
+  Was one I will miss in yon heaven above.</p>
+
+<p class="poem20">By the light that I saw on her radiant brow,<br>
+  She watches and waits there and prays for me now.<br>
+  My captain, bend low; for this poor, wounded side<br>
+  Is draining my heart of its last crimson tide.</p>
+
+<p class="poem20">Some day, when you leave this dark place, and go free,<br>
+  You will meet a fair girl&mdash;she will question of me!<br>
+  She has kissed this bright curl, as it lay on my head;<br>
+  When it goes back alone, she will know I am dead.<br>
+  And tell her the soul, which on earth was her own,<br>
+  Is waiting and weeping in heaven alone.</p>
+
+<p class="poem20"><span class="smcap">My Mother!</span> God help her! Her grief will be wild<br>
+  When she hears the mad Hessians have murdered her child;<br>
+  But tell her 'twill be one sweet chime in my knell,<br>
+  That the flag of the South now waves where I fell!</p>
+
+<p class="poem20">It is well, it is well, thus to die in my youth,<br>
+  A martyr to Freedom and Justice and Truth!<br>
+  Farewell to earth's hopes&mdash;precious dreams of my heart&mdash;<br>
+  My life's going out; but my love shall depart,<br>
+  On the wings that my soul has unfurled,<br>
+  Going up, soft and sweet, to that beautiful world.</p>
+
+<h3>A Joke on an "Egyptian" Regiment.</h3>
+
+<p>A well-known commander was drilling a brigade at "Kripple Kreek," a
+short time since, and in it was a slim portion of the "1159th"
+Illinois. Quite a large number of this regiment have deserted upon
+every occasion offered, the men generally being very inattentive.
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page063" name="page063"></a>(p. 063)</span>The commanding officer of "all that is left of them" was
+severely censured, the other day, for dereliction of duty. The General
+swore by the Eternal he wished the Colonel of the "1159th" would "<span class="italic">go
+home</span> and join his regiment."<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page064" name="page064"></a>(p. 064)</span><a id="chapter6" name="chapter6"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="6">VI</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">General Turchin &mdash; Mrs. General Turchin in Command of the
+     Vanguard of the 19th Illinois &mdash; The 18th Ohio at Athens &mdash;
+     Children and Fools Always Tell the Truth &mdash; Picket Talk &mdash;
+     About Soldiers Voting &mdash; Captain Kirk's Line of Battle.</p>
+
+<p>It is well known by all that General Turchin has been fully
+vindicated. Captain Heaton, of Columbiana County, who was an
+eye-witness of his trial, and who knew the noble Russian, said to me,
+in speaking of this gallant soldier, "He looked like a lion among a
+set of jackals!" General Turchin was basely persecuted. He came out of
+the ordeal unscathed. The correspondent of the <span class="italic">Gazette</span>, who was in
+Huntsville, gave an account of affairs under Rousseau, who was as
+rigid in the punishment of rebels as Mitchel was before him. The
+court-martial convened to try Turchin for <span class="italic">punishing traitors</span> bid
+fair to last for months, under Buell's management.</p>
+
+<p>Mrs. Turchin, before the arrest of her husband, had been making the
+campaign of Northern Alabama in his company, enduring, with the utmost
+fortitude, and for weeks together, all the hardships incident to a
+soldier's life. To ride on horseback, forty or fifty miles per day,
+was to her a mere matter of amusement, and in the recent march of the
+19th Illinois, from Winchester <span class="pagenum"><a id="page065" name="page065"></a>(p. 065)</span>to Bellefonte, she is said to
+have taken command of the vanguard, and to have given most vigorous
+and valuable directions for driving off and punishing the infamous
+bushwhackers who infested the road. These and similar things had so
+much excited the admiration of Colonel Turchin's men, that they would
+have followed his gallant lady into the field of battle with all the
+enthusiasm that fired the hearts of the French chivalry when gathered
+around the standard of the Maid of Orleans. As soon as Colonel Turchin
+was arrested, Mrs. Turchin suddenly disappeared. The next that was
+heard from her she was in Washington City; and now the story goes,
+that when she left the South she hastened to Chicago, enlisted the
+sympathies of noble-hearted men in the cause of her husband,
+prevailing upon a delegation of noble Illinoisans to accompany her to
+Washington, and, with their assistance, secured the confirmation of
+the Colonel as a brigadier-general of volunteers. Truly, in the
+lottery matrimonial, Colonel Turchin had the fortune to draw an
+invaluable prize.</p>
+
+<p>All that has been alleged against Generals Turchin and Mitchel
+authorizing the sacking of Athens, Alabama, appears to have reacted;
+and, except General Rousseau, they were the most popular officers in
+that region.</p>
+
+<p>The 18th Ohio was stationed at Athens, and encamped upon the
+fair-grounds. Here they were assailed by Scott's rebel cavalry. They
+resisted for some hours, when, learning through their scouts that an
+overwhelming force of the enemy were advancing against them, they
+thought best to retire, which they did in good <span class="pagenum"><a id="page066" name="page066"></a>(p. 066)</span>order. As
+they passed through the town, on their way to Huntsville, some rash,
+inconsiderate rebel sympathizers jeered at and insulted them, cheering
+lustily for Jeff Davis and the Southern Confederacy. One or two of
+them, also, seized their guns, and when the rebel forces made their
+appearance, joined them in pursuit of our soldiers. A feeling of
+vindictive wrath sprang up in the minds of the boys of the 18th, and
+when they met the 19th Illinois and other troops, who, under command
+of Colonel Turchin, were coming to the rescue, they naturally
+magnified their own loss, and told the rescuers exaggerated stories of
+the manner in which they had been treated by the citizens of Athens.</p>
+
+<p>Under those circumstances the whole force re-entered the town, driving
+the rebels before them, and, in the midst of great excitement, vowing
+vengeance. Then came the inevitable result: some good soldiers were
+carried away into acts of unwarrantable violence, and a few
+unprincipled scoundrels seized upon the opportunity to plunder,
+pilfer, and steal. But the mass of the forces entered the place under
+the impression (as appears from the testimony before the
+court-martial) that it was to be sacked and burned, as a just and
+proper military punishment. This impression was, unfortunately, not
+corrected by Colonel Turchin, because it was, in all probability,
+unknown to him. It arose, no doubt, from the fact that a general order
+had been issued, or, as reported, was about to be issued, denouncing,
+in severe terms, all citizens who should fire upon, or in any way
+molest our troops, and threatening both them and their property with
+destruction. <span class="pagenum"><a id="page067" name="page067"></a>(p. 067)</span>Such a proclamation or order was, in fact,
+issued about this time.</p>
+
+<p>Notwithstanding it was generally understood that the plundering of
+Athens was permitted, at least three-fourths of the soldiers
+voluntarily abstained from laying their hands upon a single dollar's
+worth of private property.</p>
+
+<p>Now, as to the outrages themselves, I unhesitatingly pronounce that
+they have been greatly exaggerated. To say that the town was in any
+way "ruined" is simply an exhibition of ignorance on the part of those
+who are not acquainted with the facts, and a falsehood on the part of
+those who are.</p>
+
+<p>Some three or four stores were broken into, and the most valuable part
+of the merchandise abstracted; the contents of the apothecary's shop
+were badly injured, and articles of value were taken from at least a
+dozen houses; some thousands of dollars' worth of horses, mules, and
+"niggers" were taken out of the town and suburbs; two or three
+scoundrels abused the persons of as many colored women; and this was
+the extent of the "ruin" inflicted upon Athens. I visited it more than
+a month ago. I saw no sign of "ruin," dissolution, or decay, and I am
+too good a friend of the Athenians not to say that I consider their
+beautiful town as being to-day the most flourishing in all North
+Alabama; and if a citizen from any other place, especially from
+Huntsville, should go to Athens and say otherwise, nothing but the
+presence of the military would prevent him from getting a thrashing
+upon the spot.</p>
+
+<p>It is an old and trite saying, that "children and fools always tell
+the truth." Captain Moar and Lieutenant <span class="pagenum"><a id="page068" name="page068"></a>(p. 068)</span>Wood, of General
+Steadman's staff, went out with a full expedition. It was under
+Colonel Bishop, of the 2d Minnesota; but these staff officers preceded
+the party. We arrived at the proposed field, where we were to bivouac
+for the night. A house was near, and Colonel Moar proposed to go there
+and order supper. There were four females in the house. All pretended
+to be glad to receive us. We brought them sugar and coffee, articles
+they had not enjoyed for over a year. While supper was preparing,
+Lieutenant Wood, seeing a very pretty little girl, said to her, "Come
+here, sissy."</p>
+
+<p>The child reluctantly advanced, and as the Lieutenant placed her upon
+his knee, the little innocent looked up and said, "<span class="smcap">I Hate Yankees!</span>"</p>
+
+<p>The mother tried to catch the eye of the child.</p>
+
+<p>Lieutenant Wood said, "O, no, you don't!"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I do," reiterated the child.</p>
+
+<p>"Why, sissy, what makes you hate Yankees?"</p>
+
+<p>"<span class="italic">'Cause mother told me I must</span>," was the child's reply.</p>
+
+<p>The mother blushed crimson, and said, very confusedly, "<span class="smcap">Why, Hattie! I
+Never!</span>"</p>
+
+<h3>Picket Talk.</h3>
+
+<p>I have often heard pickets chaff one another. Just after the capture
+of New Orleans, one of our boys, on picket duty, as light dawned,
+discovered a rebel just lighting his breakfast-fire up a ravine. Our
+picket called out to the rebel to stop building fires and come over
+and take breakfast with him. The rebel replied:</p>
+
+<p>"No, I shan't, You haven't got any coffee."</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I have," says the Union soldier.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page069" name="page069"></a>(p. 069)</span>"Well, you haven't any sugar?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, we have. We've got <span class="italic">Orleans</span>."</p>
+
+<p>The man who makes the assertion that our boys in the field, when
+called upon to vote on resolutions, are influenced by fear of
+officers, <span class="italic">is most grossly mistaken</span>. Why, your American soldier is
+the most independent "cuss" in the world; and if a regiment is in
+line, and asked to vote, you may rest assured they vote as they
+please, and are governed by the dictates of their own consciences. The
+great address that was sent from the army was voted upon in this way:
+The regiments were drawn up in line, the address read, and the
+color-bearers were asked, "Do you indorse the address to which you
+have listened?" From every one came the hearty "I do!" when the colors
+were ordered two paces front. The regiments then voted on the address,
+the "ayes" stepping out in line with the colors, and, if there had
+been any "noes," they were to stand fast; but I have yet to hear of
+the man who did so. They rallied on their colors to a man, and stood
+with an unbroken front.</p>
+
+<p>During the fight this side of Chapel Hill, Captain Kirk, one of the
+General's aids, seeing two rebels a little way off, on a by-road, put
+spurs to horse and gave chase. We all watched him very eagerly until
+he ascended the hill, when three more rebs joined the two, and made a
+stand. Kirk, thinking discretion the better part of valor, reined in
+his horse, when, to the infinite amusement of the staff, young Lu.
+Steadman (a son of the General, and, though but sixteen years of age,
+a gallant boy) exclaimed: "Father, father, look yonder; <span class="italic">Kirk has
+formed a line of battle!</span>" It is scarcely necessary to say that Kirk
+soon changed his base on a <span class="italic">double-quick</span>.<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page070" name="page070"></a>(p. 070)</span><a id="chapter7" name="chapter7"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="7">VII</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">Comic Scenes &mdash; Importation of Yankees &mdash; Wouldn't Go Round
+     &mdash; Major Boynton and the Chicken &mdash; Monotony of Camp Life &mdash;
+     Experience on a Scouting Expedition &mdash; Larz Anderson, Esq.,
+     in Camp &mdash; A Would-be Secessionist Caught in his Own Trap &mdash;
+     Guthrie Gray Bill of Fare for a Rebel "Reception" &mdash; Pic
+     Russell among the Snakes.</p>
+
+<p class="noindent left50 smaller"><span class="smcap">Army of the Cumberland, Third Division,<br>
+  Camp near Triune, Tenn.</span>, <span class="italic">May 2, 1863</span>.</p>
+
+<p>"What will become of all of us women?" said an excited female to
+Colonel Vandeveer, one morning. "The States-rights men 'scripted all
+the young men, and you are drivin' all the old away. What will we
+ladies do?"</p>
+
+<p>"Import Yankees," was the gallant Colonel's reply.</p>
+
+<p>"We are raising a big stock especially for this market, and can spare
+any quantity."</p>
+
+<p>"O! but Yankees don't suit us; we'd rather have our own people," was
+Secesh's reply.</p>
+
+<p>"O! if that's the case, you women had better use your influence to get
+the traitors to lay down their arms and return to their homes, and
+behave themselves as honest men should, and that will end this little
+dispute, and you can have all the men you want."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, Colonel, we are all tired of this war, and would be mighty glad
+to know our kinfolks were on their way home; but it will be mighty
+grindin' to 'em <span class="pagenum"><a id="page071" name="page071"></a>(p. 071)</span>to have to come back and acknowledge that
+they couldn't lick you Yankees."</p>
+
+<p>Deserters from the rebel army, I am told by citizens, are fast making
+their appearance wherever they can get the protection of our forces,
+and as we advance they will no doubt increase.</p>
+
+<p>The provost-marshal of the division was kept busy administering the
+oath to those who came in from the surrounding country to Triune. Many
+very laughable incidents occurred at the swearing-in.</p>
+
+<p>One long, lean, lank specimen of the rebel order came up to Captain
+Stinchcomb, who was proposing the oath.</p>
+
+<p>"Hallo, mister, are you the captain of these ridgements around here?
+Dr. Wilson, my neighbor over across Spring Bottom, said I must come
+over to the feller what swored in folks, and get the Constitution, and
+keep it as long as you folks staid around here."</p>
+
+<h3>Wouldn't Go Round.</h3>
+
+<p>Captain Airhardt, who was well known as the Topographical Engineer of
+this division, and one of the best-natured men in the world, was
+engaged in strengthening the fortifications around the camp near
+Triune, and in doing so had occasion to use some fifty men from the 2d
+Minnesota. As the boys had worked faithfully for four hours, the
+Captain thought he would issue a ration of whisky to each, and, not
+having any himself, he borrowed some from General Steadman's tent,
+without leave, from a keg the General had been keeping for his own
+medical purposes. He drew off about a gallon. The boys were drawn up
+in line, and the Captain commenced <span class="pagenum"><a id="page072" name="page072"></a>(p. 072)</span>the issue, and as each
+man received his portion he was ordered to fall out. They did so,
+however, seeking the first opportunity to retire to the other end of
+the line, and again resume a position in the ranks. The Captain went
+after reinforcements of the <span class="italic">creature comfort</span> from the
+before-mentioned keg, and the <span class="italic">reinstated</span> members of the
+ditch-diggers were again ready for active service.</p>
+
+<p>This state of things continued as long as the whisky lasted, and as
+the Captain handed the last ration, he looked at the few remaining
+boys, whom he supposed would have to go without any, and expressed his
+sorrow that he <span class="italic">hadn't enough to go round</span>. The fact was, every body
+had had at least three drinks.</p>
+
+<p>I spent a very pleasant evening among a party of ladies who reside
+near our camp. Our officers are very attentive to them, and the ladies
+seem thankful for the protection. The house was furnished in elegant
+style. We had music, songs, and an elocutionary entertainment; every
+thing passing off pleasantly. As I am above suspicion myself, I may
+remark that I fear for the hearts of several of this brigade. Mine is
+already engaged; had it not been, I could not swear to the
+consequences of that visit. One really pretty specimen of Secesh sang
+"The Bonnie Blue Flag," by particular desire. She acknowledged she
+used to go it strong for dissolution, but let us hope she is becoming
+enlightened.</p>
+
+<h3>Major Boynton and the Chicken.</h3>
+
+<p>Miss Mollie Jordan is a peculiar specimen of <span class="italic">ye Southern maiden</span>. I
+heard a good story illustrative of her rebellious nature some time
+ago:</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page073" name="page073"></a>(p. 073)</span>Our troops were then stationed at Concord Church, and, in
+their peregrinations for fodder, came out this way, and, among other
+things, took off several contrabands belonging to Miss Mollie. Some
+time afterward she rode into camp and inquired for Colonel Vandeveer,
+and riding right up to him, she said, "How do, Colonel?" The Colonel
+tipped his hat, <span class="italic" lang="fr">a la militaire</span>, in token of recognition. "Colonel,
+you've been out our way and stole all my niggers, and I've just ridden
+into camp to see if you would be magnanimous enough to lend me my
+blacksmith to shoe this horse?"</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel assisted her in alighting; had her boy hunted up, and the
+horse shod.</p>
+
+<p>Dinner being ready, the lady was invited to partake of the repast;
+and, as she noticed a chicken upon the table almost as large as a
+turkey, she looked across at the Colonel, and then at the good-looking
+Major Boynton, and inquired whom she was dining with.</p>
+
+<p>"O, with the Major, Miss. Why did you ask?" said the Colonel.</p>
+
+<p>"I merely wished to know who stole my chickens; for those were
+particular pets of mine, and the only ones of that breed in the
+country."</p>
+
+<p>The reader can imagine the laugh that took place at the Major's
+expense. As a matter of course, neither the Major nor the Colonel knew
+any thing as to where the servant-man had <span class="italic">bought</span> the fowls.</p>
+
+<p>The Tennessee cavalry were out again yesterday, with Colonel Brownlow,
+and touched up the Alabamians. They brought in six prisoners. The
+rebels massed their men and undertook to charge us, but our Tennessee
+boys stood their ground, and the rebels backed out. <span class="pagenum"><a id="page074" name="page074"></a>(p. 074)</span>They
+outnumbered us three to one; but they were not aware of that, or
+perhaps they would have given us fits. Now Brownlow is a daring,
+dashing fellow, and, in fact, all the officers and men seem made of
+the same material.</p>
+
+<p>I suppose you will begin to think I've got cavalry on the brain, I
+talk so much of those boys; but they, at present, are the only ones
+out this way doing the fighting. When this bully division of infantry
+does go in, you can depend upon it somebody will get hurt.</p>
+
+<p>All the regiments are quartered in elegant little pup-tents, as they
+call them. These tents are handsomely sheltered with evergreens and
+various bushes, presenting a picturesque appearance. The Lancaster,
+Chillicothe, and Cincinnati boys are vieing with each other as to who
+shall have the neatest camp.</p>
+
+<p>A chicken-fight is to take place this evening between two game-cocks.
+One is owned by the fat boy of the 35th, the other by the new
+grocery-keeper of this brigade&mdash;he with the yellow vest and
+spectacles. Spectacles can whip fat boy, sure, so I must hurry up to
+see it done. We are striving our best to break up this love of cruel
+sports, but fear our efforts will be fruitless.</p>
+
+<p>The weather is delightful; garden truck is progressing finely; the
+wheat and oat-fields are waving delightfully, while the corn is
+becoming like a man drinking whisky&mdash;<span class="italic">elevated</span>. With the above horrid
+joke I close.</p>
+
+<p>Yours, dismally, till I see my love,</p>
+
+<p class="left50 smcap">Alf.</p>
+
+<h3><span class="pagenum"><a id="page075" name="page075"></a>(p. 075)</span>Reminiscence of Camp Life in Virginia, in 1861.</h3>
+
+<p class="left50 smaller"><span class="smcap">Camp Beverly, Va.</span>, <span class="italic">July 31, 1861</span>.</p>
+
+<p>A soldier's life becomes irksome when he is encamped for any great
+length of time at any one point. A change of scenery, or the busy
+bustle of a march, wearisome though it be, makes the hours pass
+lightly. This is our eighth day at this place, and beautiful though
+the surroundings are, yet they begin to weary the eye. The boys want
+action, and if no prospect of a fight is here, they wish for still
+further progress.</p>
+
+<p>The chief product of this never-ending and infernal mountainous region
+seems to be rain and ignorant people. It rains from Monday till
+Saturday, and commences fresh on Sunday; and if you put a question of
+the most commonplace order, the only answer you are likely to receive
+is the vacant stare of those you speak to. The first relief to this
+monotony occurred a few days since. Captain Bracken, editor of the
+Indianapolis <span class="italic">Sentinel</span>, who is in command of a splendid cavalry
+company, sent me an invitation to accompany him upon a scouting
+excursion, as a number of houses in the vicinity needed a little
+examination; so, accompanied by his two lieutenants and our gallant
+Major, Alex. Christopher, together with the ever-affable Andy Hall,
+the scouts, mounted upon as fine horses as could be selected by
+Captain Bracken, started jovially on duty. "<span class="italic">Now up the mead, now down
+the mead</span>," and then over hill and dale they sped. Soon the outer
+pickets were passed, and we were in the enemy's country, where, 'tis
+said, the faster your horse travels the less likelihood there is of
+being shot by guerrillas. <span class="pagenum"><a id="page076" name="page076"></a>(p. 076)</span>In the course of the afternoon we
+visited several houses, at one of which quite a quantity of contraband
+stuff was found, <span class="italic">which was placed in our canteens</span>.</p>
+
+<a id="img003" name="img003"></a>
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/img003.jpg" width="600" height="350" alt="" title="">
+<p class="smcap">Runaway scrape in Virginia.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>At dusk we commenced a homeward tramp; and having to pass a house in
+which I had previously enjoyed the hospitality of its inmates, I
+alighted to refresh myself with a cool drink of water, the balance of
+the party going on. I had but just mounted my horse, when he took
+fright, and in a moment he was beyond control. Your humble servant
+clung with tenacity to the brute, and although I told him to "whoa,"
+he wouldn't do it. Now he takes a by-road; away he flies with
+lightning speed; 'tis getting dark, and the <span class="italic">fool horse</span> is running
+further and further from camp. I tried kicking the animal so as to
+induce him to believe that it was me that was forcing him to his
+utmost speed, but 't was no go. Then, as I came near falling, I
+"<span class="italic">affectionately</span>" threw my arms around his neck, thinking, if life
+was spared, what a fine item this runaway would make. In vain I tried
+kicks, seesawing, jerks, coaxing, whoaing; in despair, I gave a loose
+hold of the reins to the runaway, hoping he would get tired,
+endeavoring, however, to keep him in the middle of the road. He jumped
+ditches, turned curves, until I began to think I would make a good
+circus performer, and eventually hire out to John Robinson, if safely
+delivered from this perilous expedition. At last he took me off my
+guard: turning abruptly to the left on a by-road, your correspondent
+went to the right, heels up in the air for a brief space&mdash;in fact, a
+balloon ascension; the balloon's burst was the next vivid thing in my
+mind, for I remembered scratching in the air, and then an <span class="pagenum"><a id="page077" name="page077"></a>(p. 077)</span>
+almost instantaneous collision with mother Earth, alighting upon the
+right side of my head, from which the blood gushed in a slight attempt
+at a deluge. As luck would have it, some friendly folks came to my
+rescue, and bathed my head with camphor; I remounted, and, in a few
+minutes, met my companions, who were in search for me. They wet my
+lips with some of that stuff in the canteens. On arriving at camp, and
+sending for a surgeon, my wounds were dressed. A broken bone in my
+right hand, a terrific black eye and disfigured forehead, a sprained
+leg and battered side were the result of my excursion. This is the
+first letter I have been able to write since.</p>
+
+<p>Last Saturday the whole regiment was in the finest spirits at seeing
+among us the kindly face of Cincinnati's universally-beloved citizen,
+Larz Anderson, and it did one good to see the hearty shake of hands
+our gallant officers and men gave him. He leaves for home to-day,
+laden with, no doubt, messages of love to many. God bless and speed
+him on his journey.</p>
+
+<p>Captain Burdsall arrived to-day from Cheat Mountain. His command will
+remain here a few days, acting as mounted scouts. The Captain received
+a serious kick from his horse a week or two ago, and has been confined
+to his bed ever since. This company has been a very valuable auxiliary
+to the brigade, both at Cheat River Mountain and this place. We are
+sorry to hear of their intended return to Cincinnati in a few weeks.</p>
+
+<p>The battle-field of Rich Mountain is about four miles from this place,
+and to-day I met with an old veteran, upon whose ground they fought.
+He is a thorough Union man, and was a prisoner in the hands of the
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page078" name="page078"></a>(p. 078)</span>Secession party. The rebels, to spite the old veteran, dug a
+trench around his house, for burying their dead, only eighteen inches
+below the surface. They also ruined his well by throwing in decayed
+horse-flesh&mdash;in fact, ruined his old homestead, by cutting down his
+fruit-trees, and various other specimens of Vandalism.</p>
+
+<p>An incident occurred during the preparation for that battle worth
+mentioning. Mr. &mdash;&mdash;, an old man of this town, a Representative in the
+Legislature, one who was elected as a Union candidate, and then basely
+betrayed his constituents, and afterward was re-elected as a
+Secessionist&mdash;this man, on the eve of the battle, having partaken
+freely of liquor, heard of the advance of our army, and, mounting his
+horse, rode hastily to the rebel camp, to inform them of the intended
+attack. He passed the outer pickets, but was halted by a full company
+of Georgians, who, hearing of the advance of our men, had been thrown
+out to reconnoiter. He, much frightened, supposing he was mistaken and
+was in the Union men's camp, begged them not to shoot, exclaiming, "<span class="italic">I
+am a Union man.</span>" Scarce had the lying words passed his lips when a
+dozen balls pierced his body.</p>
+
+<p>An announcement, made last night, that the rebels were advancing upon
+this post, put the boys in excellent humor. Every piece was put in
+order, and preparations made for a warm reception of the rebel gentry.
+Extra pickets were sent out by Colonel Bosley, who has entire command
+of this post, Captain Wilmington being field-officer of the day. The
+<span class="italic">guests</span>, however, did not arrive, thus greatly disappointing the
+boys, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page079" name="page079"></a>(p. 079)</span>who had a magnificent <span class="italic">banquet</span> in store for them. The
+bill of fare consisted of</p>
+
+<ul class="noindent center smaller">
+<li>Bullet Soup&mdash;with Gunpowder Sauce;</li>
+<li>Bayonets&mdash;drawn from Scabbards;</li>
+<li>Minié Muskets&mdash;nicely <span class="italic">ranged</span>;</li>
+<li>Twelve Six-pound Dumplings&mdash;U. S. on the margin;</li>
+<li>2,600 Harper's Ferry Clickers;</li>
+</ul>
+
+<p class="noindent">besides numerous little delicacies in the way of Colt's "Revolving
+Pudding-hitters" and "<span class="italic">Derangers</span>," lightning-powder, Bowies,
+slashers, etc.</p>
+
+<p>But as they refused the banquet, why, we will keep it, for the time
+being, ready for them in case of an intended <span class="italic">surprise party</span>.</p>
+
+<p>A serenade in camp is sweet music, indeed. Last night the Guthrie
+Serenading Club, consisting of E. P. Perkins, W. B. Sheridan, Charlie
+Foster, Captain Wilmington, Zeke Tatem, W. Craven, and S. B. Rice,
+gave the denizens of this town and camp a taste of their quality. The
+hills resounded with sweet sounds.</p>
+
+<p class="poem20">"Music soft, music sweet, lingers on the ear."</p>
+
+<p>Captain Pic Russell had an acquisition to his company a few evenings
+since&mdash;in fact, a Secession emblem: a snake seven feet long&mdash;a regular
+"black sarpent"&mdash;quietly coiled himself in the Captain's blanket. He
+was, as soon as discovered, put to death. This region, of country
+abounds in serpents, the rattlesnake being a prolific article.</p>
+
+<p>I must close, as the mail is about to start.</p>
+
+<p class="left50">Yours, <span class="add3em smcap">Alf</span>.<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page080" name="page080"></a>(p. 080)</span><a id="chapter8" name="chapter8"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="8">VIII</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">Fun in the 123d Ohio &mdash; A Thrilling Incident of the War &mdash;
+     General Kelley &mdash; Vote Under Strange Circumstances &mdash; Die,
+     but Never Surrender.</p>
+
+<h3>Fun in the 123d Ohio.</h3>
+
+<p>One of the boys furnished me with a copy of his experiences of camp,
+entitled "<span class="italic">Ye Chronicles of ye One Hundred and Twenty-third
+Regiment.</span>"</p>
+
+<p>1st. Man that is born of woman, and enlisteth as a soldier in the One
+Hundred and Twenty-third Ohio, is few of days and short of rations.</p>
+
+<p>2d. He cometh forth at reveille, is present also at retreat, yea, even
+at tattoo, and retireth, apparently, at taps.</p>
+
+<p>3d. He draweth his rations from the commissary, and devoureth the
+same. He striketh his teeth against much hard tack, and is satisfied.
+He filleth his canteen with apple-jack, and clappeth the mouth thereof
+upon the bung of a whisky-barrel, and after a little while goeth away,
+rejoicing in his strategy.</p>
+
+<p>4th. Much soldiering has made him sharp; yea, even the seat of his
+breeches is in danger of being cut through.</p>
+
+<p>5th. He covenanteth with the credulous farmer for many turkeys and
+chickens; also, at the same time, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page081" name="page081"></a>(p. 081)</span>for much milk and honey,
+to be paid for promptly at the end of each ten days; and lo! his
+regiment moveth on the ninth day to another post.</p>
+
+<p>6th. His tent is filled with potatoes, cabbage, turnips, krout, and
+other delicate morsels of a delicious taste, which abound not in the
+Commissary Department.</p>
+
+<p>7th. And many other things not in the "returns," and which never will
+return; yet, of a truth, it must be said of the soldier of the One
+Hundred and Twenty-third, that he taketh nothing that he can not
+reach.</p>
+
+<p>8th. He fireth his Austrian rifle at midnight, and the whole camp is
+aroused and formed in line of battle, when lo! his mess come bearing
+in a nice porker, which he solemnly declareth so resembled a Secesh
+that he was compelled to pull trigger.</p>
+
+<p>9th. He giveth the provost-marshal much trouble, often capturing his
+guard, and possesseth himself of the city.</p>
+
+<p>10th. At such times "lager" and pretzels flow like milk and honey from
+his generous hand. He giveth without stint to his own comrades; yea,
+and withholdeth not from the One Hundred and Sixteenth Ohio Volunteer
+Infantry, or from the lean, lank, expectant Hoosier of the
+Eighty-seventh Indiana.</p>
+
+<p>11th. He stretcheth forth his hand to deliver his fellow-soldiers of
+the One Hundred and Sixteenth from the power of the enemy; yea,
+starteth at early dawn from Petersburg, even on a "double-quick" doth
+he go, and toileth on through much heat, suffering, privation, and
+much "vexation of spirit," until they are delivered. Verily I say unto
+you, after that he suffereth for want <span class="pagenum"><a id="page082" name="page082"></a>(p. 082)</span>of tents and
+camp-kettles. Yea, on the hights of Moorfield his voice may be heard
+proclaiming loudly for "hard tack and coffee," yet he murmureth not.</p>
+
+<p>12th. But the grunt of a pig or the crowing of a cock awakeneth him
+from, the soundest sleep, and he goeth forth until halted by the
+guard, when he instantly clappeth his hands upon his "bread-basket,"
+and the guard, in commiseration, alloweth him to pass to the rear.</p>
+
+<p>13th. No sooner hath he passed the sentry's beat than he striketh a
+"bee-line" for the nearest hen-roost, and, seizing a pair of plump
+pullets, returneth, soliloquizing: "The noise of a goose saved Rome;
+how much more the flesh of chickens preserveth the soldier!"</p>
+
+<p>14th. He even playeth at eucher with the parson, to see whether or not
+there shall be preaching in camp on the following Sabbath; and by
+dexterously drawing from the bottom a Jack, goeth away rejoicing that
+the service is postponed.</p>
+
+<p>15th. And many other things doeth he; and lo! are they not recorded in
+the "morning reports" of Company B? Yea, verily.</p>
+
+<h3>A Thrilling Incident of the War.</h3>
+
+<p>Captain Theodore Rogers, son of the Rev. E. P. Rogers, of New York
+City, formerly of Albany, N. Y., enlisted in May, 1861. After a varied
+experience he returned home, and, on the 7th of January, 1862, was
+married, in Cazenovia, New York, to the adopted daughter of H. Ten
+Eyck, Esq., a young lady who, we may be allowed at least to say, was
+every way worthy <span class="pagenum"><a id="page083" name="page083"></a>(p. 083)</span>of the hand of the gallant soldier. The
+bridal days were passed in the camp, where a few weeks of happiness
+were afforded them.</p>
+
+<p>Six months roll away, and the battle at Gaines's Mills opens. Mr.
+Rogers, having left home as first lieutenant, was, on account of his
+superior qualities as a soldier and as a man, promoted to the office
+of captain. His indefatigable efforts to discharge the duties of his
+position seriously impaired his health, and, previous to the battle
+referred to, he was lying sick in his tent. But the booming of the
+enemy's cannon roused the spirit of the soldier, and he forgot himself
+in his desire to win a victory for his country.</p>
+
+<p>An account of the last scene is given by an officer in the rebel army,
+and, coming from such a source, its accuracy can not be questioned.
+Colonel McRae, while passing through Nassau, N. P., on his way to
+England, sought an introduction to a lady, who, he was informed, was
+from Albany. Finding that she knew Dr. Rogers and his family, she
+writes that his whole face lighted up, and he said: "O, I am so glad!
+I have been longing for months to see some one who knew the family of
+the brave young soldier who fell before my eyes."</p>
+
+<p>He then said: "It was just at evening on Friday, June 27, at the
+battle of Gaines's Mills, as your army was falling back, I was struck
+with the appearance of a young man, the captain of a company, who was
+rushing forward at the head of his men, encouraging them, and leading
+them on, perfectly regardless of his own life or safety. His gallantry
+and bravery attracted our notice, and I felt so sure that he must
+fall, and so <span class="pagenum"><a id="page084" name="page084"></a>(p. 084)</span>regretted the sacrifice of his life, that I
+tried hard to take him prisoner. But all my efforts were vain; and
+when at last I saw him fall, I gave orders at once that he should be
+carried from the field. It was the last of the fight, and in a few
+moments General Garland (also of the Confederate army) and I went in
+search of him, and found him under the tree whither I had ordered him
+to be carried."</p>
+
+<p>Here the voice of the Colonel trembled so that he was hardly able to
+proceed. Recovering himself, he added: "I took from his pocket his
+watch, some money, and three letters&mdash;one from his wife, another from
+his father, and the third from his mother. As General Garland (who has
+since been killed) and I read the letters, standing at the side of the
+youthful husband and son, we cried like children&mdash;tears of grief and
+regret for the brave and honored soldier, and at the thought of those
+who would mourn him at home."</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel said: "Tell his wife and father and mother that, though he
+was an enemy of whom we say it, he died the bravest and most gallant
+man that ever fell on the battle-field&mdash;encouraging and leading his
+men on, going before them to set the example. Tell them, also, that we
+saw him laid tenderly in his grave, (by himself,) and that, when this
+hateful war is over, I can take his wife to the very spot where her
+husband lies."</p>
+
+<p>Colonel McRae was very anxious to know whether the letters and watch
+had been received by his wife, as he said that he gave them into the
+hands of Colonel T&mdash;&mdash;, of the 23d Regiment, who had promised to send
+them by a flag of truce.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page085" name="page085"></a>(p. 085)</span>From all that could be gathered, the lamented youth never
+spoke a word after receiving his death-wound.</p>
+
+<p>While in the Army of Virginia I obtained the following facts in regard
+to the shooting of Colonel (now General) Kelley. A Staunton (Virginia)
+paper contained the following boastful article:</p>
+
+<p>"Colonel Kelley, the commandant of a portion of Lincoln's forces at
+Philippa, was shot by Archey McClintic, of the Bath Cavalry, Captain
+Richards. Leroy and Foxall Dangerfield, (brothers,) and Archey
+McClintic, soldiers of the Bath Cavalry, were at the bridge, when a
+horse belonging to their company dashed through the bridge without its
+rider, whereupon these soldiers attempted to cross the bridge for the
+purpose of seeing what had been the fate of the owner of the riderless
+horse, when they were met by a portion of the enemy, led on by Colonel
+Kelley. As they met, Archey McClintic shot Colonel Kelley with a
+pistol. Seeing that they would be overcome by the number of the enemy,
+this gallant trio wheeled and retreated through the bridge. As they
+were retreating, they heard the enemy exclaim, 'Shoot the d&mdash;d rascal
+on the white horse!' meaning McClintic, who had shot Colonel Kelley.
+They fired, and broke the leg of Leroy P. Dangerfield. As McClintic
+was able to unhorse the colonel of a regiment with an old pistol, we
+hope that no soldier will disdain to use the old-fashioned pistol.
+They are as good as any, if in the proper hands."</p>
+
+<p>From the same paper I cut the following:</p>
+
+<p>"We have been informed that the gallant men who were under the command
+of Captain J. B. Moomau, in <span class="pagenum"><a id="page086" name="page086"></a>(p. 086)</span>the precipitate retreat from
+Philippa, positively refused, after going a mile or two, to retreat
+any further. They were told that, if they would not retreat any
+further, they had better send a flag of truce to the enemy and
+surrender. It was proposed to decide the matter by a vote, when the
+men <span class="italic">unanimously</span> voted that they would <span class="italic">rather die than surrender</span>.
+The word 'surrender' does not belong to the vocabulary of the brave
+men of our mountains. They are as heroic as Spartans. They are willing
+to <span class="italic">die</span>, if needs be; but surrender, <span class="italic">never!</span> Though the enemy were
+constantly firing Minié muskets at them, they were not at all alarmed,
+and, being true republicans, they were resolved to take the vote of
+the men before they would agree to send a flag of truce, or think for
+a moment of surrendering. Who ever heard of a vote being taken under
+such circumstances? They were flying before the superior and
+overwhelming force of the enemy, yet they were sufficiently calm and
+self-composed to get through with the republican formality of taking
+the vote of the company. The men then under the command of Captain
+Moomau, of Pendleton, were his own company and some fifty belonging to
+the company of Captain Hull, of Highland, who had become separated
+from the other portion of their own company. Such soldiers will never
+be conquered&mdash;they may be killed, but they will never surrender."</p>
+
+<p>A few days afterward these "never-surrender" Spartan chaps were
+brought into camp, the most hang-dog looking set of villains I ever
+met.<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page087" name="page087"></a>(p. 087)</span><a id="chapter9" name="chapter9"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="9">IX</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">Our Hospitals &mdash; No Hope &mdash; A Short and Simple Story &mdash; A
+     Soldier's Pride &mdash; The Last Letter &mdash; Soldierly Sympathy &mdash;
+     The Hospitals at Gallatin, and their Ministering Angels.</p>
+
+<h3>Our Hospitals.</h3>
+
+<p>I have visited many of the hospitals, both on the field and those
+located in cities where every convenience obtainable for money was
+profuse. Those in Nashville, Gallatin, and Louisville were, at all
+times, in the most perfect order. Still, in the field, and often in
+cities, cut off as Nashville and Murfreesboro sometimes are, the men
+suffer from the want of many little things. Miss <span class="smcap">Louisa Allcott</span>, of
+Boston, who has been kindly administering to the wants of the sick and
+wounded in the hospitals, says:</p>
+
+<p>One evening I found a lately-emptied bed occupied by a large, fair
+man, with a fine face, and the serenest eyes I ever met. One of the
+earlier comers had often spoken of a friend who had remained behind,
+that those apparently worse wounded than himself might reach a shelter
+first. It seemed a David and Jonathan sort of friendship. The man
+fretted for his mate, and was never tired of praising John, his
+courage, sobriety, self-denial, and unfailing kindliness of
+heart&mdash;always <span class="pagenum"><a id="page088" name="page088"></a>(p. 088)</span>winding up with&mdash;"He's an out-and-out fine
+feller, ma'am; you see if he aint." I had some curiosity to behold
+this piece of excellence, and, when he came, watched him for a night
+or two before I made friends with him; for, to tell the truth, I was
+afraid of the stately-looking man, whose bed had to be lengthened to
+accommodate his commanding stature&mdash;who seldom spoke, uttered no
+complaint, asked no sympathy, but tranquilly observed all that went on
+about him; and, as he lay high upon his pillows, no picture of dying
+statesman or warrior was ever fuller of real dignity than this
+Virginia blacksmith.</p>
+
+<h3>No Hope.</h3>
+
+<p>A most attractive face he had, framed in brown hair and beard,
+comely-featured and full of vigor, as yet unsubdued by pain,
+thoughtful, and often beautifully mild, while watching the afflictions
+of others, as if entirely forgetful of his own. His mouth was firm and
+grave, with plenty of will and courage in its lines, but a smile could
+make it as sweet as any woman's; and his eyes were child's eyes,
+looking one fairly in the face, with a clear, straightforward glance,
+which promised well for such as placed their faith in him. He seemed
+to cling to life as if it were rich in duties and delights, and he had
+learned the secret of content. The only time I saw his composure
+disturbed was when my surgeon brought another to examine John, who
+scrutinized their faces with an anxious look, asking of the elder: "Do
+you think I shall pull through, sir?" "I hope so, my man." And, as the
+two passed on, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page089" name="page089"></a>(p. 089)</span>John's eyes followed them with an intentness
+which would have won a clearer answer from them had they seen it. A
+momentary shadow flitted over his face; then came the smile of
+serenity, as if, in that brief eclipse, he had acknowledged the
+existence of some hard futurity, and, asking nothing, yet hoping all
+things, left the issue in God's hand, with that submission which is
+true piety.</p>
+
+<p>At night, as I went my rounds with the surgeon, I happened to ask
+which man in the room probably suffered the most, and, to my great
+surprise, he glanced at John.</p>
+
+<p>"Every breath he draws is like a stab; for the ball pierced the left
+lung, broke a rib, and did no end of damage here and there; so the
+poor lad can find neither forgetfulness nor ease, because he must lie
+on his wounded back or suffocate. It will be a hard struggle, and a
+long one, for he possesses great vitality; but even his temperate life
+can't save him. I wish it could."</p>
+
+<p>"You don't mean he must die, Doctor?"</p>
+
+<p>"Bless you, there is not the slightest hope for him, and you'd better
+tell him so before long&mdash;women have a way of doing such things
+comfortably; so I leave it to you. He won't last more than a day or
+two at furthest."</p>
+
+<p>I could have sat down on the spot and cried heartily, if I had not
+learned the propriety of bottling up one's tears for leisure moments.
+Such an end seemed very hard for such a man, when half a dozen
+worn-out, worthless bodies round him were gathering up the remnants of
+wasted lives, to linger on for years, perhaps <span class="pagenum"><a id="page090" name="page090"></a>(p. 090)</span>burdens to
+others, daily reproaches to themselves. The army needed men like John,
+earnest, brave, and faithful, fighting for liberty and justice, with
+both heart and hand&mdash;a true soldier of the Lord. I could not give him
+up so soon, or think with any patience of so excellent a nature robbed
+of its fulfillment, and blundered into eternity by the rashness or
+stupidity of those at whose hands so many lives may be required. It
+was an easy thing for Dr. P&mdash;&mdash; to say, "Tell him he must die," but a
+cruelly hard thing to do, and by no means as "comfortable" as he
+politely suggested. I had not the heart to do it then, and privately
+indulged the hope that some change for the better might take place, in
+spite of gloomy prophesies, so rendering my task unnecessary.</p>
+
+<h3>A Short and Simple Story.</h3>
+
+<p>After that night, an hour of each evening that remained to him was
+devoted to his ease or pleasure. He could not talk much, for breath
+was precious, and he spoke in whispers; but from occasional
+conversations I gleaned scraps of private history, which only added to
+the affection and respect I felt for him. Once he asked me to write a
+letter, and, as I settled with pen and paper, I said, with an
+irrepressible glimmer of female curiosity, "Shall it be addressed to
+mother or wife, John?"</p>
+
+<p>"Neither, ma'am: I've got no wife, and will write to mother, myself,
+when I get better. Did you think I was married because of this?" he
+asked, touching a plain gold ring he wore, and often turned
+thoughtfully on his finger when he lay alone.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page091" name="page091"></a>(p. 091)</span>"Partly that, but more from a settled sort of look you
+have&mdash;a look young men seldom get until they marry."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know that; but I'm not so very young, ma'am&mdash;thirty in May,
+and have been what you might call settled these ten years, for
+mother's a widow. I'm the oldest child she has, and it wouldn't do for
+me to marry till Lizzie has a home of her own, and Laurie has learned
+his trade; for we're not rich, and I must be father to the children,
+and husband to the dear old woman, if I can."</p>
+
+<p>"No doubt you are both, John; yet how came you to go to the war, if
+you felt so? Wasn't enlisting as bad as marrying?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, ma'am, not as I see it; for one is helping my neighbor, the other
+pleasing myself. I went because I couldn't help it. I didn't want the
+glory or the pay; I wanted the right thing done, and the people said
+the men who were in earnest ought to fight. I was in earnest, the Lord
+knows; but I held off as long as I could, not knowing what was my
+duty. Mother saw the case, gave me her ring to keep me steady, and
+said 'Go;' so I went."</p>
+
+<p>A short story, and a simple one; but the man and the mother were
+portrayed better than pages of fine writing could have done it.</p>
+
+<h3>A Soldier's Pride.</h3>
+
+<p>"Do you ever regret that you came, when you lie here suffering so
+much?"</p>
+
+<p>"Never, ma'am. I haven't helped a great deal, but <span class="pagenum"><a id="page092" name="page092"></a>(p. 092)</span>I've shown
+I was willing to give my life, and perhaps I've got to; but I don't
+blame any body, and if it was to do over again, I'd do it. I'm a
+little sorry I wasn't wounded in front. It looks cowardly to be hit in
+the back; but I obeyed orders, and it don't matter much in the end, I
+know."</p>
+
+<p>Poor John! it did not matter now, except that a shot in front might
+have spared the long agony in store for him. He seemed to read the
+thought that troubled me, as he spoke so hopefully when there was no
+hope, for he suddenly added:</p>
+
+<p>"This is my first battle&mdash;do they think it's going to be my last?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm afraid they do, John."</p>
+
+<p>It was the hardest question I had ever been called upon to answer;
+doubly hard with those clear eyes fixed upon mine, forcing a truthful
+answer by their own truth. He seemed a little startled at first,
+pondered over the fateful fact a moment, then shook his head, with a
+glance at the broad chest and muscular limbs stretched out before him.</p>
+
+<p>"I'm not afraid; but it is difficult to believe all at once. I'm so
+strong, it does not seem possible for such a little wound to kill me."</p>
+
+<h3>The Last Letter.</h3>
+
+<p>"Shall I write to your mother now?" I asked, thinking that these
+sudden tidings might change all plans and purposes; but they did not:
+for the man received the order of the Divine Commander to march with
+the same unquestioning obedience with which the soldier <span class="pagenum"><a id="page093" name="page093"></a>(p. 093)</span>had
+received that of the human one, doubtless remembering that the first
+led him to life, the last to death.</p>
+
+<p>"No, ma'am&mdash;to Laurie, just the same; he'll break it to her best, and
+I'll add a line to her, myself, when you get done."</p>
+
+<p>So I wrote the letter, which he dictated, finding it better than any I
+had sent, for, though here and there a little ungrammatical or
+inelegant, each sentence came to me briefly worded, but most
+expressive, full of excellent counsel to the boy, tenderly bequeathing
+"mother and Lizzie" to his care, and bidding him good-by in words the
+sadder for their simplicity. He added a few lines, with steady hand,
+and, as I sealed it, said, with a patient sort of sigh, "I hope the
+answer will come in time for me to see it." Then, turning away his
+face, he laid the flowers against his lips, as if to hide some quiver
+of emotion at the thought of such a sudden sundering of all the dear
+home ties.</p>
+
+<p>Those things had happened two days before. Now John was dying, and the
+letter had not come. I had been summoned to many death-beds in my
+life, but to none that made my heart ache as it did then, since my
+mother called me to watch the departure of a spirit akin to this, in
+its gentleness and patient strength. As I went in, John stretched out
+both his hands.</p>
+
+<p>"I knew you'd come! I guess I'm moving on, ma'am."</p>
+
+<p>He was, and so rapidly that, even while he spoke, over his face I saw
+the gray veil falling that no human hand can lift. I sat down by him,
+wiped the drops from his forehead, stirred the air about him with the
+slow wave of a fan, and waited to help him die. He stood in sore
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page094" name="page094"></a>(p. 094)</span>need of help, and I could do so little; for, as the doctor
+had foretold, the strong body rebelled against death, and fought every
+inch of the way, forcing him to draw each breath with a spasm, and
+clench his hands with an imploring look, as if he asked, "How long
+must I endure this, and be still?" For hours he suffered, without a
+moment's respite or a moment's murmuring. His limbs grew cold, his
+face damp, his lips white, and again and again he tore the covering
+off his breast, as if the lightest weight added to his agony; yet,
+through it all, his eyes never lost their perfect serenity, and the
+man's soul seemed to sit therein, undaunted by the ills that vexed his
+flesh.</p>
+
+<h3>Soldierly Sympathy.</h3>
+
+<p>One by one the men awoke, and round the room appeared a circle of pale
+faces and watchful eyes, full of awe and pity; for, though a stranger,
+John was beloved by all. Each man there had wondered at his patience,
+respected his piety, admired his fortitude, and now lamented his hard
+death; for the influence of an upright nature had made itself deeply
+felt, even in one little week. Presently, the Jonathan who so loved
+this comely David came creeping from his bed for a last look and word.
+The kind soul was full of trouble, as the choke in his voice, the
+grasp of his hand betrayed; but there were no tears, and the farewell
+of the friends was the more touching for its brevity.</p>
+
+<p>"Old boy, how are you?" faltered the one.</p>
+
+<p>"Most through, thank heaven!" whispered the other.</p>
+
+<p>"Can I say or do any thing for you, anywheres?"</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page095" name="page095"></a>(p. 095)</span>"Take my things home, and tell them that I did my best."</p>
+
+<p>"I will! I will!"</p>
+
+<p>"Good-by, Ned."</p>
+
+<p>"Good-by, John; good-by!"</p>
+
+<p>They kissed each other tenderly as women, and so parted; for poor Ned
+could not stay to see his comrade die. For a little while there was no
+sound in the room but the drip of water from a pump or two, and John's
+distressful gasps, as he slowly breathed his life away. I thought him
+nearly gone, and had laid down the fan, believing its help no longer
+needed, when suddenly he rose up in his bed, and cried out, with a
+bitter cry, that broke the silence, sharply startling every one with
+its agonized appeal, "For God's sake, give, me air!"</p>
+
+<p>It was the only cry pain or death had wrung from him, the only boon he
+had asked, and none of us could grant it, for all the airs that blow
+were useless now. Dan flung up the window; the first red streak of
+dawn was warming the gray east, a herald of the coming sun. John saw
+it, and, with the love of light which lingers in us to the end, seemed
+to read in it a sign of hope, of help, for over his whole face broke
+that mysterious expression, brighter than any smile, which often comes
+to eyes that look their last. He laid himself down gently, and
+stretching out his strong right arm, as if to grasp and bring the
+blessed air to his lips in fuller flow, lapsed into a merciful
+unconsciousness, which assured us that for him suffering was forever
+past.</p>
+
+<p>As we stood looking at him, the ward-master handed me a letter, saying
+it had been forgotten the night before. It was John's letter, come
+just an hour too late <span class="pagenum"><a id="page096" name="page096"></a>(p. 096)</span>to gladden the eyes that had looked
+and longed for it so eagerly&mdash;yet he had it; for after I had cut some
+brown locks for his mother, and taken off the ring to send her,
+telling how well the talisman had done its work, I kissed this good
+son for her sake, and laid the letter in his hand, still folded as
+when I drew my own away.</p>
+
+<p class="p2">On my visit to the hospital at Gallatin, I was called to the bedside
+of a dying boy, who belonged in Columbus, Ohio. There I met Dr. W. P.
+Eltsun, Dr. Armington, Dr. Landis, and other surgeons, all working
+faithfully for the suffering men; but Death had marked this boy for
+his own. I took his almost pulseless hand in mine, wiped the cold
+sweat from his brow, and, as I did so, he murmured, in a soft tone&mdash;a
+tone of sweet sadness&mdash;and with a half vacant stare, "Mother, is that
+you? O, how long I've waited for your coming! Tell sister I'm better
+now. Good-by, Charlie. Halt! who goes there?" and then a sudden start
+seemed to bring him to a realization of his situation, and he quietly
+gazed at me for a moment, called me by name, and said, "Alf, will you
+write a letter for me to-morrow?" This I promised, should he be able
+to dictate to me what I should write. In a few minutes he again called
+the sweet name of "Mother! Mother!" and with the words "good-by" upon
+his lips, and a smile of joy beaming on his face, he fell into that
+sleep that knows no waking.</p>
+
+<p>There were three ministering angels, who had left all the luxuries of
+a home, attending in this hospital. They had volunteered as nurses,
+and had come from Indianapolis, to render all the aid they could to
+our country's noble defenders. Indiana should remember the names of
+Miss Bates, Miss Cathcart, and Mrs. Ketchum.</p>
+
+<h3 class="smaller"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page097" name="page097"></a>(p. 097)</span>The Ensign-Bearer.<br>
+
+<span class="normal">Written Expressly for Mr. Alf. Burnett, by Miss Cora M. Eager.</span></h3>
+
+<p class="poem05">Never mind me, Uncle Jared, never mind my bleeding breast;<br>
+  They are charging in the valley, and you're needed with the rest;<br>
+  All the day through, from its dawning till you saw your kinsman fall,<br>
+  You have answered fresh and fearless to our brave commander's call,<br>
+  And I would not rob my country of your gallant aid to-night,<br>
+  Though your presence and your pity stay my spirit in its flight.</p>
+
+<p class="poem05">All along that quivering column, see the death-steeds trampling down<br>
+  Men whose deeds this day are worthy of a kingdom and a crown.<br>
+  Prithee, hasten, Uncle Jared&mdash;what's the bullet in my breast<br>
+  To that murderous storm of fire, raining tortures on the rest?<br>
+  See, the bayonets flash and falter&mdash;look I the foe begins to win!<br>
+  See, see our faltering comrades! God! how the ranks are closing in!</p>
+
+<p class="poem05">Hark! there's muttering in the distance, and a thundering in the air,<br>
+  Like the snorting of a lion just emerging from his lair;<br>
+  There's a cloud of something yonder, fast unrolling like a scroll;<br>
+  Quick, quick! if it be succor that can save the cause a soul!<br>
+  Look! a thousand thirsty bayonets are flashing down the vale,<br>
+  And a thousand hungry riders dashing onward like a gale.</p>
+
+<p class="poem05">Raise me higher, Uncle Jared; place the ensign in my hand;<br>
+  I am strong enough to wave it, while you cheer that flying band.<br>
+  Louder! louder! shout for Freedom, with prolonged and vigorous breath;<br>
+  Shout for Liberty, and Union, and&mdash;the victory over death!<br>
+  See! they catch the stirring numbers, and they swell them to the breeze,<br>
+  Cap, and plume, and starry banner, waving proudly through the trees.</p>
+
+<p class="poem05">Mark! our fainting comrades rally&mdash;mark! that drooping column rise;<br>
+  I can almost see the fire newly kindled in their eyes.<br>
+  Fresh for conflict, nerved to conquer, see them charging on the foe,<br>
+  Face to face, with deadly meaning, shot, and shell and trusty blow;<br>
+  See the thinned ranks wildly breaking; see them scatter toward the sun!<br>
+  I can die now, Uncle Jared, for the glorious day is won.</p>
+
+<p class="poem05">But there's something, something pressing with a numbness on my heart,<br>
+  And my lips, with mortal dumbness, fail the burden to impart.<br>
+  <span class="pagenum"><a id="page098" name="page098"></a>(p. 098)</span>O, I tell you, Uncle Jared, there is something, back of all,<br>
+  That a soldier can not part with when he heeds his country's call.<br>
+  Ask the mother what, in dying, sends the yearning spirit back<br>
+  Over life's broken marches, where she's pointed out the track?</p>
+
+<p class="poem05">Ask the dear ones gathered nightly round the shining household hearth,<br>
+  What to them is brighter, better than the choicest things of earth?<br>
+  Ask that dearer one, whose loving, like a ceaseless vestal flame,<br>
+  Sets my very soul a-glowing at the mention of her name;<br>
+  Ask her why the loved, in dying, feels her spirit linked with his<br>
+  In a union death but strengthens? she will tell you what it is.</p>
+
+<p class="poem05">And there's something, Uncle Jared, you may tell her, if you will,<br>
+  That the precious flag she gave me I have kept unsullied still;<br>
+  And&mdash;this touch of pride forgive me&mdash;where Death sought our gallant host,<br>
+  Where our stricken lines were weakest, there it ever waved the most;<br>
+  Bear it back, and tell her, fondly, brighter, purer, steadier far,<br>
+  'Mid the crimson strife of battle, shone my life's unsetting star!</p>
+
+<p class="poem05">But, forbear, dear Uncle Jared, when there's something more to tell,<br>
+  And her lips, with rapid blanching, bid you answer how I fell;<br>
+  Teach your tongue the trick of slighting, though 'tis faithful to the rest,<br>
+  Lest it say her brother's bullet is the bullet in my breast.<br>
+  But, if it must be that she learn it, despite your tender care,<br>
+  'T will soothe her bleeding heart to know my bayonet pricked the air.</p>
+
+<p class="poem05">Life is ebbing, Uncle Jared; my enlistment endeth here;<br>
+  Death, the conqueror, has drafted&mdash;I can no more volunteer.<br>
+  But I hear the roll-call yonder, and I go with willing feet<br>
+  Through the shadows to the valley where victorious armies meet.<br>
+  Raise the ensign, <span class="italic">Uncle Jared</span>&mdash;let its dear folds o'er me <span class="italic">fall</span>;<br>
+  Strength and Union for my country, and <span class="italic">God's</span> banner over <span class="italic">all</span>.<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page099" name="page099"></a>(p. 099)</span><a id="chapter10" name="chapter10"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="10">X</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">Sports in Camp &mdash; Anecdote of the 63d Ohio and Colonel
+     Sprague &mdash; Soldier's Dream of Home &mdash; The Wife's Reply.</p>
+
+<a id="img004" name="img004"></a>
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/img004.jpg" width="600" height="345" alt="" title="">
+<p class="smcap">Sports in camp.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="left50 noindent smaller"><span class="smcap">Army of the Cumberland,<br>
+  Camp near Triune, Tenn.</span>, <span class="italic">May 12, 1863</span>.</p>
+
+<p>There are, at all times, sunny sides as well as the dark and
+melancholy picture, in camp life. Men whose business is that of
+slaughter&mdash;men trained to slay and kill, will, amid the greatest
+destruction of life, become oblivious to all surrounding scenes of
+death and carnage.</p>
+
+<p>I have seen men seated amid hundreds of slain, quietly enjoying a game
+of "seven-up," or having <span class="italic">a little draw</span>. Yet let them once return to
+their homes, and enjoy the society and influence of the gentler sex,
+and they will soon forget the excitement and vices of camp, and return
+to the more useful and ennobling enjoyments of life.</p>
+
+<p>Yesterday a lively time, generally, was had in camp. After the
+drilling of the division, a grand cock-fight occurred on the hill.
+Some of the boys, who are regular game-fanciers, brought some splendid
+chickens, and, as a consequence, a good deal of money changed hands.
+The birds fought nobly: three were killed, one of them <span class="pagenum"><a id="page100" name="page100"></a>(p. 100)</span>
+killing his opponent the first round, and instantly crowing, much to
+the amusement of the Sports. This fighting with gaffs is not a cruel
+sport, as one or the other is soon killed.</p>
+
+<p>Snakes are not so prevalent in these parts as they were when we first
+came: then it was not uncommon to find a nice little "garter" quietly
+ensconced in one's pocket, or in your pantaloon leg, or taking a nap
+in one corner of your tent.</p>
+
+<p>A prize-fight occurred in the division a few days ago. A couple of
+sons of <span class="italic">Ethiopia</span>, regular young bucks, feeling their dignity
+insulted by various epithets hurled at each other, from loud-mouthing
+adjourned to fight it out in the woods&mdash;a big crowd following to enjoy
+the fun. A ring was soon formed, and at it they went, <span class="italic">a la</span> Sayers
+and Heenan. Umpires were improvised for the occasion, and
+time-keepers, etc., chosen.</p>
+
+<p>The first clash was a <span class="italic">butter</span> and a <span class="italic">rebutter</span>, their heads coming
+together, fairly making the <span class="italic">wool</span> fly. This was round first.</p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">Round 2d.</span>&mdash;35th Ohio darkey came boldly to the scratch; as he only
+weighed sixty-five pounds more than his opponent, and with the
+<span class="italic">slight</span> difference of one foot six inches higher, he pitched in most
+valiantly, and received a splendid hit on the sconce, which made him
+feel as if a <span class="italic">flea</span> bit him. After full ten minutes skirmishing,
+during which time neither struck the other, both retired to the
+further <span class="italic">corner</span> of the <span class="italic">ring</span>, until time was called.</p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">Round 3d.</span>&mdash;Minnesota Ethiopian, who had been weakening in the pulse
+for some time, came up shaky, and was received with laughter by his
+opponent; but <span class="pagenum"><a id="page101" name="page101"></a>(p. 101)</span>the little fellow hit out splendidly, and
+launched an eye-shutter at the stalwart form of the 35th darkey. First
+blood claimed for the 2d Minnesota.</p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">Round 4th</span> was, per agreement, a rough and tumble affair, as the
+spectators were growing impatient; and such "wool-carding" was never
+before exhibited. Both fought plucky; but the 2d Minnesota having but
+just recovered from a <span class="italic">sick of fitness</span>, as he said, was about being
+overpowered, when the officer of the day interfered; and thus ended
+the dispute for the time. Betters <span class="italic">drew</span> their money, as the fight was
+a <span class="italic">draw</span>.</p>
+
+<h3>Ball in Camp.</h3>
+
+<p>Last night we had a fancy-dress ball, a <span class="italic" lang="fr">recherché</span> affair, a fine
+dancing-floor having been laid down in Company I's ground. A
+first-rate cotillion band was engaged, and played up lively airs. Your
+correspondent had a special invitation to be present, and enjoyed the
+party amazingly.</p>
+
+<p>The belles of the evening were Miss Allers, the Widow Place, Miss
+Stewart, Miss Austin, and Miss Dodge, all of Minnesota.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Dodge wore an elegant wreath of red clover, mingled with
+beech-leaves, and was dressed in red and white&mdash;the red being part of
+a shirt, kindly furnished by one of the friends of the lady; the white
+was expressly manufactured by the Widow Place, dressmaker and milliner
+for this regiment.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Stewart is a beautiful creature, of a bronzed hue, from excessive
+exposure to the sun. She also wore a wreath of young clover, mingled
+with bunches of wheat.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page102" name="page102"></a>(p. 102)</span>Miss Allers was rather undignified in her actions; her dress
+we thought too short at the bottom, and too high in the neck; however,
+Miss A. was dressed in Union colors, having an American flag for an
+apron, and blue and red dress, with a neat-fitting <span class="italic">waste</span>&mdash;of
+materials.</p>
+
+<p>But the one in whom we felt the deepest interest was the Widow. She
+had all the grace and elegance of a hippopotamus, and her style was
+enchanting. She wore a low-necked dress, with a bouquet of
+cauliflowers and garlick in her bosom, a wreath of onion-greens in her
+hair, full, red dress, and elaborate hoops, which continually said,
+"Don't come a-nigh me." Her bashful behavior was the talk of the
+evening, and the gay Widow and your correspondent, when upon the
+floor, were the cynosure of all eyes. The dance continued until the
+Colonel ordered a <span class="italic">double tattoo</span> sounded, so that we could hear it.
+Several intruders were put out, for conduct unbecoming gentlemen. The
+ball was strictly <span class="italic">private</span>, as no <span class="italic">commissioned</span> officers were
+allowed to participate.</p>
+
+<p>However, the officers were truly amused at the fun, and, as women
+have, ere this, been dressed in <span class="italic">men's</span> clothes, there is no reason
+the boot shouldn't, this time, be on the other leg.</p>
+
+<p>Miss Austin's dance of the Schottische, with double-soled military
+boots, was excellent. Miss Austin belongs in Louisville, and has long
+been known as a female <span class="italic">auctioneer</span>.</p>
+
+<p>The 9th Ohio band has arrived, and the boys are delighted. This is a
+new band, all Cincinnati musicians, and they are truly welcome to the
+camp.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page103" name="page103"></a>(p. 103)</span>Boys want to hear from home as often as possible. It will be
+well for the girls to bear this in mind, and write often. Letters of
+love, we may say, alphabetically speaking, are X T Z to those who get
+them.</p>
+
+<h3>Anecdote of the 63d Ohio and Colonel Sprague.</h3>
+
+<p>The 63d boys love Colonel Sprague; they are not exactly afraid of him,
+but many a one would rather be whipped, any day, than take a reprimand
+from him. For instance: several nights ago one of the men, instigated
+by the love of good eating, and not having the fear of God before his
+eyes, attempted to pinch, as they say in the 63d, a can of fruit at
+the sutler's tent. But, unluckily for him, the sutler saw him, sprang
+out of bed, caught him by the collar and took him prisoner. As soon as
+the sutler got hold of him he began to address him in language more
+forcible than polite. "You d&mdash;d thief, I'll pay you for this; I'll
+take you before the Colonel, and, if I had my boots on, I'd take it
+out in kicking you."</p>
+
+<p>"I'll tell you what," said the soldier, "I'll wait here till you put
+your boots on, and you may kick me as much as you please, if you won't
+take me before the Colonel."</p>
+
+<p>The following exquisite poem was handed me by Colonel Durbin Ward, of
+the 17th Ohio. I wish I knew the author. They are beautiful lines:</p>
+
+<h3 class="smaller">The Soldier's Dream of Home.</h3>
+
+<p class="poem20">You have put the children to bed, Alice&mdash;<br>
+<span class="add1em">Maud and Willie and Rose;</span><br>
+  They have lisped their sweet "Our Father,"<br>
+<span class="add1em">And sunk to their night's repose.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem20"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page104" name="page104"></a>(p. 104)</span>Did they think of me, dear Alice?<br>
+<span class="add1em">Did they think of me, and say,</span><br>
+  "God bless him, and God bless him,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Dear father, far away?"</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem20">O, my very heart grows sick, Alice,<br>
+<span class="add1em">I long so to behold</span><br>
+  Rose, with her pure white forehead,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And Maud, with her curls of gold;</span><br>
+  And Willie, so gay and sprightly,<br>
+<span class="add1em">So merry and full of glee&mdash;,</span><br>
+  O, my heart yearns to enfold ye,<br>
+<span class="add1em">My smiling group of three.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem20">I can bear the noisy day, Alice&mdash;<br>
+<span class="add1em">The camp life, gay and wild,</span><br>
+  Shuts from my yearning bosom<br>
+<span class="add1em">The thoughts of wife and child;</span><br>
+  But when the night is round me,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And under its starry beams</span><br>
+  I gather my cloak about me,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And dream such long, sad dreams!</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem20">I think of a pale young wife, Alice,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Who looked up in my face</span><br>
+  When the drum beat at evening<br>
+<span class="add1em">And called me to my place.</span><br>
+  I think of three sweet birdlings,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Left in the dear home-nest,</span><br>
+  And my soul is sick with longings,<br>
+<span class="add1em">That will not be at rest.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem20">O, when will the war be over, Alice?<br>
+<span class="add1em">O, when shall I behold</span><br>
+  Rose, with her pure white forehead,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And Maud, with her curls of gold;</span><br>
+  And Will, so gay and sprightly,<br>
+<span class="add1em">So merry and full of glee,</span><br>
+  And more than all, the dear wife<br>
+<span class="add1em">Who bore my babes to me?</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem20"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page105" name="page105"></a>(p. 105)</span>God guard and keep you all, Alice;<br>
+<span class="add1em">God guard and keep me, too,</span><br>
+  For if only one were missing,<br>
+<span class="add1em">What would the others do?</span><br>
+  O, when will the war be over,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And when shall I behold</span><br>
+  Those whom I love so dearly,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Safe in the dear home-fold?</span></p>
+
+<hr class="small">
+
+<h3 class="smaller">The Wife's Reply.<br>
+<span class="normal">Dedicated to the Author of "The Soldier's Dream of Home."</span></h3>
+
+<p class="poem20">You say you dream of us, Willie,<br>
+<span class="add1em">When fall the shades of night,</span><br>
+  And you wrap your cloak around you<br>
+<span class="add1em">By the camp-fire's flickering light;</span><br>
+  And you wonder if our little ones<br>
+<span class="add1em">Have bowed their curly heads,</span><br>
+  And asked a blessing for you,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Before they sought their beds!</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem20">It was but this very night, Willie,<br>
+<span class="add1em">That our Willie came to me,</span><br>
+  And looking up into my face,<br>
+<span class="add1em">As he stood beside my knee,</span><br>
+  He said, "Mamma, I wonder<br>
+<span class="add1em">When will this war be o'er,</span><br>
+  For O, I long so much to see<br>
+<span class="add1em">My dear papa once more."</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem20">My heart was full of tears, Willie,<br>
+<span class="add1em">But I kept them from my eyes,</span><br>
+  And the answer that I made him<br>
+<span class="add1em">Opened his with sad surprise&mdash;?</span><br>
+  "Suppose he should <span class="italic">never</span> come, Willie!"<br>
+<span class="add1em">"But, mamma, I <span class="italic">know</span> he will,</span><br>
+  For I pray to Jesus every night<br>
+<span class="add1em">To spare my father still."</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem20"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page106" name="page106"></a>(p. 106)</span>I clasped him in my arms, Willie,<br>
+<span class="add1em">I pressed him to my breast;</span><br>
+  His childish faith it shamed me,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And my spirit's vague unrest;</span><br>
+  And I felt that our Heavenly Father,<br>
+<span class="add1em">From his throne in the "City of Gold,"</span><br>
+  Would watch you and guard you and bring you<br>
+<span class="add1em">Safe back to the dear home-fold.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem20">We think of you every night, Willie;<br>
+<span class="add1em">We think of you every day;</span><br>
+  Our every prayer wafts to Heaven the name<br>
+<span class="add1em">Of one who is far away.</span><br>
+  And Rose, with her pure white forehead,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And Maud, with her curls of gold,</span><br>
+  Are talking in whispers together,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Of the time when they shall behold</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem20">The father they love so dearly;<br>
+<span class="add1em">And Willie, with childish glee,</span><br>
+  Is bidding me "not to forget to tell<br>
+<span class="add1em">Papa to remember me."</span><br>
+  So we think of you every night, Willie<br>
+<span class="add1em">By the camp-fire's fitful gleams,</span><br>
+  Until the war shall be over,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Let us mingle still in your dreams.</span></p>
+
+<p class="left50 smaller">A. L. Y.<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page107" name="page107"></a>(p. 107)</span><a id="chapter11" name="chapter11"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="11">XI</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">The Atrocities of Slavery &mdash; The Beauties of the Peculiar
+     Institution &mdash; A few Well-substantiated Facts &mdash; Visit to
+     Gallatin, Tennessee.</p>
+
+<h3>The Atrocities of Slavery.</h3>
+
+<p>A late number of the <span class="italic">Atlantic Monthly</span> gives the following in
+relation to General Butler and his administration in Louisiana:</p>
+
+<p>Among the many personal anecdotes are the following, which are almost
+too horrible to be published, but for the impressive lesson they
+convey. One of the incidents was related more briefly by the General
+himself, when in New York, in January last. We quote from the writer
+in the <span class="italic">Atlantic</span>.</p>
+
+<p>Just previous to the arrival of General Banks at New Orleans, I was
+appointed Deputy Provost-Marshal of the city, and held the office for
+some days after he had assumed command. One day, during the last week
+of our stay in the South, a young woman of about twenty years called
+upon me to complain that her landlord had ordered her out of her
+house, because she was unable longer to pay the rent, and she wished
+me to authorize her to take possession of one of her father's houses
+that had been confiscated, he being a <span class="pagenum"><a id="page108" name="page108"></a>(p. 108)</span>wealthy rebel, then in
+the Confederacy, and actively engaged in the rebellion.</p>
+
+<p>The girl was a perfect blonde in complexion; her hair was of a very
+pretty light shade of brown, and perfectly straight; her eyes a clear,
+honest gray; and her skin as delicate and fair as a child's. Her
+manner was modest and ingenuous, and her language indicated much
+intelligence.</p>
+
+<p>Considering these circumstances, I think I was justified in wheeling
+around in my chair, and indulging in an unequivocal stare of
+incredulous amazement, when, in the course of conversation, she
+dropped a remark about having been born a slave.</p>
+
+<p>"Do you mean to tell me," said I, "that you have negro blood in your
+veins?" And I was conscious of a feeling of embarrassment at asking a
+question so apparently preposterous.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes," she replied, and then related the history of her life, which I
+shall repeat as briefly as possible:</p>
+
+<p>"My father," she commenced, "is Mr. Cox, formerly a judge of one of
+the courts in this city. He was very rich, and owned a great many
+houses here. There is one of them over there," she remarked, naively,
+pointing to a handsome residence opposite my office in Canal Street.
+"My mother was one of his slaves. When I was sufficiently grown, he
+placed me at school, at the Mechanics' Institute Seminary, on
+Broadway, New York. I remained there until I was about fifteen years
+of age, when Mr. Cox came on to New York and took me from the school
+to a hotel, where he obliged me to live with him as his mistress; and
+to-day, at the age of twenty-one, I am the mother of a boy <span class="pagenum"><a id="page109" name="page109"></a>(p. 109)</span>
+five years old, who is my father's son. After remaining some time in
+New York, he took me to Cincinnati and other cities at the North, in
+all of which I continued to live with him as before. During this
+sojourn in the Free States I induced him to give me a deed of
+manumission; but on our return to New Orleans he obtained it from me
+and destroyed it. At this time I tried to break off the unnatural
+connection, whereupon he caused me to be publicly whipped in the
+streets of the city, and then obliged me to marry a colored man; and
+now he has run off, leaving me without the least provision against
+want or actual starvation, and I ask you to give me one of his houses,
+that I may have a home for myself and three little children."</p>
+
+<p>Strange and improbable as this story appeared, I remembered, as it
+progressed, that I had heard it from Governor Shepley, who, as well as
+General Butler, had investigated it, and learned that it was not only
+true in every particular, but was perfectly familiar to the citizens
+of New Orleans, by whom Judge Cox had been elected to administer
+justice.</p>
+
+<p>The clerks of my office, most of whom were old residents of the city,
+were well informed in the facts of the case, and attested the truth of
+the girl's story.</p>
+
+<p>I was exceedingly perplexed, and knew not what to do in the matter;
+but, after some thought, I answered her thus:</p>
+
+<p>"This department has changed rulers, and I know nothing of the policy
+of the new commander. If General Butler were still in authority, I
+should not hesitate a moment to grant your request; for, even if I
+should commit an error of judgment, I am perfectly <span class="pagenum"><a id="page110" name="page110"></a>(p. 110)</span>certain
+he would overlook it, and applaud the humane impulse that prompted the
+act; but General Banks might be less indulgent, and make very serious
+trouble with me for taking a step he would perhaps regard as
+unwarrantable."</p>
+
+<p>I still hesitated, undecided how to act, when suddenly a happy thought
+struck me, and, turning to the girl, I added&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"To-day is Thursday: next Tuesday I leave this city With General
+Butler for a land where, thank God! such wrongs as yours can not
+exist; and, as General Banks is deeply engrossed in the immediate
+business at head-quarters, he will hardly hear of my action before the
+ship leaves&mdash;so I am going to give you the house."</p>
+
+<p>I am sure the kind-hearted reader will find no fault with me that I
+took particular pains to select one of the largest of her father's
+houses, (it contained forty rooms,) when she told me that she wanted
+to let the apartments as a means of support for herself and her
+children.</p>
+
+<p>My only regret in the case was that Mr. Cox had not been considerate
+enough to leave a carriage and a pair of bays on my hands, that I
+might have had the satisfaction of enabling his daughter to disport
+herself about the city in a style corresponding to her importance as a
+member of so respectable and wealthy a family.</p>
+
+<p>And this story, that I have just told, reminds me of another, similar
+in many respects.</p>
+
+<p>One Sunday morning, late last summer, as I came down-stairs to the
+breakfast-room, I was surprised to find a large number of persons
+assembled in the library. When I reached the door, a member of the
+staff took <span class="pagenum"><a id="page111" name="page111"></a>(p. 111)</span>me by the arm and drew me into the room toward a
+young and delicate mulatto girl, who was standing against the opposite
+wall, with the meek, patient bearing of her race, so expressive of the
+system of oppression to which they have been so long subjected.
+Drawing down the border of her dress, my conductor showed me a sight
+more revolting than I trust ever again to behold. The poor girl's back
+was flayed until the quivering flesh resembled a fresh beefsteak
+scorched on a gridiron. With a cold chill creeping through my veins, I
+turned away from the sickening spectacle, and, for an explanation of
+the affair, scanned the various persons about the room.</p>
+
+<p>In the center of the group, at his writing-table, sat the General. His
+head rested on his hand, and he was evidently endeavoring to fix his
+attention upon the remarks of a tall, swarthy-looking man who stood
+opposite, and who, I soon discovered, was the owner of the girl, and
+was attempting a defense of the foul outrage he had committed upon the
+unresisting and helpless person of his unfortunate victim, who stood
+smarting, but silent, under the dreadful pain inflicted by the brutal
+lash.</p>
+
+<p>By the side of the slaveholder stood our Adjutant-General, his face
+livid with almost irrepressible rage, and his fists tight-clenched, as
+if to violently restrain himself from visiting the guilty wretch with
+summary and retributive justice. Disposed about the room, in various
+attitudes, but all exhibiting in their countenances the same mingling
+of horror and indignation, were other members of the staff&mdash;while near
+the door <span class="pagenum"><a id="page112" name="page112"></a>(p. 112)</span>stood three or four house-servants, who were
+witnesses in the case.</p>
+
+<p>To the charge of having administered the inhuman castigation, Landry
+(the owner of the girl) pleaded guilty, but urged, in extenuation,
+that the girl had dared to make an effort for that freedom which her
+instincts, drawn from the veins of her abuser, had taught her was the
+God-given right of all who possess the germ of immortality,&mdash;no matter
+what the color of the casket in which it is hidden. I say "drawn from
+the veins of her abuser," because she declared she was his daughter;
+and every one in the room, looking upon the man and woman confronting
+each other, confessed that the resemblance justified the assertion.</p>
+
+<p>After the conclusion of all the evidence in the case, the General
+continued in the same position as before, and remained for some time
+apparently lost in abstraction. I shall never forget the singular
+expression on his face. I had been accustomed to see him in a storm of
+passion at any instance of oppression or flagrant injustice; but on
+this occasion he was too deeply affected to obtain relief in the usual
+way. His whole air was one of dejection, almost listlessness; his
+indignation too intense, and his anger too stern, to find expression
+even in his countenance.</p>
+
+<p>Never have I seen that peculiar look but on three or four occasions
+similar to the one I am narrating, when I knew he was pondering upon
+the fatal curse that had cast its withering blight upon all around,
+until the manhood and humanity were crushed out of <span class="pagenum"><a id="page113" name="page113"></a>(p. 113)</span>the
+people, and outrages such as the above were looked upon with
+complacency, and the perpetrators treated as respected and worthy
+citizens, and that he was realizing the great truth, that, however man
+might endeavor to guide this war to the advantage of a favorite idea
+or a sagacious policy, the Almighty was directing it surely and
+steadily for the purification of our country from this greatest of
+national sins.</p>
+
+<p>But to return to my story. After sitting in the mood which I have
+described at such length, the General again turned to the prisoner,
+and said, in a quiet, subdued tone of voice&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Landry, I dare not trust myself to decide to-day what punishment
+would be meet for your offense, for I am in that state of mind that I
+fear I might exceed the strict demands of justice. I shall, therefore,
+place you under guard for the present, until I conclude upon your
+sentence."</p>
+
+<p>A few days after, a number of influential citizens having represented
+to the General that Mr. Landry was not only a "high-toned gentleman,"
+but a person of unusual "<span class="smcap">AMIABILITY</span>" of character, and was,
+consequently, entitled to no small degree of leniency, he answered
+that, in consideration of the prisoner's "high-toned" character, and
+especially of his "amiability," of which he had seen so remarkable a
+proof, he had determined to meet their views, and therefore ordered
+that Landry give a deed of manumission to the girl, and pay a fine of
+five hundred dollars, to be placed in the hands of a trustee for her
+benefit.</p>
+
+<h3><span class="pagenum"><a id="page114" name="page114"></a>(p. 114)</span>Beauties of the Peculiar Institution&mdash;A Few
+Well-substantiated Facts.</h3>
+
+<p>A Mr. P&mdash;&mdash;, deceased, of Gallatin, Tenn., for years a slave-trader,
+had children both by his wife and her body-servant, a beautiful
+mulatto woman&mdash;thus making, generally, the additions to his family in
+<span class="italic">duplicate</span>. One of his illegitimate daughters&mdash;a beautiful,
+hazel-eyed mulatto girl&mdash;is now the waiting-maid of his widow. This
+bright mulatto girl is married to a slave belonging to a prominent
+member of Congress from Tennessee, and has a son, a particularly apt
+and intelligent boy, whom the rebel women used to send around the
+camps, head-quarters, and street corners, to obtain the latest news,
+and report the same to them. Although but eight years old, he was too
+shrewd to remain quietly a slave. When the daughter of a Federal
+officer opened a little school, to teach a few contrabands, he came,
+and learned very rapidly. But his intellectual growth was suddenly
+stopped by the interference of his <span class="italic">grand</span>mother, who followed him to
+the school one day, and dragged him from the room in a perfect rage,
+threatening to kill him if he ever dared enter a <span class="italic">free</span>-school again,
+at the same time declaring to him that "he was not President Lincoln
+yet."</p>
+
+<p>Another instance: The wealthy and prominent Colonel G&mdash;&mdash;, of
+Gallatin, Tenn., a very <span class="italic">respectable</span> and <span class="italic">high-toned</span> gentleman, who
+is reputed a <span class="italic">kind-hearted</span> and benevolent man, <span class="italic">remarkably lenient</span>
+toward his slaves, whose praise is in the mouths of our Northern
+soldiers for his kind hospitalities, finding that his slaves, in view
+of the coming difficulties, did not increase fast <span class="pagenum"><a id="page115" name="page115"></a>(p. 115)</span>enough for
+profit, called them all together on the 1st of January, 1862, and said
+to them: "Now, wenches, mind, every one of you that aint 'big' in
+three or four months, I intend to sell to the slave-trader." He
+afterward chuckled over it, adding that it "brought them to terms."
+Comment needless.</p>
+
+<p>In the fall of 1861, in Piketon, Ky., at the headwaters of the Big
+Sandy, were two families&mdash;one known as the Slone family, the other as
+the Johnson family. The slaves of the former were all liberated about
+seventeen years before, by a will, stipulating that they should remain
+with his wife and work the plantation while she lived. Mrs. Slone died
+about two years after her husband, and not only emancipated these
+slaves, according to the last will and testament of her deceased
+husband, but, as they had taken more care of the old lady in her
+declining years than her sons, she thought it but equitable and right
+to disinherit the sons and leave the remnant of a once large estate,
+reduced to $9,000, to the slaves. But the gloating avarice of her
+gambling sons, backed by a vile public sentiment, prompted these
+unnatural sons to attempt to break the wills of their father and
+mother. After litigating the case about twelve years, and having been
+defeated in the highest courts in Kentucky, they went back and set up
+a claim of $2,000 against their father's estate, when these despoiled
+slaves had to deposit the last of their estate as security, having
+been for more than twelve years thus harassed and perplexed by
+vexatious lawsuits. When the Union army under General Nelson came into
+that country, and had that trumpeted battle at Ivy Mountain, and our
+troops reached <span class="pagenum"><a id="page116" name="page116"></a>(p. 116)</span>Prestonburg, twenty-five miles from Piketon,
+these hunted and plundered ones concluded that <span class="italic">now</span> was the time for
+them to escape to the "promised land." They gathered together their
+little <span class="italic">all</span>, cut fifty or sixty saw-logs, made a raft, loaded their
+worldly goods on it, and floated down the river. When they reached
+Prestonburg, General Nelson had them arrested, cut their raft to
+pieces, and sent them back to Piketon. Afterward, when our troops,
+under the intrepid Garfield, moved up the river, and made their
+head-quarters at Piketon, these tormented and persecuted ones were
+told that now they might avail themselves of the Government boats to
+go down the river and leave the land of their tormentors.</p>
+
+<p>The Johnson family slaves were liberated, at the death of their owner,
+by a will, the writer and executor of which had run off into the rebel
+army, carrying it with him. A distant relative of Mr. Johnson, a
+worthless, shiftless, ignorant fellow, moved upon the plantation, and
+claimed not only the property, but the slaves. "When our troops were
+about leaving Piketon, the most intelligent of the Slone family asked
+of Captain H&mdash;&mdash;, A. A. Q. M., the privilege of using a push-boat to
+transport the family down the river. Consent was given them, and, the
+next morning, the <span class="italic">two</span> families gathered together, the old and young,
+men and women and children, numbering fifty-nine souls, and started
+down the river. Colonel C&mdash;&mdash;, commanding the post, had them arrested,
+and ordered them back. One of his own officers represented to him that
+these people had an order for the boat from General Garfield, and,
+becoming alarmed, he let them go upon their way. <span class="pagenum"><a id="page117" name="page117"></a>(p. 117)</span>Soon,
+however, the biped hounds were on their track, in hot pursuit. Two
+slaves, married into these families, had escaped and followed this
+boat-load. Although their villainous masters had fought in the rebel
+army, they were furnished with passes to pursue their fleeing slaves,
+under the protection of the United States arms. These pursuers, weary
+and exhausted, stopped at a slave-trader's above Paintsville, where a
+large bend in the river enabled them to gain several miles by a cross
+cut, took horses, and arrived at foot of Buffalo Shoals just as the
+boat-load of fifty-nine frightened souls were going over it. They at
+once leveled their rifles, and ordered the boat to lie-to, supposing
+their slaves were aboard. They did so, and occupied a small vacant hut
+on the bank of the river, awaiting a Government boat that would be
+down on the following morning. Early the next morning, (Sunday,) two
+lewd fellows of the baser sort, pursuing them in a skiff, landed at
+the place of rendezvous, and were about to rush into the cabin, when
+the leader of the negroes stopped them, saying:</p>
+
+<p>"Porter and Radcliff, <span class="italic">you can't enter here</span>; we have none of your
+slaves."</p>
+
+<p>But the boldest of these desperadoes, tiger-like, crouched on his
+hands and knees, and got in the rear of the cabin. Then, suddenly
+rushing upon the old man, said, "Damn you, I'll shoot you any way,"
+and fired, the ball lodging in the abdomen. He continued to fire,
+indiscriminately, into the group of women and children, hitting one
+girl in the knee, and a younger child on the side of the head. Then
+these cowardly miscreants rushed away, but not until a ball from the
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page118" name="page118"></a>(p. 118)</span>rifle of one of these freedmen took effect in the thigh of
+Radcliff. These men seemed to love the negro so well that they were
+not willing to let even freedmen leave the State, if they have but the
+least taint of African blood in their veins; and now they stand as
+sentinels around the tottering bastile, lest some of the victims
+escape.</p>
+
+<p>Another instance: In Hospital No. 2, in Gallatin, there is now at work
+a girl eighteen years of age, of pure Anglo-Saxon blood. This girl's
+reputed mother says, that when her own child was born, it was taken
+away from her, and this white child put in its place. She is satisfied
+it was the illegitimate child of her master's daughter, which she had
+<span class="italic">by her own father</span>.</p>
+
+<p>In September, 1862, at Stevenson, Alabama, in collecting contrabands
+to work on the fortifications, we found a <span class="italic">white man</span>, sixty-three
+years old, who had all his life been compelled to herd with negroes.
+He had been forced to live with four different black women as his
+wives, by whom he had twenty-eight children. Colonel Straight, of the
+51st Indiana Regiment, saw one of the old man's daughters, and said
+she was as white and had as beautiful blue eyes as any girl he ever
+saw in his own State. His was the same sad story&mdash;that he was an
+illegitimate son of his master's daughter, in Virginia; was taken to
+the slave-pen, where, with one hundred and twenty-seven others, he was
+raised for the market. We started him to Governor Morton, of Indiana,
+as a specimen of the men made chattels, and for which the South was
+fighting. He was captured on his way North. This is wickedness,
+"naked, but not ashamed."</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page119" name="page119"></a>(p. 119)</span>We copy the following from the Montgomery (Alabama)
+<span class="italic">Advertiser</span>:</p>
+
+<div class="quote">
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">One Hundred Dollars Reward</span>&mdash;Or Fifty Dollars if arrested in
+     the State, will be paid for the arrest and confinement in
+     jail, so that I may get him, of my boy Lewis, who left home
+     on Sunday, the 14th inst. Lewis is about five feet, seven
+     inches high, <span class="italic">light complexion, nearly white</span>, spare made,
+     well dressed, wore mustache and goatee, quick to reply when
+     spoken to, has "traveled," and <span class="italic">may attempt to pass for a
+     white person</span>; he may endeavor to get to Richmond, where his
+     mother and family reside.</p>
+
+<p class="noindent left50 smcap">William Foster.</p>
+<p><span class="smcap">Tuskegee</span>, Ala., <span class="italic">June 14, 1863</span>.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="p2">We suppose that this "nearly white" slave, who, it is suspected, will
+try to "pass for a white person," is William Foster's grandson, or
+perhaps his own offspring. Foster, no doubt, thinks that the negro is
+indebted to slavery for his moral and religious training. We advise
+the conservative journals to copy the above advertisement, and comment
+indignantly on the practice of amalgamation. The occasion will be a
+good one; and we assure them that the instances are as plenty as
+blackberries in Dixie.</p>
+
+<p>At Athens, Alabama, in the summer of 1862, when that noble, earnest,
+and efficient officer, General Turchin, was court-martialed because he
+<span class="italic">hurt</span> the rebels of that State, General G&mdash;&mdash; was invited to make his
+head-quarters at Dr. Nicklin's, one of the largest slaveholders in
+that part of the State, a devoted member of the Methodist Episcopal
+Church, and really a highly cultivated and courteous gentleman. One
+day he charged the General with being <span class="italic">radical</span>. The General said,
+"No, I'm only a Republican; but I have a most radical <span class="pagenum"><a id="page120" name="page120"></a>(p. 120)</span>
+commissary on my staff." The next day the radical commissary was
+invited to the house by Mrs. N&mdash;&mdash;, who said she "wanted to see a
+Yankee who would not deny being an Abolitionist." While at dinner the
+Doctor proposed to investigate the causes of our wide differences.
+Captain H&mdash;&mdash; remarked at the same time:</p>
+
+<p>"Would it not be better, while enjoying your hospitalities, to talk
+upon subjects of agreement?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," said the Doctor; "we arrive at truth only by comparing notes."</p>
+
+<p>"Then," the Captain said, "I must be a freeman, and talk from my own
+platform."</p>
+
+<p>"Certainly," was the answer.</p>
+
+<p>"Then," said the Captain, "you are on trial. You must give a reason
+for the hope within you. We charge you with having commenced a wicked
+and causeless war. And now give us your reasons for it."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, in the first place, the Abolitionists are fighting against the
+Bible, and against God. The Bible, an express revelation from Heaven,
+says, 'When these servants, or slaves, are to be procured of the
+heathen round about you, of them shall ye buy, and they shall be your
+possession forever.' That settles the question of <span class="italic">moral</span> right; and
+in relation to the political question, you were for excluding us from
+the territories, when they were manifestly ours equal with yours. We
+had the same right there with our property that you had. Equality of
+rights was the cardinal principle of our Government. In your political
+action you strike a blow at the very foundation of our
+Government&mdash;equality of rights."</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page121" name="page121"></a>(p. 121)</span>To which Captain H&mdash;&mdash; replied: "Though not much of a
+theologian, I have, nevertheless, looked into the Levitical law, and
+found a paragraph like the following: 'He that stealeth a man, or
+selleth him, or if he be found in his hands, shall surely be put to
+death.' Let us analyze this 'stealeth a man'&mdash;the <span class="italic">foreign</span>
+slave-trader&mdash;'and selleth him'&mdash;the American slave-seller, or, 'if he
+be found in his hands'&mdash;the American slaveholder. If you will show me
+how any of these can escape punishment, then I will pursue the
+Biblical argument. In regard to the political question, the citizen of
+Ohio and the citizen of Alabama are treated just alike. A citizen of
+Ohio can take his household goods, merchandise, and cattle into the
+territories. A citizen from Alabama has the <span class="italic">same</span> right, but he can
+not take his slave; nor yet can a citizen of Ohio. Hence, they <span class="italic">have</span>
+equal rights."</p>
+
+<p>At the close of the discussion the Doctor said, that "his neighbors
+were greatly alarmed when the Union army came into the district, for
+fear the slaves would leave them; but I said to my slaves, 'If you
+prefer to go away and leave me, do so: come and tell me; don't sneak
+away at night with your little bundle, but come right up and tell me,
+"We want to leave," and I will give you five dollars, and let you go,
+with this condition, that you never show your faces around my
+plantation.'"</p>
+
+<p>Captain H&mdash;&mdash; looked as though it were doubtful, but said nothing.
+About a week afterward, the Doctor said to the General&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"I want you to take a ride with me over to the <span class="pagenum"><a id="page122" name="page122"></a>(p. 122)</span>plantation.
+You Northern men don't know how well our slaves love us. Whenever I go
+to see them, they run out to meet me; inquire after my wife and
+children with as much interest as <span class="italic">your</span> children would inquire after
+you."</p>
+
+<p>The General said he "would be glad to avail himself of the opportunity
+to see the workings of their system," and started off with the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>On the way down, the Doctor remarked that he "had another reason for
+wishing him to go down;" that "there were three cases of
+insubordination, and I want to show you <span class="italic">my mode</span> of controlling
+slaves. When I told your Abolition commissary, Captain H&mdash;&mdash;, the
+other day, how I managed my boys, I saw he did not believe one word I
+said. Now I want you to see for yourself; then you can convince him."</p>
+
+<p>Arriving at the plantation, sure enough, the slaves came out, and made
+special inquiries about his wife and family. The General said that the
+saddest sight of all was, that all these women and <span class="italic">children</span> gave
+promise to increase the number of slaves&mdash;girls eleven years old were
+among these.</p>
+
+<p>The Doctor called up the culprits and addressed the principal
+offender. "Aleck," said he, "unless you submit to the mild punishment
+of our plantation discipline, all order and discipline will be lost.
+You know my rule. I have told you before, whenever you are not
+satisfied, just say so, and I will let you go. What do you say, Aleck,
+Bob, and Dick?"</p>
+
+<p>Bowing very low, the darkeys said, "Well, den, massa, gib us de fibe
+dollars and we go."</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page123" name="page123"></a>(p. 123)</span>He turned pale, and, being utterly dumfounded, after
+regaining himself, and <span class="italic">not giving</span> them the money, said, "Be off,
+then!" He had too much of the Southern chivalry to back out, and came
+away a wiser if not a better man, but said "nary word" about
+convincing the Abolition commissary.<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page124" name="page124"></a>(p. 124)</span><a id="chapter12" name="chapter12"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="12">XII</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">General Schofield &mdash; Colonel Durbin Ward &mdash; Colonel Connell
+     &mdash; Women in Breeches &mdash; Another Incident of the War &mdash; Negro
+     Sermon.</p>
+
+<p class="left50 smaller"><span class="smcap">Triune, Tenn.</span>, <span class="italic">April 29, 1863</span>.</p>
+
+<p>The last letter I wrote you was from the Missouri army. I am so
+continually <span class="italic">flying</span> around that I have won the cognomen of "the
+kite." It is astonishing what a charm there is in camp life; boys that
+have been away but a short time feel a craving to once more resume
+their duties among their comrades. With me 'tis a great pleasure to
+get back to the familiar faces of this splendid division.</p>
+
+<p>Our new commander, General Schofield, is fast winning the devotion of
+his troops; his policy in Missouri meeting the cordial approbation of
+men and officers here. Leniency is played out; nothing but the most
+extreme rigor of military law will bring these traitors to a
+realization of the villainous stand they have taken. Nothing but the
+driving of every enemy from our lines, as we go, will bring the
+misguided citizen to his senses. The men and women, who have been
+allowed so many privileges, have all along been acting as spies. A few
+days since, a little boy, only eight years of age, was caught going
+over to his "uncle Palmer's;" he said his <span class="pagenum"><a id="page125" name="page125"></a>(p. 125)</span>mother wanted him
+to go over and get a chicken, as the "sogers" ate all theirs up, and
+his mother was sick. The picket was about to let the child pass, on
+such an errand as that, and being such a small specimen of humanity.
+The lieutenant of the guard questioned the child closely, but could
+not glean any information of importance. As the child started off,
+down the road, he again called him, and, upon searching, found in the
+heel of his little stocking, <span class="italic">sewed in</span>, a full description of the
+entire camp and fortifications. The boy knew nothing of this, but was
+merely an instrument in the hands of the parents. As a matter of
+course the house was immediately searched, but the whole mystery is
+solved in the fact that several of the Secesh <span class="italic">dam-sells</span> were quite
+favorites in camp.</p>
+
+<p>General Schofield is driving all known sympathizers beyond his lines,
+and permitting none but the undoubted Union men to remain.</p>
+
+<p>A few nights since, as I was about retiring beneath the umbrageous
+shade of a lovely maple, a voice from above shouted, "Is 'Alf' here?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir," was the response.</p>
+
+<p>The voice emanated from the epigastrium of a huge fellow-wanderer in
+this wilderness, who was mounted upon a fiery steed.</p>
+
+<p>"You are sent for by the commanding officers of the First Brigade, and
+I have orders to take you there, <span class="italic">peaceably</span>, if I can; <span class="italic">forcibly</span>, if
+I must."</p>
+
+<p>As our camp was just getting wrapped in the arms of "Murphy," and not
+wishing to disturb them in their slumber, I consented to go. It was
+about a mile, over hill, through woods and thicket, to their camp. I
+preferred <span class="pagenum"><a id="page126" name="page126"></a>(p. 126)</span>walking; but the gentle persuader on the horse
+induced me to "double up," and, after various efforts, I succeeded in
+mounting. I told the driver I was a poor rider, and convinced him of
+it before long. As the horse objected to my being placed so far back
+on his haunch, and I couldn't get forward, there naturally arose a
+dispute, which eventuated in the horse running off with both of us.
+After being duly deposited on the ground, the horse seemed delighted,
+and expressed his pleasure by kicking up his heels. After various
+vicissitudes, I was safely deposited at the head-quarters of the First
+Brigade, under the command of Colonel Connell.</p>
+
+<p>Upon the announcement that "Alf" had "arriv," I heard the stentorian
+lungs of Colonel Durbin Ward ask: "Dead or alive?"</p>
+
+<p>With fear and trembling I entered the tent, and found Colonel Connell,
+with nearly all his officers. I think Byron says something about there
+being</p>
+
+<p class="poem center">"A sound of revelry by night."</p>
+
+<p>Well, so there was. Byron can prove it by me. O, shades of the
+"vine-clad hills of Bingen," but the "Isabella" was profuse! I
+remember being kept busy for two hours telling yarns and riddles, and
+the next day was accused of borrowing a horse and leading him home. My
+medical adviser, Dr. Wright, of the 35th Ohio, kept with me until the
+roads forked, and then he <span class="italic">deviated</span>.</p>
+
+<p>Yesterday I paid a visit to the lamented Bob McCook's "Old Ninth"
+Regiment. The men are in splendid condition&mdash;the pride of the
+division. They are noted as the most ingenious battalion in the Army
+of the Cumberland. <span class="pagenum"><a id="page127" name="page127"></a>(p. 127)</span>They have improvised a turning-shop, and
+manufacture chessmen, checkers, and every variety of specimens in that
+line. They have a flying-Dutchman, revolving swing, quoits, bag races,
+etc., while the lovers of horse-racing and cock-fighting can be duly
+amused every day in the week by members of the different regiments,
+each tenacious of the fair fame of his favorite battalion. Last night
+a fine game-cock, belonging to the 2d Minnesota, whipped one owned by
+the 35th Ohio, and, as a matter of course, the 2d Minnesota are in
+high glee, "crowing" over their chicken.</p>
+
+<p>The 2d Minnesota, the 35th Ohio, and 9th Ohio Regiments are wedded.
+Each will vie with the other for the laurels in case of a fight. We
+have here, close at hand, the 17th, 31st, and 34th Ohio, besides those
+already mentioned. Our force is adequate for all the rebels dare send
+against us.</p>
+
+<p>The voice of the boys is universally for the Union, against all
+traitors, whether those who openly meet them in the field, or the more
+dastardly coward that remains at home and backbites, and aids the
+enemy by words of comfort, and spreading dissensions in the rear.</p>
+
+<p>The soldiers are unanimous upon the war question. They want no
+milk-and-water policy, and all they ask is, that the friends at home
+will back them in the field. Let all, whether Democrat, Republican,
+Abolitionist, or Pro-slavery, <span class="italic">unite</span> upon the <span class="italic">Union</span>. Let us have
+the Government sustained, regardless of all else. People at home have
+no right to dictate to our leaders what policy they should pursue.
+They are presumed to know what is best. If slavery falls, why
+sympathize with the owners? What claims have they upon your <span class="pagenum"><a id="page128" name="page128"></a>(p. 128)</span>
+sympathies? A strange change has come over the people since former
+years. One party accused the other, and all who were opposed to
+slavery, as having "nigger on the brain." Now it is reversed. The
+rebel sympathizer, the ultra pro-slavery man, is the individual who is
+now troubled with this complaint.</p>
+
+<p>Let us hope our whole people will be thoroughly united at the coming
+elections, and let their motto be: "We are unalterably opposed to the
+secession of one inch of the territory of the American Union." Then I,
+for one, and I know it is the universal feeling of this entire
+division, will not care if the man who comes in on that platform be
+Democrat, Whig, or Republican; he should have the support of all true
+lovers of his country.</p>
+
+<h3>Women in Breeches.</h3>
+
+<p>Whether the women in modern times have taken the cue from the poet's
+words,</p>
+
+<p class="poem center">"Once more unto the <span class="italic">breech</span>, dear friends,"</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">and merely added the plural, making it "breeches," I know not; but the
+present war for the Union has elicited much enthusiasm among the
+gentler sex, causing them, in many instances, to lay aside their
+accustomed garb, and assume the exterior of the sterner portion of
+creation; in proof of which the following story of the war is given:</p>
+
+<p>A young woman arrived in Chicago from Louisville, Ky., whose history
+is thus related in the <span class="italic">Post</span> of that city:</p>
+
+<p>"She gave her name as Annie Lillybridge, of Detroit, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page129" name="page129"></a>(p. 129)</span>and
+stated that her parents reside in Hamilton, Canada. Last spring she
+was employed in a dry-goods store in Detroit, where she became
+acquainted with a Lieutenant W&mdash;&mdash;, of one of the Michigan regiments,
+and an intimacy immediately sprang up between them. They corresponded
+for some time, and became much attached to each other. Some time
+during last summer, Lieutenant W&mdash;&mdash; was appointed to a position in
+the 21st Michigan Infantry, then rendezvousing in Ionia County. The
+thought of parting from the gay lieutenant nearly drove her mad, and
+she resolved to share his dangers and be near him. No sooner had she
+resolved upon this course than she proceeded to the act. Purchasing
+male attire, she visited Ionia, enlisted in Captain Kavanagh's
+company, 21st Regiment. While in camp she managed to keep her secret
+from all; not even the object of her attachment, who met her every
+day, was aware of her presence so near him.</p>
+
+<p>"Annie left with her regiment for Kentucky, passed through all the
+dangers and temptations of a camp life, endured long marches, and
+sleeping on the cold ground, without a murmur. At last, the night
+before the battle of Pea Ridge, (or Prairie Grove,) in which her
+regiment took part, her sex was discovered by a member of her company;
+but she enjoined secrecy upon him, after relating her previous
+history. On the following day she was under fire, and, from a letter
+she has in her possession, it appears she behaved with marked
+gallantry, and, with her own hand, shot a rebel captain, who was in
+the act of firing upon Lieutenant W&mdash;&mdash;. But the fear of revealing her
+sex continually haunted her. After the battle, she was sent out, with
+others, to <span class="pagenum"><a id="page130" name="page130"></a>(p. 130)</span>collect the wounded, and one of the first corpses
+found by her was the soldier who had discovered her sex.</p>
+
+<p>"Days and weeks passed on, and she became a universal favorite with
+the regiment, so much so that her Colonel (Stephens) frequently
+detailed her as regimental clerk, a position that brought her in close
+contact with her lover, who, at this time, was either major or
+adjutant of the regiment. A few weeks subsequently she was out on
+picket duty, when she received a shot in the arm that disabled her,
+and, notwithstanding the efforts of the surgeon, her wound continually
+grew worse. She was sent to the hospital at Louisville, where she has
+been ever since, until a few weeks ago, when she was discharged by the
+post surgeon, as her arm was stiffened and rendered useless for life.
+She implored to be permitted to return to her regiment; but the
+surgeon was unyielding, and discharged her. Annie immediately hurried
+toward home, and, by the aid of benevolent strangers, reached this
+city. At Cincinnati she told her secret to a benevolent lady, and was
+supplied with female attire. She declares that she will enlist in her
+old regiment again, if there is a recruiting officer for the 21st in
+Michigan. She still clings to the lieutenant, and says she must be
+near him if he falls or is taken down sick; that where he goes she
+will go; and when he dies, she will end her life by her own hand."</p>
+
+<h3>Another Incident of the War.</h3>
+
+<p>A few weeks since, a captain, accompanied by a young soldier,
+apparently about seventeen years of age, arrived in this city, in
+charge of some rebel prisoners. During <span class="pagenum"><a id="page131" name="page131"></a>(p. 131)</span>their stay in the
+city, the young soldier alluded to had occasion to visit
+head-quarters, and at once attracted the attention of Colonel Mundy,
+as being exceedingly sprightly, and possessed of more than ordinary
+intelligence. Being in need of such a young man at Barracks No. 1, the
+Colonel detailed him for service in that institution. He soon won the
+esteem of his superior officers, and became a general favorite with
+all connected with the barracks. A few days ago, however, the
+startling secret was disclosed that the supposed young man was a young
+lady, and the fact was established beyond doubt, by a soldier who was
+raised in the same town, with her, and knew her parents. She
+"acknowledged the corn," and begged to be retained in the position to
+which she had been assigned; having been in the service ten months,
+she desired to serve during the war. Her wish was accordingly granted,
+and she is still at her post.</p>
+
+<p>We learned the facts above stated, and took occasion to visit the
+barracks, and was introduced to "Frank Martin," (her assumed name,)
+and gleaned the following incidents connected with her extraordinary
+career during the past ten months:</p>
+
+<p>Frank was born near Bristol, Penn., and her parents reside in
+Alleghany City, where she was raised. They are highly respectable
+people, and in very good circumstances. She was sent to the convent in
+Wheeling, Va., at twelve years of age, where she remained until the
+breaking out of the war, having acquired a superior education, and all
+the accomplishments of modern days. She visited home after leaving the
+convent; and, after taking leave of her parents, proceeded to this
+city, in <span class="pagenum"><a id="page132" name="page132"></a>(p. 132)</span>July last, with the design of enlisting in the 2d
+East Tennessee Cavalry, which she accomplished, and accompanied the
+Army of the Cumberland to Nashville. She was in the thickest of the
+fight at Murfreesboro, and was severely wounded in the shoulder, but
+fought gallantly, and waded Stone River into Murfreesboro, on the
+memorable Sunday on which our forces were driven back. She had her
+wound dressed, and here her sex was disclosed, and General Rosecrans
+made acquainted with the fact. She was accordingly mustered out of
+service, notwithstanding her earnest entreaty to be allowed to serve
+the cause she loved so well. The General was very favorably impressed
+with her daring bravery, and superintended the arrangements for her
+safe transmission to her parents. She left the Army of the Cumberland,
+resolved to enlist again in the first regiment she met.</p>
+
+<h3>Negro Sermon delivered at Triune, Tenn.</h3>
+
+<p class="left50 smaller"><span class="smcap">Camp near Triune, Tenn.</span>, <span class="italic">May 16, 1863</span>.</p>
+
+<p>Last Sunday week there was a grand revival meeting of the numerous
+contrabands, at the Brick Church, near the village. The house was
+crowded by the most fashionable black belles in the county, many of
+them dressed "<span class="italic">a la mode</span>." An old man arose, and stated that he had
+formerly been a <span class="italic">circus</span> preacher, and "done been ober de country from
+station to station, preachin' de gospel," and he now felt like
+"talkin' to de brudders and sistern." He commenced his discourse:</p>
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">My Belubed Bredern</span>&mdash;I haben't got no Bible. De rebels, when dey
+squatulated from dis place, done <span class="pagenum"><a id="page133" name="page133"></a>(p. 133)</span>toted dem all off wid 'em.
+Derefore, I am destrained to make a tex' myself, and ax you,</p>
+
+<p class="center">"'<span class="smcap">Whar Do You Lib</span>?'</p>
+
+<p>"Is your dwellin' in de tents of wickedness? Now, my belubed bredern,
+de world am a whirlin' and a whirlin', jest as it allers hes bin. Dish
+here world nebber stan' still for de Yanks or for de rebs, but keeps
+on its course jest de same, and why shouldn't you do so likewise?</p>
+
+<p>"If de Lord is a smilin' on us dark sheep ob de flock, and Fader
+Abraham has got his bosom ready for to <span class="italic">deceib</span> us, why should we not
+be <span class="italic">preparred</span> for de glory ob dat day?</p>
+
+<p>"My tex' <span class="italic">requires</span> ob you, '<span class="italic">Whar do you lib?</span>'</p>
+
+<p>"Is you strollin' round, wid no hope of de future freedom starrin' you
+in de face? Massa Linkum has done tole you, dat if you work for de
+salvation ob de Union, dat you shall be saved, no matter what de
+Legislatur' ob Kaintuck may say to de reverse contrary dereof&mdash;<span class="italic">dat
+is</span>, if de <span class="italic">Union</span> be saved <span class="italic">likewise</span>; and Massa Linkum is de man
+what will stand up to de rack; so, derefore, I ax you, '<span class="italic">Whar do you
+lib?</span>'</p>
+
+<p>"De good book done tole you dat you can't serb two masters; but dat is
+a passenger ob Scriptur' I nebber could understan' wid all my larnin',
+for de most ob us has been serbin' a heap o' masters durin' dis
+comboberation ob de white folks, wherein we colored gemmen is
+interested; derefore I ask, agin and agin, de momentus question ob
+'<span class="italic">Whar do you lib?</span>'</p>
+
+<p>"Now, my brudders, I is perfec'ly awar dat many ob you don't lib much,
+but dat you jest 'sassiate round;' you isn't de right stripe; <span class="italic">you
+don't lib nowhar</span>.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page134" name="page134"></a>(p. 134)</span>"Wharfor is dis state ob society, after all de white folks am
+a doin for you?</p>
+
+<p>"Look aroun' an' aroun' you, an' see de glorious names oh our colored
+bredern what is fitin' an a fitin' for you in de army. Dars Horace
+Greeley and Fred Douglass; dars Jack Mims and Wendal Phlips; dars
+Lennox Ramond and Lloyd Garrison. De last-mentioned colored pusson is
+a tic'lar friend ob mine, and is named after a place whar dey now is
+trainin' a lot ob our race. De Garrison was named after de garrison.</p>
+
+<p>"Den dars Mrs. Beechum Sto; look at dat lady; isn't she going from de
+camp to de camp just like de Martingale&mdash;what de English people had in
+de las' war in Florence; and don't dey call her de Florence Martingale
+ob dis hemisphere?</p>
+
+<p>"Be ye also ready to answer de question as to '<span class="italic">Whar do you lib?</span>'</p>
+
+<p>"So dat de glorification ob Uncle Abraham Linkum shall resound ober de
+earth, and we darkeys no longer hab to hoe de corn, but lib foreber on
+de fat ob de lan'. Brudder Jerry will please pass aroun' de hat."<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page135" name="page135"></a>(p. 135)</span><a id="chapter13" name="chapter13"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="13">XIII</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">Letter from Cheat Mountain &mdash; The Women of the South &mdash;
+     Gilbert's Brigade.</p>
+
+<h3>Letter from Cheat Mountain.</h3>
+
+<p class="left50 smaller"><span class="smcap">Camp of 6th Ohio, at Elkwater, Va., 1861.</span></p>
+
+<p>The trees begin to look barren, the bronzed hue of the surrounding
+hills admonishing us that October, chill and drear, is upon us. Every
+thing in nature is cheerless, and, adding to nature, man has, with
+despoiling hands, laid waste the country for miles about our present
+location. Pen can not describe the devastation of an army: orchards
+are swept away; of fences scarce a trace is left; houses are converted
+into stables, fodder-cribs, and store-houses; corn-fields are used as
+pastures; forests must fall to supply our men with fire-wood; in fact,
+with the soldier nothing is sacred. And why should any thing be sacred
+in this "section," where traitors have been fostered, and where every
+vote cast was for secession? Let them reap the harvest they themselves
+have sown.</p>
+
+<p>The farmers come daily into camp, whining because our men cut down
+their sugar-trees, or "find" a few cabbages or apples; but, as the
+Colonel is aware that the boys must be kept in fire-wood, he is
+heedless of their whimperings.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page136" name="page136"></a>(p. 136)</span>The cold is telling fearfully upon the men at night, and I
+fear, if a supply of clothing is not soon forthcoming, much suffering
+will be the consequence. It is a burning disgrace to somebody, that
+such things should be, and it is galling to our regiment to see
+Indiana troops, just mustered into service, passing our encampment
+with large, heavy overcoats, and every thing about them denoting
+comfort and an attention to their wants. The cold frosts are beginning
+to leave their imprints; already snow is capping the mountain-tops,
+and God help us if we get winter-bound in this "neck of woods." Some
+few are glorying in the thought of the fine deer and bear hunts they
+will have. The latter I can't <span class="italic">bear</span> to think about, and the former a
+man must be <span class="italic">der</span>anged to think of catching upon, these mountains.</p>
+
+<p>The paymaster has been disbursing his funds for the past three days,
+and the boys are all in excellent spirits. Theodore Marsh and Leonard
+Swartz will go home heavily laden with the hard earnings of this
+regiment. How many hearts will be gladdened by the receipt of the
+little pittances sent, and how loth many will be to use the money when
+they remember the toil endured to obtain it! But let the friends rest
+assured that the <span class="italic">money</span> was not thought of. A purer, a more noble
+thought and higher aim animated the breasts, of those who have so
+nobly suffered&mdash;a determination to see their country's honor
+maintained.</p>
+
+<p>Our pickets have scoured the country around, far and near, but no
+signs of the enemy can be found. There is no doubt but that they have
+retired for the winter. There will, however, be plenty left to guard
+the interests <span class="pagenum"><a id="page137" name="page137"></a>(p. 137)</span>of the Federal army until spring, when, no
+doubt, the campaign will be opened with vigor, if not sooner settled.</p>
+
+<p>In the reconnoissance by our regiment, a week since, traces of Captain
+Bense and his party were found in the Secession camp; several of Hall
+&amp; Cobb's (our sutlers) checks being found in their camp, and a
+prisoner, afterward brought in, said they had been forwarded to
+Richmond, Va.</p>
+
+<p>A rumor that this regiment is to be immediately ordered to Cincinnati
+set the boys fairly dancing; but Madame Rumor is so frequent a visitor
+that the more sensible scarcely noticed her arrival. The most
+authentic rumor is, that Colonel Bosley is to be made a
+brigadier-general. "We shall see what we shall see."</p>
+
+<p>The sky is threatening, and dark as midnight, the air intensely cold,
+and we are hourly expecting a regular old snow-storm. Chestnuts, fine
+and ripe, are abundant; there are hundreds of bushels all over these
+hills, while wild grapes are as abundant as hops in Kent.</p>
+
+<p>Yesterday, a wild-cat was shot and brought into camp by one of the 3d
+Ohio boys. He was about three feet in length, and a "varmint" I
+shouldn't like to meet on a dark night.</p>
+
+<p class="left50">Yours, <span class="add3em smcap">Alf</span>.</p>
+
+<h3>The Women of the South.</h3>
+
+<p>A great deal has been written about them, and there is no doubt but
+they are a thousandfold more bitter than the men. They were, and many
+are yet, perfectly venomous; and the more ignorant, the more spiteful
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page138" name="page138"></a>(p. 138)</span>they seem. The following act was blazoned forth as
+wonderfully heroic in its character, just after our forces occupied
+Philippa, Beelington, and Beverly:</p>
+
+<p>"The two noble heroines, Misses Abbie Kerr and Mary McLeod, of
+Fairmont, Marion County, who rode from their home to Philippa, a
+distance of thirty-odd miles, to apprise our forces there of the
+approach of the enemy, arrived in Staunton by the western train, on
+Wednesday night last, and remained till Friday morning, when they went
+to Richmond. While here they were the 'observed of all observers,' and
+were received with a cordial welcome. Great anxiety was manifested by
+all to hear a detailed account of their interesting adventures from
+their own lips.</p>
+
+<p>"They left Fairmont at six o'clock on Sunday morning, and hastened,
+without escorts, to Philippa. They had not gone a great distance
+before they found that a shoe of one of the horses needed fixing. They
+stopped at a blacksmith's shop for that purpose, and while there a
+Union man came up and questioned them very closely as to who they
+were, and on what mission they were going. Miss McLeod replied to his
+interrogatories, telling him that their surname was Fleming, and that
+they were going to Barbour County, to see their relations. Their
+interrogator seemed to be very hard to satisfy, and it taxed the
+ingenuity of Miss McLeod to improvise a story which would succeed in
+imposing upon him. As soon as the horse-shoe had been fixed, they
+again proceeded upon their way, but had not gone far before their evil
+genius, their interrogator at the blacksmith's shop, dashed by them on
+horseback. They perceived that his suspicions had not been allayed,
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page139" name="page139"></a>(p. 139)</span>and that he was going on in advance of them to herald the
+approach of spies. They allowed him to pass out of sight, in advance,
+and then destroyed the letters they had in their possession, that the
+search of their persons, to which they then anticipated they would be
+required to submit, might not betray them. When they arrived at the
+village of Webster, they found it in commotion, and many persons were
+anxiously awaiting their arrival, in the eager hope of capturing the
+spies.</p>
+
+<p>"They were there subjected to a rigorous cross-examination. The
+heroines were calm and self-possessed&mdash;answering questions without
+hesitancy, and expressing a perfect willingness to have their persons
+searched by any lady who might be selected for that purpose. They were
+allowed to pass on, after being detained for some time, though there
+were some in the crowd who were very much opposed to it. As soon as
+they got out of sight of that village they rode very rapidly, for fear
+they might still be arrested by some of those who were so much opposed
+to allowing them to proceed. They arrived at Philippa about two
+o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, and told Colonel Porterfield
+that the enemy would attack his camp that night or the next morning.</p>
+
+<p>"These ladies then went to the house of a Mr. Huff, about a mile and a
+half from Philippa, where they stayed all night. The next morning they
+heard the report of the firing at Philippa, and, in disguise,
+accompanied by a countrywoman, returned to Philippa, on foot, to see
+what had been the result. They moved about among the enemy without
+being detected or molested in the least degree. Going into one of the
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page140" name="page140"></a>(p. 140)</span>houses, they found James Withers, of the Rockbridge Cavalry,
+who had concealed himself there to prevent the enemy from capturing
+him. These ladies immediately told him that they would effect his
+rescue, if he would trust to them. He very readily consented;
+whereupon these ladies disguised him as a common countryman, by
+furnishing him with some old clothes; they then gave him a basket of
+soap, with a recipe for making it, that he might pass as a peddler of
+that necessary article. With these old clothes, and a basket of soap
+on his arm, and gallantly mounted upon a mule, accompanied by his
+guardian angels, he passed safely through the crowds of the enemy, and
+was brought by them, safe and sound, into the camp of his friends at
+Beverly, after a circuitous and hard ride over precipitous mountains,
+where persons had seldom, if ever, ridden before. His fellow-soldiers
+and friends rejoiced greatly when he arrived, for they thought that he
+was either killed or taken prisoner by the enemy; they rejoiced that
+the supposed 'dead was alive,' and the 'lost was found.' He is now
+known in our camp as the 'peddler of soap.' The heroic conduct of
+these ladies will live in history, and they will become the heroines
+of many a thrilling story of fiction, in years to come."</p>
+
+<p>We have no doubt but that their names will live in history. Benedict
+Arnold is still in the memory of every American, loathed and despised,
+as Davis and his crew will eventually be, without doubt.</p>
+
+<h3>Gilbert's Brigade.</h3>
+
+<p>In May last, the 124th Ohio was near Franklin, Tenn., a part of
+General Granger's division, and belonging <span class="pagenum"><a id="page141" name="page141"></a>(p. 141)</span>to Gilbert's
+brigade. Friend "Esperance," in writing about the regiment, says: "We
+are encamped near Franklin, in a beautiful situation as regards the
+view of the country; and in a military point of view it is excellent,
+being surrounded with sufficient elevations of land to enable our
+fortifications to sweep the whole country in every direction. The
+brigade is composed of the 113th, 124th, 125th, and the 121st Ohio
+Volunteers, and the 78th Illinois. The 124th Ohio was organized in
+Cleveland, but contains two companies from Cincinnati&mdash;company G,
+under the command of William A. Powell, of your city, and company I,
+under the command of Captain J. H. Frost, also of Cincinnati. Captain
+Powell has been in the service ever since the commencement of the war;
+he has served in Virginia and Maryland, also in Missouri, in General
+Fremont's Body-guard. He was again in Maryland last summer, at
+Cumberland, in command of a company in the 84th Ohio Volunteer
+Infantry, and is, in all respects, strictly a military man, very
+generally liked by his company, and respected by his superior
+officers. Captain Frost has also been in the service before, and is
+much liked by his men, and esteemed by all who know him here. The
+health of the regiment is good, and of the two companies from
+Cincinnati especially so.</p>
+
+<p>"With regard to the army of General Rosecrans, it is by us considered
+invincible. General Rosecrans is looked upon as a host in himself.
+Every soldier appears anxious to meet the enemy; the idea of a defeat
+never seems to enter into their imagination, but all are enthusiastic
+in their expectation of being able to restore <span class="pagenum"><a id="page142" name="page142"></a>(p. 142)</span>the South and
+South-west of our common country to subjection to the Constitution,
+and obedience to the laws."</p>
+
+<hr class="small">
+
+<p>A chaplain of an Indiana regiment recently married one of the Hoosier
+boys to a Tennessee girl, and concluded the ceremony by remarking, the
+<span class="italic">oath</span> was binding for three years, or <span class="italic">during the war</span>!<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page143" name="page143"></a>(p. 143)</span><a id="chapter14" name="chapter14"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="14">XIV</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">Confessions of a Fat Man &mdash; Home-guard &mdash; The Negro on the
+     Fence &mdash; A Camp Letter of Early Times &mdash; "Sweethearts"
+     Against the War.</p>
+
+<h3>Confessions of a Fat Man&mdash;home-guard.</h3>
+
+<a id="img005" name="img005"></a>
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/img005.jpg" width="600" height="346" alt="" title="">
+<p class="smcap">The fat volunteer.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>The moment the flag was threatened, large bodies of men were called
+upon to rally to its defense. Being large and able-bodied, I enrolled
+with the home-guard. The drill was very severe in hot weather, and I
+wanted an attendant, a fan, and pitcher of ice-water.</p>
+
+<p>I am constantly reminded that one of the first requirements of a
+soldier is to throw out his chest and draw in his stomach. Having been
+burned out several times, while occupying an attic, I have had
+considerable practice in throwing out my chest; but by what system of
+practice could I ever hope to draw in my stomach? I can't "dress up;"
+it's no use of my trying. If my vest buttons are in a line, I am far
+in the rear. If I toe the mark, a fearful bulge indicates my position.
+Once we had a new drill-sergeant, who was near-sighted. Running his
+eye along the line, he exclaimed sharply:</p>
+
+<p>"What is that man doing in the ranks with a base drum?"</p>
+
+<p>He pointed at me; but I hadn't any drum; it was <span class="pagenum"><a id="page144" name="page144"></a>(p. 144)</span>the surplus
+stomach, that I couldn't, for the life of me, draw in. I am the butt
+of numberless jokes, as you may well suppose. They have got a story in
+the Guards, that, when I first heard the command "order arms," I
+dropped my musket, and, taking out my notebook, began drawing an
+<span class="italic">order</span> on the Governor for what arms I needed. They say I ordered a
+Winans steam-gun, with a pair of Dahlgren howitzers for side arms!
+Base fabrication! My ambition never extended beyond a rifled cannon,
+and they know it!</p>
+
+<p>Although, in respect to size, I belong to the "heavies," my preference
+is for the light infantry service. My knapsack is marked "Light
+Infantry!" One evening the spectators seemed convulsed about
+something, and my comrades tittered by platoons, whenever my back was
+turned. It was a mystery to me till I laid off my knapsack. Some
+wretch had erased the two final letters, and I had been parading, all
+the evening, labeled, "<span class="smcap">Light Infant</span>!"</p>
+
+<p>The above is one of the thousand annoyances to which I am subjected,
+and nothing but my consuming patriotism could ever induce me to submit
+to it. I overheard a spectator inquire of the drill-sergeant one day:</p>
+
+<p>"Do you drill that fat man all at once?"</p>
+
+<p>"No," he returned, in an awful whisper; "<span class="italic">I drill him by squads!</span>"</p>
+
+<p>I could have <span class="italic">drilled</span> him, if I had had a bayonet.</p>
+
+<p>Specifications have been published in regard to my uniform, and
+contractors advertised for; the making will be let out to the lowest
+bidder. In case the Guards are ordered to take the field, a special
+commissary will be detailed to draw my rations.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page145" name="page145"></a>(p. 145)</span>That reminds me of a harrowing incident. On last night's
+drill an old farmer, who dropped in to see us drill, took me aside,
+and said he wanted to sell me a yoke of powerful oxen.</p>
+
+<p>"My ancient agriculturist," said I, smiling at his simplicity, "I have
+no use for oxen."</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps not at present," quoth he, "but if you go to war you will
+want them."</p>
+
+<p>"For what?" said I, considerably annoyed.</p>
+
+<p>"Want 'em to <span class="italic">draw your rations</span>!"</p>
+
+<p>The Guards paid me a delicate compliment at their last meeting:
+elected me <span class="italic">Child</span> of the Regiment, with the rank of a First
+<span class="italic">Corpulent</span>. I was about to return thanks in a neat speech, when they
+told me it was no use; that a reporter, who was present, had got the
+whole thing in type&mdash;speech and all&mdash;and I could read it in the
+evening paper. I got his views, and held my own.</p>
+
+<p>Yours for the Union, including the Stars, also the Stripes.</p>
+
+<p class="left50 smcap">Fat Contributor.</p>
+
+<p class="p2">"What are you going to do, you bad woman's boy?" said Mrs. Wiggles, as
+her youngest son passed through the kitchen into the garden.</p>
+
+<p>"Down with the Seceshers!" he shouted; and she looked out just in time
+to see the top of a rose-bush fall before the artillery-sword of her
+son, that the youngster held in his hand.</p>
+
+<p>"You had better go to Molasses Jugtion, if you want to do that," she
+said, restraining his hand as 't was lifted against a favorite
+fuschia, that she had trained with so much care.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page146" name="page146"></a>(p. 146)</span>"Dear me!" she murmured, half to herself; "what a terrible
+thing war is, when children show signs of such terrible
+consanguinity!"</p>
+
+<h3 class="smaller">The Negro on the Fence.</h3>
+
+<p class="noindent center smaller">"Hearken to what I now relate,<br>
+  And on its moral meditate."</p>
+
+<p class="poem30">A Wagoner, with grist for mill,<br>
+  Was stalled at bottom of a hill.<br>
+  A brawny negro passed that way,<br>
+  So stout he might a lion slay.<br>
+  "I'll put my shoulder to the wheels,<br>
+  If you'll bestir your horse's heels."<br>
+  So said the African, and made<br>
+  As if to render timely aid.<br>
+  "No," cried the wagoner, "stand back!<br>
+  I'll take no help from one that's black;"<br>
+  And, to the negro's great surprise,<br>
+  Flourished his whip before his eyes.<br>
+  Our "darkey" quick "skedaddled" thence,<br>
+  And sat upon the wayside fence.<br>
+  Then went the wagoner to work,<br>
+  And lashed his horses to a jerk;<br>
+  But all his efforts were in vain;<br>
+  With shout, and oath, and whip, and rein,<br>
+  The wheels budged not a single inch,<br>
+  And tighter grow the wagoner's pinch.<br>
+  Directly there came by a child,<br>
+  With toiling step, and vision wild,<br>
+  "Father," said she, with hunger dread,<br>
+  "We famish for the want of bread."<br>
+  Then spake the negro: "If you will,<br>
+  I'll help your horses to the mill."<br>
+  The wagoner, in grievous plight,<br>
+  Now swore and raved with all his might,<br>
+  Because the negro wasn't white;<br>
+  <span class="pagenum"><a id="page147" name="page147"></a>(p. 147)</span>And plainly ordered him to go<br>
+  To a certain place, that's down below;<br>
+  Then, rushing, came the wagoner's wife,<br>
+  To save her own and infant's life;<br>
+  By robbers was their homestead sacked,<br>
+  And smoke and blood their pillage tracked.</p>
+
+<p class="poem30"><span class="add1em">Here</span> stops our tale. When last observed,<br>
+  The wagoner was still "conserved"<br>
+  In mud, at bottom of the hill,<br>
+  But bent on getting to the mill;<br>
+  And hard by, not a rod from thence,<br>
+  The negro sat upon the fence.</p>
+
+<h3>A Camp Letter of Early Times.</h3>
+
+<p>Our camp is alive; our camp is exuberant; our camp is in a <span class="italic">furore</span>.
+"Who's that man with 'Secesh' clothes?" says one; and "Who's that
+big-faced, genial, good-natured looking feller?" says another. "Are
+they prisoners?" "Maybe it's the paymaster; and that short, chunky man
+is here to watch the other feller, and see that the money is paid all
+on the square." "No, it aint one nor t' other&mdash;'tis Cons Millar, the
+ever-vigilant and hard-working Cons, of the <span class="italic">Commercial</span>; and the
+good-natured looking feller is <span class="smcap">Invisible Green</span>, or, as he is
+familiarly called, Bill Crippen, of the <span class="italic">Times</span>." They have brought
+sunshine into camp, for a merrier set of soldiers the sun never shone
+on than are the Guthrie Grays to-night. Cons has just had supper, and
+Bill is "spreading devastation" over the table of Captain Andrews.
+They have both been up inspecting intrenchments, which are <span class="italic">in statu
+quo</span>, the brave Lee having retreated some sixteen miles, or, more
+politely speaking, "fallen back." So I suppose <span class="pagenum"><a id="page148" name="page148"></a>(p. 148)</span>we will soon
+have to creep up on the gallant gentleman once more, and see if he can
+not be induced to fall still further back.</p>
+
+<p>The news of the gallant conduct of our Cincinnati boys at the late
+fight under Rosecrans sent a thrill of pleasure to the hearts of all
+our men, and a feeling of envy that we were not with them to share the
+glory of that day. Colonel Lytle, Stephen McGroarty, and the other
+brave fellows' names, are on the lips of all, and a fervent "God bless
+them" is frequently uttered. Our encampment now may be said to extend
+over four miles, a brigade of twelve thousand; and I can assure you
+they make a formidable appearance. Three splendid batteries, three or
+four fine cavalry companies, and any quantity of men, are yet on the
+way.</p>
+
+<p>One of the best Secesh tricks I have heard of was attempted, a short
+time since, by a rebel telegrapher. When Lee was about to advance upon
+this point, wishing to ascertain the number of troops here, he sent
+out this operator, with pocket implements, to attach to our wires. So,
+carefully picking his way through the woods, Mr. Operator came upon a
+secluded part of the road; climbing the pole, he attached his battery,
+and "click, click, click," he inquires of our operator at
+head-quarters, "How many troops have you altogether, that can, at any
+pressing event, be sent to aid us if we attack Lee?" Just as he
+concluded the query, one of the ever-vigilant pickets of the Indiana
+regiments, who infest the woods and roads in every direction, espied
+the gentleman, and brought him into camp with his non-confiscated
+horse. A minute more and the fellow, doubtless, would have been fully
+informed, as he had <span class="pagenum"><a id="page149" name="page149"></a>(p. 149)</span>guarded against cipher-telegraphing by
+telegraphing that the cipher-operator was out, and the general wanted
+an immediate answer.</p>
+
+<p>Our boys continue to scour the woods, and constantly are finding
+Secesh documents. The following <span class="italic">beautiful poem</span> is from the pen of
+Miss M. H. Cantrell, of Jonesboro, Tennessee, and was found in the
+pocket of a "Secesher," who had invaliantly fled, dropping his
+overcoat and love-epistles. It is entitled:</p>
+
+<h3 class="smaller">Sweetharts Against War.</h3>
+
+<p class="poem30">O Dear! its shameful I declare<br>
+<span class="add1em">To make the men all go</span><br>
+  And leive so manny sweetharts here<br>
+<span class="add1em">Wit out a single bough.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">We like to see them leave 'tis true,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And wold not urge them stay;</span><br>
+  But what are we poor girls to do<br>
+<span class="add1em">When you are all away?</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">We told you we cold spare you here<br>
+<span class="add1em">Before you had to go,</span><br>
+  But Bless your Harts, wernt aware<br>
+<span class="add1em">That we would miss you sow.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">We miss you all in manny ways,<br>
+<span class="add1em">But troth will ware out;</span><br>
+  The gratest things we miss you for<br>
+<span class="add1em">Joy going withe out.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">On Sunday when we go to church,<br>
+<span class="add1em">We look in vane for sum</span><br>
+  To mete us smilin on the porch,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And ask to see us home.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page150" name="page150"></a>(p. 150)</span>And then we dont enjoy a walk<br>
+<span class="add1em">Since all the bows have gone;</span><br>
+  For what the good to us plain talk<br>
+<span class="add1em">If we must trip alone?</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">But what the use talkin thus<br>
+<span class="add1em">We will try to beecontent</span><br>
+  And if you cannot come to us<br>
+<span class="add1em">A message may bee cent.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">And that one comfort any way<br>
+<span class="add1em">Although we are Apart,</span><br>
+  There is no reason why we may<br>
+<span class="add1em">Not open hart to hart.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">We trust it may not ever come<br>
+<span class="add1em">To any War like test,</span><br>
+  We want to see our Southern home<br>
+<span class="add1em">Secured in peaceful rest.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">But if the blood of those we love<br>
+<span class="add1em">In freedoms cause must floo,</span><br>
+  With fervent trust in Lov Above<br>
+<span class="add1em">We bid them onward go.</span></p>
+
+<p class="smaller"><span class="left50">Written By your friend,</span><br>
+<span class="left60 smcap">M. H. Cantrell</span>.</p>
+
+<p>I inclose you the original document. I suppose the aforesaid lovyer
+did "onward go," and, no doubt, is still going, if he has not already
+reached the town of Jonesboro, and met his gal upon "the porch" as she
+returned from church.</p>
+
+<p>Snake-hunting has given way to trout-fishing. As a matter of course,
+the noise of camp has driven all trout four miles from our present
+abode; but scarcely a day passes but our men return with a nice string
+of these delicious denizens of the brooks hereabouts.</p>
+
+<p>I have often, heretofore, thought I would like much <span class="pagenum"><a id="page151" name="page151"></a>(p. 151)</span>to be a
+cavalry soldier, but I'll swear I wouldn't like to be a cavalry horse;
+for, of all the hay-forsaken, fleshless-looking animals eyes ever
+gazed upon, the horses out here take the premium. Well, 'pon my word,
+I took Captain Bracken's horse (the roan I once rode) a quart of oats,
+sent from Beverly; well, the horse wouldn't eat them; he didn't know
+what they were! and I had to break or smash some of them so that he
+might smell the "aroma," to facilitate his knowledge, and he was too
+weak to inhale air enough to inflate his nostrils, so that he could
+smell the dainty meal I had in my kindness brought him. Captain
+Bracken promised to have them parched and made into a tea for the
+animal.</p>
+
+<p><span class="italic">September 30.</span>&mdash;What a jump of time! Well, I'll tell you the cause.
+The morning I intended to post this letter the entire regiment was
+ordered to make an advance upon Mingo Flats, a Secession hole fifteen
+miles from this place. They were accompanied by Howe's battery and an
+Indiana regiment. The boys were not more than fairly started when a
+terrific rain-storm set in. O! what a pitiless, deluging rain! The
+very thought of that <span class="italic">sprinkle</span> of twenty hours of unceasing torrent
+makes me, even now, feel as if I should forever have an antipathy
+against drinking water. Onward the boys trudged, seemingly not caring
+a cuss if school kept or not. The Elkwater soon assumed a rather
+formidable appearance; night came on, and with it an increase of the
+flood. We stood up against trees to rest; some crawled in
+fence-corners; a few, more lucky, found an old log stable and a
+smoke-house; these were quickly filled from "pit to dome," as Fred
+Hunt would say, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page152" name="page152"></a>(p. 152)</span>for some slept on rafters, cross-beams, etc.
+Still it poured down; still the fountains of heaven gushed <span class="italic">forth</span>,
+fifth, tenth, or twentieth; anyhow, it continued to rain, and at
+daybreak it rained yet, and the regiment moved on to Mingo Flats;
+drove in the rebel pickets; heard the Secesh varmints beat the long
+roll; knew they were scared; <span class="italic">and still it rained</span>! Colonel Sullivan,
+of the Indiana regiment, was in, command: sent out a big gun; boys
+went on a big hill; found the enemy were eight or ten thousand strong;
+big gun ordered back, and as we only had two thousand men, remembered
+the axiom about "discretion being the better part of valor;" obeyed
+the aforesaid axiom. <span class="italic">Still, recollect, it kept raining in torrents</span>;
+dripping down Quarter-master Shoemaker's pants into his boots; running
+over Colonel Anderson's back. Major Christopher looked dry, in order
+to get a drink: but that was a failure. Captain Westcott looked sad;
+in fact he said it was the wettest time he ever knew or heard tell
+of&mdash;wondered if old Noah ever explored these big hills.</p>
+
+<p>Captain Russell picked out a fine hill to locate upon, if this really
+intended to be another deluge. Captain Clark observed he was fond of
+<span class="italic">heavy wet</span>. Jules Montagnier said it was <span class="italic">due</span> time to <span class="italic">dry up</span>.
+<span class="italic">Still it rained.</span> The regiments were ordered to fall back. Well, the
+mud was so infernal slippery it was very easily done; some fell
+forward in the vain endeavor to fall back. After killing seven or
+eight poor, pauper-looking, "Secesh varmints," the boys set fire to
+Marshall's store, the enterprising proprietor being away from his
+business&mdash;a very notorious Secessionist, having donated <span class="pagenum"><a id="page153" name="page153"></a>(p. 153)</span>
+$25,000 to the C. S. A. The building made a <span class="italic">beautiful</span> fire, and our
+boys brought away a fine lot of saws, augers, and various other
+articles of <span class="italic">dry goods</span>. The loss of the augers, Colonel Anderson
+says, will be a great <span class="italic">bore</span> to Marshall. <span class="italic">Please don't forget how
+infernal hard it was raining all this time.</span></p>
+
+<p>Well, they reached the first ford on their return trip; a sad
+misnomer now, for it was an unfordable ford. The water of old Elkwater
+was rearing and plunging, and furiously wild. Every mountain (and
+there are myriads) was sending out its wet <span class="italic">aid</span> to swell the raging
+torrent; the regiment, at this time, only three miles from the
+Secessionists. A bold front had to be put on, as it was a sure thing,
+if the rebels found out the weakness of our force, we were goners.
+There was no doubt, however, but that they were terribly frightened,
+as they had heard we were twenty thousand strong. Anxiously the boys
+waited the falling of the mighty waters. <span class="italic">It had now rained twenty-six
+hours.</span> Large trees came whistling by with lightning speed; the river
+seemed wild with delight, and the waves clapped their hands, leaping
+higher and higher; but, <span class="italic">as you know</span>, (no reflection meant,) Mr.
+Editor, a drunken man will get sober if not supplied with more liquor,
+so the river will <span class="italic">subside</span> if not furnished with the "aqueous fluid."</p>
+
+<p>Colonel Anderson was the first to cross the stream. His horse plunged
+in boldly, but was within an ace of being carried away by the still
+almost resistless current. There goes "Shoemaker," the easy,
+good-natured "Ned," as he is called. Yes, sure enough, there he does
+go, for his horse has plunged, and the torrent is too wild, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page154" name="page154"></a>(p. 154)</span>
+for they are both beyond their depth, and the horse is going down,
+down. Every eye is bent upon "Shoe." He is carried further and
+further. He grasps a tree and pulls himself up, looking the picture of
+despair. The major says, "H-o-l-d, b-o-y-s! d-o-n't b-e i-n t-o-o
+m-u-c-h h-u-r-r-y;" but they, eager to get back, walked a foot-bridge
+of rough timber and old logs, very narrow. Several crossed upon this,
+Captain Russell making a very narrow escape with his life. Colonel
+Anderson, perceiving the danger, ordered that no more should cross,
+threatening to shoot the first man who should disobey the order. This,
+as a matter of course, was done to deter the men from hazarding their
+lives needlessly. Colonel Anderson had but just given the order, when
+Frank Guhra, a private in Captain Clark's company, made the attempt,
+reached the middle of the stream, lost his balance, fell, and in a
+moment was whirled out of sight, the current running at the rate of
+twenty miles an hour. Several lost their guns. It was three or four
+hours before they succeeded in crossing.</p>
+
+<p>Upon their return to camp an unwelcome sight was presented; the water
+had swept nearly every thing away. The tents had been, many of them,
+three and four feet in water; some had to take to trees to save life.
+The water had subsided, leaving a nasty slime, a foot thick, all over
+the camp-ground. Camp-kettles, knapsacks haversacks, and numerous
+floatable, light articles, had passed down stream&mdash;Captain Wilmington
+losing every thing. I saw the Captain trying to borrow a pair of
+pantaloons, he running around in his drawers. An old resident of this
+locality (Mr. Stonnicker) says this is the biggest flood ever known in
+this <span class="pagenum"><a id="page155" name="page155"></a>(p. 155)</span>region. By the by, Mr. Stonnicker has a beautiful
+daughter, Miss Delilah, who seems to be fairly "the child of the
+regiment," especially of the officers. I will not mention names, as
+the wives at home would be jealous.</p>
+
+<p>I see you talk of sending out a gentleman to take money home to the
+families of the volunteers. But cuss the paymaster, "or any other
+man." Why don't the paymaster come? Send <span class="italic">me</span> some papers. I can't get
+any without a peck of trouble.<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page156" name="page156"></a>(p. 156)</span><a id="chapter15" name="chapter15"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="15">XV</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">The Winter Campaign in Virginia &mdash; Didn't Know of the
+     Rebellion &mdash; General W. H. Litle &mdash; Drilling &mdash; A Black
+     Nightingale's Song.</p>
+
+<h3>The Winter campaign in Virginia.</h3>
+
+<p>Your correspondent has been sick. Your correspondent has been in bed;
+has had the rheumatism in his back, neck, arms, legs, toes; is down
+with the mountain-fever; tries in vain to sleep; howling dog,
+belonging to Captain Russell's "brigade," keeps up such an infernal
+howling it makes me mad: wish Russell had to eat him, hair and all. It
+was raining when I last wrote; think we had just been flooded out.
+Well, the very next day we were again ordered over that Godforsaken
+road, when the clouds again blackened up, and five hundred men tramped
+it. What have the Sixth done that the heavens should open their
+floodgates? All I wonder is, how the boys stand it. But they do bear
+up under it nobly, remembering the Shakspearian passage, slightly
+altered:</p>
+
+<p class="poem05">
+<span class="min05em">"The same clouds that lower upon the house of Abe Lincoln</span><br>
+  Look frowningly upon Jeff Davis."</p>
+
+<p>The boys are truly "ragged and sassy;" very many are shoeless, and
+with a flag of truce protruding from <span class="pagenum"><a id="page157" name="page157"></a>(p. 157)</span>the rear. The service
+in these woods wears out more clothing than ordinary service should.
+Some of the boys are careless, but many are, helplessly, nearly naked.
+Our officers have used every exertion to get apparel, but the apparel
+is, like a paymaster, "hard to get hold of." Our men have been sorely
+tantalized by seeing regiment after regiment of the Indiana troops
+paid off, before their very eyes. In fact, they have been running
+round camp, with five, ten, and twenty-dollar gold pieces, shaking
+them in our faces. Add Colwell&mdash;Corporal Add&mdash;paid an Indiana boy of
+the 17th Regiment three slices of bacon and half a pound of coffee
+just for the privilege of hefting and rubbing his eye with an <span class="italic">eagle</span>.
+Colwell is a good printer; Colwell is a good writer; and, last and
+best of all, he can eat more gingerbread than any other one man in the
+army: he wants Wash Armstrong to send him a box of the article.</p>
+
+<p>Since the accidental shooting of Lieutenant Moses Bidwell, by Adams,
+of the 17th Indiana, we have had another accident. Mr. Hopkins has had
+his collar-bone broken, and his shoulder-blade thrown completely out
+of place, by the falling of a tree.</p>
+
+<p>We are having jovial times out here, rain or shine. A convocation of
+good fellows met at Captain Abbott's quarters, 3d Ohio. Captain Abbott
+is from Zanesville. Captain McDougal of Newark, Captain Dana of
+Athens, Captain Rossman of Hamilton, Lieutenants House and Swasey of
+Columbus, Lieutenants Bell and Dale of Newark, not forgetting
+Miles&mdash;the smiling, good-natured Miles&mdash;of the 17th Indiana,
+Quarter-master Shoemaker, Andy Hall, J. W. Slanker, W. B. Sheridan,
+and Self, all of the 6th Ohio, made up the party. The landlord
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page158" name="page158"></a>(p. 158)</span>filled his flowing bowl, and stories, songs, and recitations
+were the order of the evening, and the</p>
+
+<p class="poem center">"Glow-worm '<span class="italic">began</span>' to show the matin to be near"</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">ere we started to separate.</p>
+
+<p>Miles invited those who would, to go over to his palace, and promised
+us a sardine supper; accordingly, but few refused the invitation. Now,
+Miles had a <span class="italic">jug of oil</span>, just from the Thurston House, Paris,
+<span class="italic">Bourbon</span> County, Ky. This oil was put to good use; and soon a <span class="italic">box</span>
+of herring was opened, and the oil again distributed, and then some
+speeches were made.</p>
+
+<p>The meeting was called to order by the fat Quarter-master, Shoemaker.</p>
+
+<p>A motion was made that we adjourn and go to Cincinnati. This was voted
+down. Motions were continually made to take a drink. These were
+carried, every <span class="italic">pop</span>, by <span class="italic">Sherry</span>, your correspondent being the only
+one having the moral courage to vote in the negative.</p>
+
+<p>Now, Miles is from Columbus; a jolly, good fellow, and, when the time
+for retiring arrived, proffered me his bed, provided I would notice
+him in my next letter. This I promised, and accepted his hospitality.
+The party dispersed, and Miles was soon in the arms of Morpheus; he
+had fallen asleep making an eloquent appeal to the <span class="italic">chair</span>. I had just
+got into a nice doze, when I was aroused by the sound of a voice.</p>
+
+<p>"Gen'l'men, you're all my frens, every one of you. But, gen'l'men, I
+invite you, freely, to my sardines. You, 'specially, Ned Shoemaker;
+'specially you, Andy Hall, and all of you.</p>
+
+<p>"The country is a momentous question,"&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page159" name="page159"></a>(p. 159)</span>Here I ventured to inquire of him as to whom he was
+addressing his conversation?</p>
+
+<p>"Why, my frens," replied he. "Isn't that Ned Shoemaker?" pointing to a
+barrel, upon the top of which was my hat; "and are not those my
+companions," pointing to a pile of cheese-boxes, herring-kegs, etc.,
+that were strewn around.</p>
+
+<p>He was much astonished when I assured him his friends had <span class="italic">departed</span>
+an hour since, at least.</p>
+
+<h3>Didn't Know of the Rebellion.</h3>
+
+<p>Going out with a party of scouts, one day, in Virginia, we espied,
+away up a little ravine, a log-house, completely isolated.
+Anticipating a good, substantial meal, we rode up to the domicile,
+where an old woman, with a face with all the intelligence of a pig
+beaming from it, came to the door, looking the very picture of
+consternation. We dismounted, and asked for something to eat.</p>
+
+<p>"What! wittles?" exclaimed the horrible-looking creature. "Whar did
+you come from? And what be sogers doin' on here?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I came from Indianapolis," said Captain Bracken, "and am after
+something to eat. Are there any Secesh in these parts?"</p>
+
+<p>"Any what?"</p>
+
+<p>"Secesh."</p>
+
+<p>"Why, gracious, what's them?"</p>
+
+<p>"Are you and your folks for the Union?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, sartain; thar's the old man neow."</p>
+
+<p>Just at this moment there came a gaunt-eyed, slim-livered, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page160" name="page160"></a>(p. 160)</span>
+carnivorous, yellow-skinned, mountain Virginian&mdash;no doubt belonging to
+one of the first families, as his name was Rhett.</p>
+
+<p>"Look-a-hear," continued the old woman; "this ere soger wants to know
+if you be for Union?"</p>
+
+<p>The old man looked, if any thing, more astonished than the old woman
+at the soldier. In the course of conversation we asked the man, "What
+he thought of the war?"</p>
+
+<p>"What war?" exclaimed the old fellow; "the Revolution?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes. The rebellion, we call it."</p>
+
+<p>"Ah! we gin the Britishers fits, didn't we?"</p>
+
+<p>It was evident the man knew nothing of the rebellion going on.</p>
+
+<p>When asked if he heard the fight, the other day, only six miles from
+his house, he opened his eyes widely, and said he "heard it
+'<span class="italic">thunderin'</span>' mighty loud, but couldn't see no clouds, and didn't
+know what to make <span class="italic">on it</span>."</p>
+
+<p>The fact was, these people live up in this place; raise what little
+will keep them from year to year; never read a paper, ('cause why,
+they can't); and they scarcely ever visit anybody.</p>
+
+<p>There are many cases of this kind within a few miles of this place,
+where as much <span class="italic">pent-up</span> ignorance is displayed. If North Carolina is
+any worse, in Heaven's name send no more money to <span class="italic">distant heathen</span>,
+but attend to those at home.</p>
+
+<h3><span class="pagenum"><a id="page161" name="page161"></a>(p. 161)</span>General William H. Lytle,</h3>
+
+<p>Of whom our city has cause to be justly proud, has won for himself a
+name, engraven on the scroll of honor, as one of our country's heroes.
+A brief mention of his military career may be summed up as follows:</p>
+
+<p>He was, during the Mexican campaign, on General Scott's line, and,
+although but a mere youth, he commanded an independent company of
+volunteer infantry, from Cincinnati, that was afterward attached to
+the 2d Ohio, on Scott's line, and commanded by Colonel William Irwin,
+of Lancaster, Ohio. They were stationed most of the time at the "Rio
+Frio," keeping open the line of communication between the cities of
+Puebla and Mexico. Brigadier-General Robert Mitchell, of Kansas, and
+Brigadier-General McGinnis, of Iowa, were captains in the same
+regiment. At the termination of that war General Lytle studied and
+entered into the practice of the law.</p>
+
+<p>In 1857 he was elected Major-General of the First District of Ohio
+Volunteers. On the 19th of April, 1861, he was ordered by the Governor
+of Ohio to organize a camp for four regiments of infantry, and the day
+after receiving this order General Lytle took into Camp Harrison the
+5th and 6th Ohio Infantry, and shortly after the 9th and 10th Ohio.
+The latter regiment tendered him the colonelcy, which was accepted;
+and he led it through the Virginia campaign, under McClellan and
+Rosecrans, up to the date of Carnifex Ferry, where he was wounded,
+September 10, 1861. Recovering from his wounds, he reported for duty
+in January, 1862, and <span class="pagenum"><a id="page162" name="page162"></a>(p. 162)</span>was placed by General Buell in command
+of the Camp of Instruction at Bardstown, Ky., relieving General Wood.
+In March he was relieved, and reporting at Nashville, was placed in
+command of Dumont's brigade, Major-General O. M. Mitchel's division,
+at Murfreesboro, and made, with General Mitchel, the campaign in
+Northern Alabama, and conducted the evacuation of Huntsville, August
+31, 1862, under orders from Major-General Buell. He commanded the
+Seventeenth Brigade up to the battle of Chaplin Hills, where he was
+again wounded, October 8, 1862. During the following winter he was
+promoted to Brigadier-General, dating from November 29, 1862, and
+reported for duty to the Army of the Cumberland in the spring of 1863,
+and was assigned to the command of the First Brigade, Third Division,
+of the Twentieth Army Corps.</p>
+
+<h3>A Tribute To the Tenth Ohio.</h3>
+
+<p>When Colonel Mulligan was in Cincinnati, he and the noble William H.
+Lytle were invited to the dedication of the Catholic Institute. It was
+the 22d of November, 1861. Lytle had just recovered from his Carnifex
+Ferry wound. The Colonel was called upon for a speech. He said:</p>
+
+<p>"When I go back and tell my men how, for their sakes, you have
+received me to-night, <span class="italic">they will feel very proud</span>. They often think of
+you, my fellow-citizens; and the brother, mother, wife, or sister,
+among you, in spirit visits the soldier as he rests in his chill tent
+at night.</p>
+
+<p>"It does not become me to speak of my own regiment, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page163" name="page163"></a>(p. 163)</span>for I
+know that he who putteth his armor on can not boast as he that puts it
+off. But, as it is distant, and can not hear my words, I may say this
+much: the Tenth has been ever true to the motto inscribed upon its
+flag&mdash;'God and the Union.'"</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel paid a feeling tribute to John Fitzgibbons, the dead
+color-bearer of the Tenth, and hoped that the memory of his deeds, of
+Kavanagh, and others, who fell on the field in defense of their
+country, might inspire their countrymen to rise and avenge them.</p>
+
+
+<h3 class="smaller">Drilling.</h3>
+
+<p class="poem30">Sweet Amy asked, with pleading eyes,<br>
+<span class="add1em">"Dear Charley, teach me, will you,</span><br>
+  The words I've heard your captain say?<br>
+<span class="add1em">I should so like to drill you!"</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">"What! little one, you take command!<br>
+<span class="add1em">Well, Amy, I'm quite willing;</span><br>
+  In such a company as yours,<br>
+<span class="add1em">I can't have too much drilling.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">"Stand over, then, and sing out clear,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Like this: 'Squad! stand at ease!'"</span><br>
+  "O, Charles! you'll wake papa, up stairs;<br>
+<span class="add1em">Don't shout like that, love, please."</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">"Now, stand at ease, like this, you see!<br>
+<span class="add1em">And then, I need scarce mention,</span><br>
+  The next command you have to give,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Is this one: 'Squad! attention!'</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">"Now, Amy, smartly after me;<br>
+<span class="add1em">(You're sure, dear, it won't bore you?)</span><br>
+  'Forward, march! Halt! Front! Right dress!'<br>
+<span class="add1em">There, now, I'm close before you.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page164" name="page164"></a>(p. 164)</span>"'Present arms!'" "Well, it does look odd."<br>
+<span class="add1em">"You don't believe I'd trifle!</span><br>
+  We hold our arms out, just like this,<br>
+<span class="add1em">In drill without the rifle.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">"Now say, 'Salute your officer!'"<br>
+<span class="add1em">"O, Charles! for shame! how can you?</span><br>
+  I thought you were at some such trick,<br>
+<span class="add1em">You horrid, naughty man you."</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">Charles "ordered arms" without command;<br>
+<span class="add1em">She smoothed her ruffled hair,</span><br>
+  And pouted, frowned, and blushed, and then<br>
+<span class="add1em">Said softly, "<span class="italic">As you were</span>!"</span></p>
+
+<h3>A Black Nightingale's Song.</h3>
+
+<p>Shortly after our troops occupied one of the towns in Virginia, a
+squad occupying a tent near a dwelling heard delightful music. The
+unknown vocalist sang in such sweet, tremulous, thrilling notes, that
+the boys strained their ears to drink in every note uttered.</p>
+
+<p>On the following day they made some excuse to visit the house, but no
+one was there. Once they observed a sylph-like form, but she was not
+the person; and so they lived on, each night hearing the same divine
+music.</p>
+
+<p>One night, when they were gathered together, the voice was again
+heard. "By Jove!" said one, "I'm bound to find out who that is; she
+must be discovered." A dozen voices took up the remark, and a certain
+nervous youth was delegated to reconnoiter the place. He crept on
+tiptoe toward the dwelling, leaped the garden-wall, and finally,
+undiscovered, but pallid and remorseful, gained the casement. Softly
+raising his <span class="pagenum"><a id="page165" name="page165"></a>(p. 165)</span>head, he peeped within. The room was full of
+music; he seemed to grow blind for a moment, when lo! upon the
+kitchen-table sat the mysterious songster, an ebony-hued negress,
+scouring the tinware, and singing away. Just as he was peering through
+the window, the ebony songster discovered him. The soldier's limbs
+sank beneath him, and the black specimen of humanity shouted:</p>
+
+<p>"Go 'way dar, you soger-man, or I'll let fly de fryin' pan at your
+head! You musn't stan' dar peekin' at dis chile."</p>
+
+<p>The soldier left, his romantic vision dispelled.</p>
+
+<h3 class="smaller">Our Hoosier Boys.<br>
+
+<span class="normal">Dedicated To The Brave Soldiers Of Indiana.</span></h3>
+
+<p class="poem30">From East to West your camp-fires blaze,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!</span><br>
+  On Vicksburg's hights our flag you raise,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!</span><br>
+  And on Virginia's trait'rous soil,<br>
+  In answer to your country's call,<br>
+  The echoes of your footsteps fall,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">While Southern suns upon you beat,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!</span><br>
+  You sternly march the foe to meet,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!</span><br>
+  Two winters, numbered with the past,<br>
+  Have o'er you swept with stormy blast,<br>
+  Since home's dear walls inclosed you last;<br>
+<span class="add1em">Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">By Richmond's fields, baptized with blood,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!</span><br>
+  <span class="pagenum"><a id="page166" name="page166"></a>(p. 166)</span>By precious dust 'neath Shiloh's sod,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!</span><br>
+  By every martyred hero's grave,<br>
+  By sacred rights they died to save.<br>
+  We'll cherish in our hearts the brave<br>
+<span class="add1em">Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">While yet a vacant place is here,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!</span><br>
+  From hearts and homes will rise the prayer,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!</span><br>
+  "God bless our gallant men and true,<br>
+  And let foul treason meet its due!"<br>
+  That faithful hearts may welcome you<br>
+<span class="add1em">Home again, our Hoosier boys!</span><a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page167" name="page167"></a>(p. 167)</span><a id="chapter16" name="chapter16"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="16">XVI</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">Old Stonnicker and Colonel Marrow, of 3d Ohio &mdash; General
+     Garnett and his Dogs &mdash; "Are You the Col-o-nel of This
+     Post?" &mdash; Profanity in the Army &mdash; High Price of Beans in
+     Camp &mdash; A Little Game of "draw."</p>
+
+<h3>Old Stonnicker and Colonel Marrow, of 3d Ohio.</h3>
+
+<p>A Peculiar specimen of the "genus Virginia" had a great deal of
+trouble while our army was encamped at Elkwater. Stonnicker's fences
+and sugar-camp were used for fire-wood, corn-field for fodder,
+apple-trees stripped.</p>
+
+<p>Stonnicker's family were sick. One of his oldest gals had the "soger's
+fever." He "guessed she must o' cotched it from either the 3d Ohio or
+17th Ingeeana Regiment, as the officers kept a comin' there so much."</p>
+
+<p>One day he sent for Colonel Marrow, and the Colonel obeying the
+summons, Stonnicker said:</p>
+
+<p>"Colonel, one of my children is dead, and I haven't any thing to bury
+the child in."</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel, a kind-hearted gentleman, had a neat coffin made; lent
+the old man horses and an ambulance, and attended personally to the
+burial, at which the old man took on "<span class="italic">amazingly</span>."</p>
+
+<p>An hour or two after the funeral, old Stonnicker strolled up to the
+Colonel's quarters.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page168" name="page168"></a>(p. 168)</span>"Colonel," said he, as the tears rolled down his cheeks;
+"Colonel, what shall I do?"</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel, thinking he was mourning over the loss of his
+lately-buried child, replied:</p>
+
+<p>"O, bear up under such trials like a man."</p>
+
+<p>"Wal, I know I orto; but, Colonel, can't you do something for me? It
+is too bad! I feel so miserable! Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!"</p>
+
+<p>"O, come, be a man," said the Colonel; "any thing I can do for you
+shall be done, willingly."</p>
+
+<p>"O, Colonel! I knowed it; I knowed it. My old woman allers said you
+was a fust-rate feller; and, Colonel, ef you'll only pay me for them
+two stacks of hay your men took from my field, I shall be mighty glad,
+for I want the money."</p>
+
+<p>It is needless to say that the Colonel's sympathies instantly ceased,
+and, turning on his heel, he might have been heard to say, "O, d&mdash;&mdash;n
+you and your hay."</p>
+
+<h3>General Garnett and His Dogs.</h3>
+
+<p>It was said by the boys that at the battle in which General Garnett
+was killed, a favorite dog of his was with him on the field. During
+the three months following I saw not less than fifty dogs, each one
+said, positively, to be the identical dog belonging to the rebel
+general.</p>
+
+<h3>Are You the Col-o-nel of this Post?</h3>
+
+<p>I was seated one day in the telegraph office at Beverly. Prince was
+the telegrapher, and he was communicating <span class="pagenum"><a id="page169" name="page169"></a>(p. 169)</span>with some female
+at Buckhannon, telling her to come over on the next train. While
+enjoying a lump of white sugar dissolved in hot water, sent by Uncle
+Peter Thomson, especially to cure my cold, a big, brawny Irishman
+entered the office, and, as I was rigged out in the Secession uniform
+of Captain Ezzard, of the Gate City Guards, Atlanta, Georgia, I was
+mistaken for a general by the said Irishman, who accosted me much
+after this style:</p>
+
+<p>"Good mornin' to ye, sur. And how are yees dis mornin'?"</p>
+
+<p>"Good morning, sir," said I.</p>
+
+<p>"Sure, sir," said he; "are you the Col-o-nel of this post? for it was
+him I was towld to ax for&mdash;for a pass to get to see my wife, who lives
+five miles away from here, adjoining the white church, forninst the
+first woods to the right as you go to Huttonsville."</p>
+
+<p>As soon as he finished his speech I informed him I was not the
+Col-o-nel, but that Colonel William Bosley was the gentleman he must
+see. I told him, moreover, that "the Colonel was a very cross man;
+very strict in his discipline: if he didn't approach him "just so," he
+would very likely refuse any pass, and kick him into the bargain."</p>
+
+<p>"Thank you, sur; thank you, sur. O, but I'll approach him right. Never
+fear me!"</p>
+
+<p>I pointed him to the marquee, in front of which was a large stake, or
+post, for hitching horses.</p>
+
+<p>"There," said I, "you see; that's the post."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, sur; plaise to tell me what I must do?"</p>
+
+<p>"You must go three times round the post; make your bow; place your
+hands behind you; walk to the <span class="pagenum"><a id="page170" name="page170"></a>(p. 170)</span>entrance of his tent, and
+inquire, 'If he commands that post?' Tell him you want to see your
+wife, and the pass, no doubt, will be given you."</p>
+
+<p>The Irishman did as requested. Colonel Bosley said he knew there was a
+joke up, and humored it; and after putting all sorts of grotesque
+questions to the man, he was allowed to go on his way, rejoicing.</p>
+
+<h3>High Price of Beans in Camp&mdash;a Little Game of "Draw."</h3>
+
+<p>Beans were excessively high, one season, in our army. I have seen
+Charley Brutton and Lieutenant Southgate and Captain Frank Ehrman, and
+other officers, pay as high as five cents apiece for them. Brutton
+said he intended to make bean-soup of his. Often, while I stood
+looking at parties around a table, I heard remarks like these:</p>
+
+<p>"Ten beans better than you."</p>
+
+<p>I suppose he meant that his ten beans were better than his opponent's
+ten beans. Then some one of the party, seated at the end of the table,
+would say:</p>
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">I see them ten beans.</span>"</p>
+
+<p>Well, so did I, and everybody else about there. We couldn't help but
+see them. Why, therefore, need he make so superfluous a remark? Then
+the other would say:</p>
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">I call you.</span>"</p>
+
+<p>But I didn't hear him <span class="italic">call</span>. All he would do was, to lay his beans on
+the pile in the middle of the table, and soon they all spread out some
+pictures and dots that were printed on white pasteboard. Then <span class="italic">one
+man</span> <span class="pagenum"><a id="page171" name="page171"></a>(p. 171)</span>reaches out his hand and <span class="italic">draws</span> over the beans to his
+side; and he smiles complacently, and all the others look beat and
+crabbed. And this they call a little game of <span class="italic">draw</span>.</p>
+
+<p>Charley Clark and Captain Westcott say 'tis a bad practice; <span class="italic">and they
+ought to know</span>.</p>
+
+<h3>Profanity in the Army.</h3>
+
+<p>It is astonishing how rapidly men in the service become profane. I
+never before appreciated the oft-quoted phrase, "He swears like a
+trooper." Young men whom I have noticed, in times gone by, for their
+urbanity and quiet demeanor, now use language unbecoming gentlemen
+upon any occasion. But here it is overlooked, because "<span class="italic">everybody does
+it</span>;" but, to my mind,</p>
+
+<p class="quote center">"'Tis a custom more honored in the breach than the observance."</p>
+
+<p>Gambling, too! O, how they take to it! "O, it's just for pastime,"
+says one. Yes; but it is a pastime that will grow and grow, and drag
+many a one to ruin. Among the many ways that the boys have of evading
+the law against it in camp is, going off into the woods and taking a
+"quiet game," as they term it. Chuck-a-luck, sweat-cloth, and every
+species of device for swindling are resorted to by the baser sort.<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page172" name="page172"></a>(p. 172)</span><a id="chapter17" name="chapter17"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="17">XVII</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">Hard on the Sutler: Spiritualism Tried &mdash; A Specimen of
+     Southern Poetry &mdash; Singular &mdash; March to Nashville &mdash; General
+     Steadman Challenged by a Woman &mdash; Nigger Question &mdash; "Rebels
+     Returning."</p>
+
+<h3>Hard on the Sutler&mdash;spiritualism Tried.</h3>
+
+<p>The officers of some regiments will drink&mdash;that is, they can be
+<span class="italic">induced</span>.</p>
+
+<p>There was a sutler, a great devotee to the modern science&mdash;if science
+it can be called&mdash;of spiritualism. The officers found this out, and
+determined to play upon his credulity. The quarter-master was quite a
+wag, and lent himself to the proposed fun. His large tent was
+prepared: holes were made in it, and long black threads attached to
+various articles in the apartment, and one or two persons stationed to
+play upon these strings.</p>
+
+<p>The party met as per agreement; every thing was arranged; the
+credulous sutler present. While enjoying the evening, the crowd were
+surprised to see things jumping around; a tumbler was jerked off a
+table, no one near it; clothing lifted up from the line running
+through the length of the tent. Some one suggested "spirits." All
+acknowledged the mystery, while some would, and others would not,
+accept the <span class="pagenum"><a id="page173" name="page173"></a>(p. 173)</span>spiritual hypothesis as a correct solution. The
+matter must be tested, and the sutler was appointed chief
+interrogator.</p>
+
+<p>"If," said he, "there are really spirits, why can they not prove it,
+by knocking this candlestick from my hand?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why can't they?" echoed others.</p>
+
+<p>And, sure enough, no sooner said than done, and done so quickly that
+no one but the performer was the wiser, whose knuckles, he said,
+pained him for a week afterward. Another of the party said to the
+spirit, "Fire a pistol."</p>
+
+<p>Bang! was the reply.</p>
+
+<p>The sutler became terrified. Again it was agreed that they should try
+questioning by the rapping process. The sutler proceeded:</p>
+
+<p>"Are there any spirits present?"</p>
+
+<p>Rap! rap! rap!</p>
+
+<p>"Is it the spirit of a deceased relative?"</p>
+
+<p>Rap! rap! rap!</p>
+
+<p>"Whose relative is it? The Quarter-master's?"</p>
+
+<p>Rap.</p>
+
+<p>"The Adjutant's?"</p>
+
+<p>Rap.</p>
+
+<p>"Mine?"</p>
+
+<p>Rap! rap! rap!</p>
+
+<p>Here the sutler was requested to ask if there was anybody in the room
+who had committed any crime. The question was asked, and</p>
+
+<p>Rap! rap! rap! was the reply.</p>
+
+<p>"Is it the Quarter-master?"</p>
+
+<p>Rap.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page174" name="page174"></a>(p. 174)</span>"Is it the Colonel?"</p>
+
+<p>Rap!</p>
+
+<p>"Is it the Adjutant?"</p>
+
+<p>Rap!</p>
+
+<p>"Is it the Surgeon?"</p>
+
+<p>Rap!</p>
+
+<p>"Is it m-m-e?"</p>
+
+<p>Rap! rap! rap!</p>
+
+<p>"O yes; I know it!" exclaimed the conscience-stricken sutler. (The
+first case of the kind I ever knew.) "O yes; I confess I was a
+Methodist class-leader, and now, here I am, drinking whisky, and
+selling it, and getting three prices from the boys for every thing I
+sell. O! I'll go and pray!" And he accordingly departed. The sutler
+reported, in the morning, that he had prayed, and felt much relieved.
+It so wrought upon his mind that the joke had to be explained to him,
+to prevent his being driven to distraction.</p>
+
+<h3>A Specimen of Southern Poetry.</h3>
+
+<p>From the appended exquisite gem of "Southern poetry," it will be seen
+that they wish to raise the black flag. Well, <span class="italic">why don't they raise
+it?</span> Let us hope that for every black flag they raise, Uncle Abraham
+will raise a <span class="italic">black regiment</span>. It is from the Chattanooga <span class="italic">Rebel</span>, and
+is entitled</p>
+
+<h3 class="smaller">The Black Flag.</h3>
+
+<p class="poem30">Raise now the sable flag! high let it wave<br>
+  O'er all Secessia's hills and flowery vales,<br>
+  And on its sable folds the motto trace,<br>
+  <span class="pagenum"><a id="page175" name="page175"></a>(p. 175)</span>"For victory or death!" The hated foe<br>
+  Have gathered in our lovely land, and trod,<br>
+  With desecrating steps, our State's proud Capital.<br>
+  They've pillaged in our cities, burned our homes,<br>
+  Exiled our stanch, true-hearted patriots,<br>
+  Arrested loyal citizens, and sent<br>
+  Them to those hungry bastiles of the North,<br>
+  The ignominious "Chase" and "Johnson's Isle."<br>
+  Our clergy&mdash;God's anointed&mdash;who refused<br>
+  To take a black, obnoxious oath, to perjure<br>
+  Their own souls, they placed in "durance vile."<br>
+  The noble daughters of the "sunny South,"<br>
+  Whose hearts were with their country's cause, they forced<br>
+  To yield obedience to their hated laws,<br>
+  Nor heeded cries of pity; whether from<br>
+  Matron staid, beseeching them to leave her,<br>
+  For her little ones, her own meat and bread;<br>
+  Or from the bright-eyed boy, with manly grace,<br>
+  Who brooks, with sorrowing looks, the insults she<br>
+  Is forced to bear, and dares not to resent;<br>
+  Or from the gray-haired sire, whose cord of life<br>
+  Is nearly loosed, who, in enfeebled tones,<br>
+  Prays them to cease their vexing raids, and let<br>
+  An old man die in peace. Nor will they list<br>
+  To maiden fair, whose virtue is their goal.<br>
+  They've desolated every home where once<br>
+  Abundance bloomed, and with the weapons of<br>
+  A warrior (?)&mdash;fire and theft&mdash;have laid our homes<br>
+  In ashes, plundered their effects, and sworn<br>
+  Th' extermination of Secessia's sons.<br>
+  Then raise the ebon flag! with Spring's warm breath<br>
+  Let it unfurl its night-like folds, and wave<br>
+  Where noble "Freeman" fills a martyr's grave.<br>
+  Then strike! but not for booty, soldiers brave;<br>
+  Fight to defend your liberties and homes&mdash;<br>
+  The joy it gives to see the Vandals fall,<br>
+  And catch the music of their dying groans.<br>
+  Go! burn their cities, scourge their fertile lands;<br>
+  Teach them retaliation; plow their fields,<br>
+  And slay by thousands with your iron hail;<br>
+  <span class="pagenum"><a id="page176" name="page176"></a>(p. 176)</span>Scorn every treaty, every Yankee clan.<br>
+  Defy with Spartan courage. <span class="italic">Vengeance</span> stamp<br>
+  Upon your bayonets; and let the hills and<br>
+  Vales resound with <span class="italic">Blood</span>&mdash;your battle-cry.</p>
+
+<h3>Singular.</h3>
+
+<p>Civilians are often puzzled, in reading reports of battles, to
+understand how it is that a thousand troops in a body can "stand the
+galling fire of the enemy" for an hour or more, and come out with but
+two or three killed and half a dozen wounded; or how they can "mow
+down the enemy at every shot" for a long time, and yet not kill over a
+dozen or so of them. Every thing that is done now-a-days is a complete
+"rout;" all the enemy's camp equipage, guns, ammunition, etc., are
+taken. Will somebody wiser than I am please explain?</p>
+
+<h3>The Modern Troubadour.</h3>
+
+<h3 class="smaller">A Camp Song.</h3>
+
+<p class="poem30">Gaily the bully boy smoked his cigar,<br>
+  As he was hastening off for the war;<br>
+  Singing&mdash;"To Secesh land, thither I go:<br>
+  Rebuels! rebuels! fight all you know!"</p>
+
+<p class="poem30">'Lize for the bully boy gave nary weep,<br>
+  Knowing full well he'd his promise keep,<br>
+  And make her his little wife; so this was her song&mdash;<br>
+  "Bully boy! bully boy! come right along!"</p>
+
+<p class="left50 noindent smaller"><span class="smcap">In Camp, Near Tennessee Line</span>,<br>
+  <span class="italic">October 7, 1862</span>.</p>
+
+<p>At five o'clock this morning struck tents at camp, a few miles this
+side of Bowling Green, and were on the <span class="pagenum"><a id="page177" name="page177"></a>(p. 177)</span>march for "any place
+where ordered." I am thus indefinite, because the publication of the
+"ultimate destination" is contraband news. Yesterday we were encamped
+in a wildly picturesque part of Kentucky&mdash;<span class="italic">intensely</span> rocky&mdash;abounding
+in caverns and subterranean streams; to-day we marched through what
+has been a delightful country, beautifully rolling land, and
+highly-cultivated farms; but now, what a sad picture is presented!
+Scarce a fence standing; no evidences of industry; all is desolation,
+and the demon of devastation seems to have stalked through the entire
+State with unchecked speed&mdash;houses burned, roads neglected, farms
+destroyed, in fact, nothing but desolation staring you in the face,
+turn which way you will.</p>
+
+<p>Early this morning the road was very dusty, but by nine o'clock we had
+a splendid representation of "Bonaparte crossing the Alps," minus the
+Alps, and nothing but active marching kept the boys from feeling the
+extra keenness of old Winter's breath. Still, the boys trudged merrily
+on, feeling confident the present march is not to be fruitless in its
+results, as preceding ones have been. This campaign now presents an
+active appearance, every thing indicating a head to conceive and the
+will to do.</p>
+
+<p>At three o'clock to-day we passed through the neat-looking town of
+Franklin. It looks very new, most of the houses being substantial
+bricks. Here we met General Fry, the man who <span class="italic">slewed</span> Zollicoffer. The
+General is of plain, unostentatious appearance, a keen eye, lips
+compressed, the whole countenance denoting determination and quickness
+of perception.</p>
+
+<h3><span class="pagenum"><a id="page178" name="page178"></a>(p. 178)</span>General Steadman Challenged by a Woman.</h3>
+
+<p>Riding along to-day with General Steadman, who, in his province as
+commander of this brigade, had called at the dwellings on the
+road-side, to see about the sick soldiers left in the houses, the
+General knocked at a door, and a voice within yelled "Come in."
+Obeying the injunction, he opened the door, and inquired how many men
+were there, and, also, if they had the requisite attention shown them.
+After a few minutes' talk with the soldiers, General Steadman entered
+into conversation with Mr. Reynolds, the owner of the property, who,
+among other things, asked the General when he thought the war would
+end; to which the General replied:</p>
+
+<p>"Not till the rebels lay down their arms, or the Secessionists get
+perfectly tired of having their country devastated."</p>
+
+<p>This reply brought in a third party&mdash;old Mrs. Reynolds, a regular
+spitfire, a she-Secessionist of the most rabid, cantankerous
+species&mdash;a tiger-cat in petticoats. This she specimen of the "Spirit
+of the South," of the demon of desolation, had bottled up her venom
+during the conversation of her son, but could hold in no longer; her
+<span class="italic">vial</span> of wrath "busted," the cork flew out, and the way she came at
+the General was a caution to the wayfarers over this road, at any
+rate.</p>
+
+<p>"O, yes! and that's all you nasty Yankees come here for, is, to
+destroy our property, invade our sile, <span class="italic">deserlatin'</span> our homes. This
+'ere whole war is nothing but a Yankee speculation, gotten up by the
+North, so that they can steal niggers and drive us from our homes."</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page179" name="page179"></a>(p. 179)</span>"Well, madam, as it is not my province to quarrel with a
+woman, I shall not talk to you. You get excited, and don't know what
+you're talking about."</p>
+
+<p>"O! but I'll talk to <span class="italic">you</span> as much as I please. You're all a sneaking
+set of thieves. You can just take yourself out of my house, you dirty
+pup. You're drunk."</p>
+
+<p>The General very placidly listened to the old termagant, and merely
+remarked, "It was too cold to go out of the house just then; he
+guessed he'd warm himself first."</p>
+
+<p>"Get out, quick," said she, opening the door. "I'll let you know I'm a
+Harney. Yes, I'm a grand-daughter of General Harney, of Revolutionary
+fame."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, madam, I have before told you I don't want to quarrel with a
+woman, but if you have any of the male Harneys about the house, who
+will give me the tenth part of the insolence that I have listened to
+from the lips of 'one old enough to know better,' I will soon show him
+of what mettle I'm made."</p>
+
+<p>"Jeemes, give me your six-shooter," fairly shrieked the old woman;
+"I'll soon show him. <span class="italic">I'll fight you at ten paces, sir!</span>"</p>
+
+<p>The General laughed at her last remark; seeing which, she became
+perfectly furious. Her sons and daughters begged her to desist from
+such talk; but the more they cried "Don't," the less she "<span class="italic">don'ted</span>."</p>
+
+<p>The family, by this time, had been made aware that it was a real
+General at whom this insolence of tongue was being hurled, and the
+tribulation of the son was great. The General, after thoroughly
+warming himself, quietly walked out with his staff. The son followed
+to the door, making all sorts of apologies for his mother&mdash;that she
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page180" name="page180"></a>(p. 180)</span>had been sick, was peevish, and, at times, out of her head.
+I suggested to him, that I didn't think she would <span class="italic">be so apt to go out
+of her head if John Morgan had come along</span>, instead of a Union man.</p>
+
+<p>Lucky for that house and its inmates that the 9th Ohio, or any of
+General Steadman's command, were not apprised of the proceedings. The
+General, in the kindness of his heart, and for the sake of the
+soldiers quartered there, placed a guard around her house, to prevent
+her being troubled in the least while the regiments were passing.<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page181" name="page181"></a>(p. 181)</span><a id="chapter18" name="chapter18"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="18">XVIII</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">Going into Battle &mdash; Letter to the Secesh &mdash; General
+     Garfield, Major-General Rosecrans's Chief of Staff &mdash;
+     General Lew Wallace &mdash; The Siege of Cincinnati &mdash; Parson
+     Brownlow &mdash; Colonel Charles Anderson.</p>
+
+<h3>Going into Battle.</h3>
+
+<p>Many wonder if men wear their coats and knapsacks, and carry blankets,
+when going into battle. That depends upon circumstances. Sometimes,
+when marching, they find themselves in battle when they least expect
+it. Upon such occasions, soldiers drop every thing that is likely to
+incommode them, and trust to luck for the future.</p>
+
+<p>Many wonder if regiments fire regularly, in volleys, or whether each
+man loads and fires as fast as he can. That, also, depends upon
+circumstances. Except when the enemy is near, the regiments fire only
+at the command of their officers.</p>
+
+<p>You hear a drop, drop, drop, as a few of the skirmishers fire,
+followed by a rattle and a roll, which sounds like the falling of a
+building, just as you may have heard the brick walls at a fire.</p>
+
+<p>Sometimes, when a body of the enemy's cavalry are sweeping down upon a
+regiment to cut it to pieces, the men form in a square, with the
+officers and musicians <span class="pagenum"><a id="page182" name="page182"></a>(p. 182)</span>in the center. The front rank stand
+with bayonets charged, while the second rank fires as fast as it can.
+Sometimes they form in four ranks deep&mdash;the two front ones kneeling,
+with their bayonets charged, so that, if the enemy should come upon
+them, they would run against a picket-fence of bayonets. When they
+form this way, the other two ranks load and fire as fast as they can.
+Then the roar is terrific, and many a horse and rider go down before
+the terrible storm of leaden hail.</p>
+
+<h3>Letter To the Secesh.</h3>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">My Dear Rebs:</span> Having just learned that Vicksburg has gone up&mdash;Port
+Hudson caved&mdash;Jackson surrendered&mdash;Bragg unwell&mdash;I thought I would ask
+you a few questions, for instance:</p>
+
+<p>How are you, any how?</p>
+
+<p>How does "dying in the last ditch" agree with your general health?</p>
+
+<p>How is the Constitution down your way?</p>
+
+<p>Do you think there is any Government?</p>
+
+<p>How is King Kotting?</p>
+
+<p>Is Yancey well and able to hold his oats?</p>
+
+<p>Has Buckner taken Louisville yet?</p>
+
+<p>I understand Tilghman <span class="italic">has quit</span> hanging Union men.</p>
+
+<p>Is Floyd still <span class="italic">rifling</span> cannon, and other small arms?</p>
+
+<p>How is the Southern heart?</p>
+
+<p>Are you still able to whip five to one?</p>
+
+<p>What is your opinion of the Dutch race?</p>
+
+<p>When will England and France recognize you?</p>
+
+<p>What have you done with the provisional government of Kentucky?</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page183" name="page183"></a>(p. 183)</span>Where is the Louisville-Bowling-Green-Nashville-Atlanta
+<span class="italic">Courier</span> published now? Say&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>What do you think of yourselves any how?</p>
+
+<p>A prompt answer will relieve many anxious hearts.</p>
+
+<p class="left30">Yours, in a horn, <span class="add8em smcap">A Lincoln Man</span>.</p>
+
+<h3>General Garfield, Major-General Rosecrans's Chief of Staff.</h3>
+
+<p>The rather brilliant career of the General is worthy of a more
+extended notice than I have room for.</p>
+
+<p>General Garfield was born in Cuyahoga County, Ohio, in 1831. It is
+said that, in his early love of freedom, he formed a strong attachment
+for horses, and, to gratify this feeling, he ran away from home and
+became a driver on the canal. Possessing remarkable endurance, and
+great strength, with no small amount of combative spirit, he soon
+became a "shoulder-hitter," whipping all opponents who were any way
+near his own age, and becoming a terror to the quarrelsome rowdies who
+had previously ruled the ditch.</p>
+
+<p>During the hight of his wild career he attended a revival meeting,
+became converted, found new and wealthy friends, who supplied him with
+funds to attend college, and, in 1856, he graduated at William's
+College, Massachusetts, with the highest honors.</p>
+
+<p>Returning to Ohio, he at once settled as a clergyman and president of
+the college at Hiram, Portage County. He here became very popular as
+an eloquent divine, as a lecturer before lyceums, and as a profound
+scholar. The success of his school was without a precedent. Two years
+ago he was elected, by an immense majority, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page184" name="page184"></a>(p. 184)</span>as a member of
+the State Senate. At the first call for troops, he at once entered the
+field, and rallied round him some of the ablest boys to be found in
+the State.</p>
+
+<p>General Garfield is what would be called, by ladies, a really handsome
+man; has large, blue eyes, an expressive mouth, the outlines of which
+denote good nature. It was prophesied at once, after his enlistment,
+that, "Let Rev. Mr. Garfield have a chance at the rebels, and he would
+die in the field, or win a victory." He has, at all times, so far,
+been on the winning side.</p>
+
+<p>Humphrey Marshall&mdash;the barn-door of the Southern Confederacy&mdash;it is
+said, once beat General Garfield, during the early Kentucky campaign.
+Marshall was in a trap, and, wanting a little time, called upon
+Garfield with a white flag, who was commanding a brigade, and asked&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>"Is there no way to settle this without fighting?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, sir," said Garfield, "none but to fight&mdash;<span class="italic">somebody</span> has got to
+get hurt."</p>
+
+<p>But Marshall didn't see it in that light&mdash;retired to consult&mdash;and, in
+the mean time, beat a hasty retreat, and thus beat <span class="italic">Garfield</span>.</p>
+
+<h3>General Lew Wallace.</h3>
+
+<p>General Lew Wallace was formerly colonel of the 11th Indiana
+(three-months men,) known as Zouaves, who were noted for their daring
+bravery and dash. When the regiment returned to Indiana to be
+reorganized for the war, General Wallace remained quiet a few days,
+when the trouble in Missouri aroused his energies, and he issued a
+spirited call to his fellow-citizens, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page185" name="page185"></a>(p. 185)</span>which was responded to
+with the greatest enthusiasm. They flocked to his standard, and were
+sent to the Department of Missouri, and thence to Paducah, after which
+he was promoted to a generalship in the division of General C. F.
+Smith.</p>
+
+<p>General Wallace made himself a legion of friends in his able
+management of affairs during the memorable siege of Cincinnati by the
+rebels. At a public meeting in Columbus, Ohio, a <span class="italic">Flagg</span> was raised,
+and the following war poem recited:</p>
+
+<h3 class="smaller">The Siege of Cincinnati.</h3>
+
+<p class="poem30">Who saved our city, when the foe<br>
+  Swore in his wrath to lay it low,<br>
+  And turned to joy our tears of woe?<br>
+<span class="left40">Lew Wallace.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">Who taught us how to cock the gun,<br>
+  And aim it straight, and never run,<br>
+  And made us heroes, every one?<br>
+<span class="left40">Lew Wallace.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">And told us how to face and wheel,<br>
+  Or charge ahead with pointed steel,<br>
+  While cannon thundered, peal on peal?<br>
+<span class="left40">Lew Wallace.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">Who, when all in bed did sleep,<br>
+  About us watch and ward did keep,<br>
+  Like watch-dog round a flock of sheep?<br>
+<span class="left40">Lew Wallace.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">Who made us all, at his commands,<br>
+  With fainting hearts and blistering hands,<br>
+  Dig in the trench with contrabands?<br>
+<span class="left40">Lew Wallace.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">Who would have led us, warriors plucky,<br>
+  To bloody fields far in Kentucky?<br>
+  But Wright said, No!&mdash;and that was lucky?<br>
+<span class="left40">Lew Wallace.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page186" name="page186"></a>(p. 186)</span>Who sat his prancing steed astraddle,<br>
+  Upon a silver-mounted saddle,<br>
+  And saw the enemy skedaddle?<br>
+<span class="left40">Lew Wallace.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">And who, "wha hae wi' Wallace" fed,<br>
+  On pork and beans and army bread,<br>
+  Will e'er forget, when he is dead,<br>
+<span class="left40">Lew Wallace?</span></p>
+
+<h3>Parson Brownlow.</h3>
+
+<p>The Knoxville <span class="italic">Register</span> thus laments the release of the Parson from
+the prison of that city:</p>
+
+<p>"In brief, Brownlow has preached at every church and school-house,
+made stump-speeches at every crossroad, and knows every man, woman,
+and child, and their fathers and grandfathers before them, in East
+Tennessee. As a Methodist circuit-preacher, a political stump-speaker,
+a temperance orator, and the editor of a newspaper, he has been
+equally successful in our division of the State. Let him but once
+reach the confines of Kentucky, with his knowledge of the geography
+and the population of East Tennessee, and our section will soon feel
+the effect of his hard blows. From among his own old partisan and
+religious sectarian parasites he will find men who will obey him with
+the fanatical alacrity of those who followed Peter the Hermit in the
+first Crusade. We repeat again, let us not underrate Brownlow."</p>
+
+<p class="p2">The gallant Colonel Charles Anderson, of the 93d Ohio, in a speech in
+Columbus, said:</p>
+
+<p>"The South laugh at the little shams of the hour with which they
+agitate us; but their purpose is deep <span class="pagenum"><a id="page187" name="page187"></a>(p. 187)</span>and dark. They mean to
+carry out their system of 'oligarchy' at whatever cost. Looking upon
+slavery as I now do, having seen it from every side, and knowing that
+the South intend the destruction of this Union&mdash;were I to stand before
+the congregated world, I would declare it&mdash;I will hew slavery from
+crest to hip, from hip to heel, and cut my way through white, black,
+and yellow&mdash;nerve, muscles, bone&mdash;tribes and races, to the Gulf of
+Mexico, to save the Union."<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page188" name="page188"></a>(p. 188)</span><a id="chapter19" name="chapter19"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="19">XIX</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">An Episode of the War &mdash; Laughable Incident &mdash; Old Mrs.
+     Wiggles on Picket Duty &mdash; General Manson &mdash; God Bless the
+     Soldiers &mdash; Negro's Pedigree of Abraham Lincoln &mdash; A Middle
+     Tennessee Preacher &mdash; A Laconic Speech.</p>
+
+<h3>An Episode of the War.</h3>
+
+<p>During the early part of the rebellion, when the rebels were in force
+on Munson's Hill, McClellan laid a plan to surround and capture them.
+This plan was only known to McClellan, General Scott, and Colonel
+Scott, a relation of the General, by marriage. As the troops started
+out at night, for their assault, a signal rocket went up from
+Washington. On their arrival at Munson's Hill, the bird had flown.
+McClellan, being informed of this, immediately called on General
+Scott, finding there Colonel Scott. He immediately said to the
+General: "The enemy have been warned of our movements by a rocket;
+they must have been so warned by one of us. Which is the traitor?" No
+answer was given. McClellan then called on the President, and
+mentioned the above facts, stating his conviction that Colonel Scott
+was the delinquent, and insisted upon his immediate imprisonment, or
+his banishment, or his own resignation. Then followed General Scott's
+resignation, then his journey to Paris, and the self-banishment of
+Colonel Scott.</p>
+
+<h3><span class="pagenum"><a id="page189" name="page189"></a>(p. 189)</span>A Laughable Incident.</h3>
+
+<p>Considerable merriment and not a few immodest expressions were
+elicited at Washington, one day, by the action of the patrol, who
+perambulate the Avenue on horseback, a terror to all fast riders. On
+this occasion they made an onslaught upon the darkeys, who, for some
+time past, had luxuriated in the uniform of United States volunteers.
+How the articles of wearing apparel were obtained by the contrabands
+alluded to we have not inquired. The patrol rode up to each
+unfortunate "Sambo" that made his appearance, and proceeded to divest
+him of each of the articles enumerated, save where the bare necessity
+of the case would not admit of such a procedure. Caps, vests, and
+coats rapidly disappeared from "Sambo's" body, and were deposited in
+the street at the feet of the horses.</p>
+
+<p>"Take off your breeches," we heard escape the lips of one of the
+patrol. The darkey grinned, then rolled his eyes, gazed at some ladies
+passing, and then, with an astonished countenance, looked up into the
+face of the patrol. "Massa," he said, "I aint got nuffin else on when
+I take dese off." This was something of a puzzle to the guard on
+horseback, and so, not wishing to shock the modesty of the street,
+"Sambo" was allowed to depart with his linen and trowsers.</p>
+
+<h3>Old Mrs. Wiggles on Picket Duty.</h3>
+
+<p>"As for sleeping on a picket," said Mrs. Wiggles to the three-months
+volunteer who had dropped in to see her, "I don't see how they can do
+it without hurting them. Sleeping on a post would be a good deal more
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page190" name="page190"></a>(p. 190)</span>sensible, unless there's a nail in it, which might be
+prejudicious for the uniform. Every one to his taste, and such things
+as where a man shall sleep is at his own auction; but nobody can help
+thinking that either a picket or a post is a very uncomfortable place
+to sleep on. At any rate, there isn't much room for more than one in a
+bed."</p>
+
+<h3>General Manson.</h3>
+
+<p>Brigadier-General Manson was in camp at Glenn's Fork, Pulaski County,
+eighteen miles from the scene of the Mill Spring battle, and, with his
+brigade, made a forced march that distance, over horrible midwinter
+roads, arriving just in time to engage honorably in the fight. The
+gallant 10th Indiana lost seventy-five men. Its colonel, commanding
+the brigade as above, is an officer of great bravery and ability. His
+conduct at the battle of Rich Mountain, in Western Virginia, as
+colonel of that regiment, and his experience in the war with Mexico,
+constitute a happy preface to his late brilliant achievement. This
+same 10th Indiana is fully up to the feat of rapid marches. At one
+time, being detailed to go to Greensburg from Campbellsville, to repel
+an anticipated attack of Secesh, the march was made by the Hoosier
+boys in three hours, a distance of twelve miles, eight of which was
+over a dirt-road that had had the advantage of a hard rain the night
+previous.</p>
+
+<h3>God Bless the Soldier.</h3>
+
+<p>A young and beautiful lady of Louisville (Minnie Myrtle) says; "God
+bless the soldier!" O, could we <span class="pagenum"><a id="page191" name="page191"></a>(p. 191)</span>but look into the almost
+bursting heart of the rough-clad, tired soldier, as he plods his way,
+weary and worn, casting a glance, at intervals, to see one kind smile,
+to hear one kind and gentle voice to remind him of home, and the
+"loved ones" left far behind to the mercies of a cold and heartless
+world&mdash;could we but look into that fond heart and see the aching void,
+we would clasp that hand tenderly, and draw him gently to our homes, a
+welcome guest. O, did you but think, for a moment, of the sacrifice
+made by the ones you term "striplings," you would smother the thought
+before it rises to your pure lips, and your cheeks would burn with the
+sisterly blush, and your lips would breathe a prayer instead for the
+wanderer.</p>
+
+<p>Come with me to yon snow-covered cabin. 'Tis a rude hut; but pause ere
+you enter, and behold the scene: An aged mother, bowed in deep and
+earnest prayer; and, as she prays for her jewels, a smile, not of
+sadness, but a settled calmness, gives place to one of extreme agony;
+her boys&mdash;she has but two, the pride of her declining years&mdash;both she
+gave, as did "Abraham of old," a living sacrifice upon the "altar of
+her country." Come with me to yonder habitation, not of wealth, but
+comfort. Hark! What shriek was that which rent the air? A widowed
+mother kneels beside the fatherless babe, and asks God in mercy to let
+the bitter cup pass from her. Another sacrifice to the dark and bloody
+ground! Pause, then, sisters, and give that thought not utterance.
+Your lips should breathe a prayer for the friendless soldier. If you
+have a brother, then love the soldier for your brother's sake; and if
+you have none, the honest-hearted soldier will be a <span class="pagenum"><a id="page192" name="page192"></a>(p. 192)</span>brother
+and protector. But, O, for the love of God, speak kindly to the
+soldier.</p>
+
+<h3>A Negro's Pedigree of Abraham Lincoln.</h3>
+
+<p>A full-blooded African, who was taken prisoner on the steamer Lewis,
+on which he is now employed as a cook, in the service of the United
+States, was encountered one evening by the surgeon of one of the naval
+ships, who asked him his name. "Nathaniel," replied the negro. "Any
+other name?" said the doctor; to which Sambo replied: "Why, de last
+name is always de massa's name&mdash;Massa Johnson." "What do the people
+say this war is about?" asked the doctor. Nat replied: "Why, sir, dey
+say that some man, called Linkum, is going to kill all de women an' de
+children, an' drive de massa away; and all de colored folks will be
+sold to Cuba." Nathaniel then proceeded to give some new and highly
+interesting particulars respecting the genealogy of the family of the
+Chief Magistrate of the United States. "Dey say his wife was a black
+woman, and dat his fadder and mudder come from Ireland," said he,
+speaking with emphasis. The doctor indignantly refuted the aspersions
+cast upon the family of the President, and disabused the mind of the
+negro of the false impressions which he had received from the
+Secessionists of the place.</p>
+
+<p>One morning I accosted a contraband named Dick, who was employed in
+the fort. "Have you any other name?" said I. "Dey calls me Dick, de
+Major," was his answer. In reply to interrogatories, he gave an
+account of his life. "I was born in Virginny," said he, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page193" name="page193"></a>(p. 193)</span>
+holding on the rim of a slouchy felt hat, and raising it at every
+inquiry. "Massa sold me, fore I was old 'nuff to know my mudder, to a
+preacher man in Florida. Bimeby massa die, and missus, she had a
+musical turn o' mind, and swapped me off for a fiddler; but de people
+all got de laf on de ole 'oman, for in two or free months the old
+fiddler died, and she lost us both," and the darkey laughed
+vehemently.</p>
+
+<h3>A Middle Tennessee Preacher.</h3>
+
+<p>A Secesh preacher, who was elected to a captaincy in the Home-Guards
+at Chattanooga, hearing they were likely to be called out, sent in the
+following note:</p>
+
+<p>"dear curnel i beg to resind my commishen. Being a disciple of Krist i
+can not take up the sord."</p>
+
+<h3>A Laconic Speech.</h3>
+
+<p>An amusing sword presentation took place one day in camp. The 78th
+Pennsylvania presented a sword to their colonel, William Sirwell.
+Captain Gillespie spoke as follows:</p>
+
+<p>"Here <span class="italic">we</span> are, and here <span class="italic">it</span> is. This is a bully sword, and comes
+from bully boys; take it, and use it in a bully manner."</p>
+
+<p>Colonel Sirwell replied:</p>
+
+<p>"Captain, that was a bully speech. Let's all take a bully drink."<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page194" name="page194"></a>(p. 194)</span><a id="chapter20" name="chapter20"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="20">XX</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">Union Men Scarce &mdash; How they are Dreaded &mdash; Incidents &mdash; The
+     Wealthy Secessionists and Poor Union Widows &mdash; The John
+     Morgans of Rebellion &mdash; A Contraband's Explanation of the
+     Mystery &mdash; Accident at the South Tunnel &mdash; Impudence of the
+     Rebels &mdash; A Pathetic Appeal, etc.</p>
+
+<p class="left50 noindent smaller"><span class="smcap">Camp near Gallatin, Tenn.</span>,<br>
+<span class="italic">November 20, 1862</span>.</p>
+
+<p>A trip from the tunnel to Gallatin, and back, is a good day's sport,
+for it behooves all to be on the alert, to avoid being captured by
+citizen guerrillas. A number of this brigade have already been
+"gobbled up," while out hunting luxuries at farm-houses. This became
+so frequent that the General in command issued an order prohibiting
+the boys from leaving camp without special permission.</p>
+
+<p>Folks at home have frequently heard of the strong Union sentiment
+pervading Tennessee, but, "cuss me" if I haven't hunted in vain for
+the article during the past two weeks, and, with no exception
+whatever, save among the laboring class, have I found an out-and-out
+Union man. They answer with a "double meaning," when questioned, and
+are <span class="italic">professed</span> Union men while the army is here, and strong
+Secessionists when the rebel army can protect them.</p>
+
+<p>The fact is, all the true Union men have been driven <span class="pagenum"><a id="page195" name="page195"></a>(p. 195)</span>by the
+merciless foe into the woods&mdash;at any rate from their homes. Acts of
+the most fiendish barbarity have been committed, and the aiders and
+abettors are within a few miles of this camp, unmolested, enjoying the
+comforts of a home, while the true patriot, driven from his family to
+the hills of his native State, is</p>
+
+<p class="poem10"><span class="min05em">"Unsheltered</span> by night, and unrested by day;<br>
+  The heath for his barracks&mdash;revenge for his pay."</p>
+
+<p>An incident occurred in General Fry's division a few days since. Two
+of the 2d Minnesota Regiment, John A. Smith and Mr. Mervis, both of
+St. Paul, went out, by permission of their captain, in search of
+butter and eggs. They took two good horses with them, and although a
+week has passed, neither men nor horses have returned. The sequel
+proves that these men were captured by armed residents of this
+neighborhood, as yesterday a company were sent out for forage, and
+with them a number of servants were sent for eatables. Arriving at the
+house of 'Squire McMurray, a well-known Secessionist, who has two sons
+in the rebel army, the boys made inquiries of the servants in regard
+to their missing comrades, and found out they had been taken by a
+party of guerrillas from near this very house. The old scoundrel
+McMurray openly exulted over the fact, and thought it very comical to
+have the "Yankees" jerked up once in awhile. "It will teach them,"
+said he, "to stay at home." The boys wanted to purchase some chickens
+and turkeys, but he refused to sell to "Yanks," swearing his turkeys
+were not fattened for "Down-easters." Mrs. McMurray hurriedly came
+out, and ordered all her black servants in the house, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page196" name="page196"></a>(p. 196)</span>as she
+said she didn't want her niggers contaminated with "sich white trash."</p>
+
+<p>About two hours after this conversation the brigade teams <span class="italic">drove up</span>,
+and soon <span class="italic">drove off</span> with ten loads of corn and oats, amounting to
+sixty dollars. 'Squire McMurray refused to receive a voucher offered
+by the Quarter-master, and said they were of no account to him&mdash;it was
+only a trick of the Abolition Government to rob the farmers; they had
+already sixty wagon-loads, and he guessed he could spare a few more.
+This man has a splendid farm, finely stocked with valuable imported
+Cashmere sheep, some of them worth from four to five hundred dollars
+apiece. This man is living in luxury, and upon ground that should be
+occupied by the poor and devoted families of those who, by his
+connivance, have been driven forth upon the world. Yet the great
+shield of the law&mdash;the law he has so basely violated, the Constitution
+he has, and yet does, openly defy&mdash;is made his safeguard. Is it at all
+astonishing our men weary of this favoritism, this premium upon
+traitors?</p>
+
+<p>Let me tell your readers of what I was an eye-witness, a few evenings
+ago. You that have comfortable homes and warm firesides, with no war
+at your doors, can have but a faint idea of the horrors that are
+broadcast over this once happy country. A poor woman came to the
+commanding General of this brigade and begged for protection. She
+lived eight miles from this camp, and the rebels had threatened to
+burn her barn and house. Now, what do you think was this woman's
+offense? Her husband had joined the Union army at Nashville last
+August, and when, a few days afterward, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page197" name="page197"></a>(p. 197)</span>he returned to
+arrange his family affairs, the "guerillas" found out his return, and
+five of the incarnate fiends walked into his house, and while he was
+seated at the table, partaking of his breakfast, these men shot
+him&mdash;there, in the presence of his wife and six children, these
+fiends, that our worthy President deliberately "commutes," murdered
+their only protector; and now, not satisfied with their former
+atrocity, they return to drive the poor widow and her children from
+the desolate little homestead!</p>
+
+<p>O! if there is one hell deeper than another, please, God, send these
+wretches, who would persecute a poor woman thus, to it!</p>
+
+<p>The General, upon hearing the story of her troubles, sent out two
+companies of the 2d Minnesota Regiment to guard and bring into camp
+her children, and what few chattels were left. Company A, under
+Captain Barnes, and Company G, under Captain Keifer, were assigned to
+perform this act of deserved charity.</p>
+
+<p>It was ten o'clock at night, cold and windy, the rain penetrating to
+the very bones, and dark as Egypt, when the two companies returned
+with Mrs. Crane and her six children. One rickety wagon, a mangy old
+horse, a cow, some bedding, and a few cooking utensils, were the
+trophies of the trip. These things told a tale of poverty, but they
+were all the poor widow of the murdered soldier possessed.</p>
+
+<p>The children were all barefooted, and most scantily attired; the
+little ones shivered with the cold, and the older ones wrapped their
+tattered garments closer as the wind played rudely with them. A little
+four-year-old boy eyed the soldiers with a side glance, and <span class="pagenum"><a id="page198" name="page198"></a>(p. 198)</span>
+clung to his mother, as she held her infant to her breast.</p>
+
+<p>If I were to decide what to do in such a case, I would quickly turn
+out Mr. 'Squire McMurray, and let Mrs. Crane and her little ones
+possess the well-stocked farm. To-day the General is endeavoring to
+get transportation to Indiana for this family, at the expense of the
+Government.</p>
+
+<p>An old negro resident near this camp, in conversation, a few days
+since, said to me:</p>
+
+<p>"Look-a-heah! all you white folks, when any debbeltry is done, allers
+lay it to Massa John Morgan."</p>
+
+<p>"Well," said I, "don't he do a large share of it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, he does do a heap; but, Lor bress you, massa, gib de <span class="italic">debble</span>
+his due; he don't do de half what de white folks say. You see dat
+tunnel, don't you?" said he, rolling the white of his eyes to the
+obliteration of all sight of the pupil.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I see it," I replied.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, sah! Massa Morgan had no more to do wid dat tunnel dan you do
+yourself. Morgan <span class="italic">warnt</span> no way nigh dis place when dat was done; de
+folks what lib all round here was de <span class="italic">Morganses</span> what do dat work;
+why, dey done toted rails for <span class="italic">free</span> days, and packed 'em in dat
+tunnel, and we darkeys had to help 'em, and den dey set 'em on fire,
+and sich a cracklin' as you nebber heard, and in less dan a week
+ebbery body all over de country was a-tellin' about how as <span class="italic">John
+Morgan burnt de tunnel</span>."</p>
+
+<h3>Impudence of the Rebels.</h3>
+
+<p>"Here, sir, I've got an order for you," said an acknowledged
+well-known rebel citizen, as he entered the <span class="pagenum"><a id="page199" name="page199"></a>(p. 199)</span>head-quarters of
+the General commanding the Third Brigade of the First Division of the
+Ohio. From the pompous manner of the Tennesseean, the General didn't
+know, for a moment, but that he was about being ordered under arrest
+by the citizen. The General merely replied in his usual style:</p>
+
+<p>"The hell you have, sir! Who is it from?"</p>
+
+<p>"From General Fry, sir."</p>
+
+<p>"Ah! let me see it."</p>
+
+<p>The order was produced. It requested the General not to allow too much
+of any one man's stock of corn to be taken. The General read the
+<span class="italic">request</span>, and instantly inquired of the Tennesseean: "Are you a Union
+man?" and as instantly received the reply of "No, sir, I am not."</p>
+
+<p>"Then, G&mdash;&mdash;d d&mdash;&mdash;n you, sir, how dare you have the impudence to come
+within my lines?"</p>
+
+<p>The Tennesseean, seeing he had a man of the pure grit to deal with,
+shook slightly in his boots, and did not put on so much "style," and
+was about to explain something, when the General interrupted him with
+a quick order to leave forthwith, or he would have a dozen bayonets in
+his rear "d&mdash;&mdash;n quick."</p>
+
+<p>"But, General, how shall I get out of camp? Won't you <span class="italic">please</span> give me
+a pass?"</p>
+
+<p>"Me give a pass to a rebel! No, sir. How did you get within my lines?"</p>
+
+<p>"Why, sir, I just walked straight in."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, sir, you can just walk straight out, and if ever I see you
+inside my lines again, I'll have you sent where you belong; and, after
+this, when you have any 'order' for me, if it is from General Halleck,
+'or any <span class="pagenum"><a id="page200" name="page200"></a>(p. 200)</span>other man,' don't you dare to bring it, but <span class="italic">send</span>
+it in to me, or you will rue the day."</p>
+
+<h3>A Pathetic Appeal.</h3>
+
+<p>I found the following "pathetic" appeal from the women of New Orleans.
+It was laid carefully by, with a lock of hair, bearing the
+inscription, "To Mary Looker, from her cousin Jane. Please send this
+appeal to all our male friends around Gallatin."</p>
+
+<div class="p2 quote">
+<p class="noindent center">"AN APPEAL FROM THE WOMEN OF NEW ORLEANS.</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">"<span class="smcap">To every Soldier</span>:</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">"We turn to you in mute agony! Behold our wrongs, fathers!
+     husbands! brothers! sons! We know these bitter, burning
+     wrongs will be fully avenged. Never did Southern women
+     appeal in vain for protection from insult! But, for the
+     sakes of our sisters throughout the South, with tears we
+     implore you not to surrender your cities, 'in consideration
+     of the defenseless women and children.' Do not leave your
+     women to the merciless foe! Would it not have been better
+     for New Orleans to have been laid in ruins, and we buried
+     beneath the mass, than subjected to these untold sufferings?
+     Is life so priceless a boon that, for the preservation of
+     it, no sacrifice is too great? Ah, no! ah, no! Rather let us
+     die with you! O, our fathers! rather, like Virginius, plunge
+     your own swords into our breasts, saying, 'This is all we
+     can give our daughters.'</p>
+
+<p class="left50">"<span class="smcap">The Daughters of the South.</span></p>
+
+<p>"<span class="smcap">New Orleans</span>, <span class="italic">May 14, 1862</span>."<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+</div>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page201" name="page201"></a>(p. 201)</span><a id="chapter21" name="chapter21"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="21">XXI</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">A Friendly Visit for Corn into an Egyptian Country &mdash; Ohio
+     Regiments &mdash; "Corn or Blood" &mdash; "Fanny Battles" &mdash; The
+     Constitution Busted in Several Places &mdash; Edicts Against
+     Dinner Horns, by Colonel Brownlow's Cavalry &mdash; A Signal
+     Station Burned &mdash; Two Rebel Aids Captured.</p>
+
+<p class="left50 noindent smaller"><span class="smcap">Camp at Triune, Tennessee</span>,<br>
+  <span class="italic">April 26, 1863</span>.</p>
+
+<p>Last Thursday was a "gay day" for a portion of the Third Division.
+General Schofield, thinking it requisite to lay in a good supply of
+provender, ordered out one hundred and fifty wagons, to go on an
+errand of mercy to our benighted "brethren of the South," and <span class="italic">borrow</span>
+of them some corn, oats, and fodder, for Federal horses. Well, as it
+is a recognized breach of etiquette to send such a train without
+escort, therefore, the General sent a retinue, consisting of the 35th
+Ohio, under Colonel Long; 9th Ohio, Colonel Josephs; 17th Ohio,
+Colonel Durbin Ward; 31st Ohio, Colonel Phelps; also, the 87th
+Indiana, Colonel Shyrock; and the 2d Minnesota, under Colonel George;
+together with two pieces belonging to the 4th Regular Battery, under
+Lieutenants Rodney and Stevenson. We went forward with the
+determination of obtaining food&mdash;"peacefully, if we could; forcibly,
+if we must;" but we had to use the rebel women's motto, lately made
+public in Richmond, "Food <span class="pagenum"><a id="page202" name="page202"></a>(p. 202)</span>or Blood." Our new commander
+accompanied the expedition. We started, after partaking of an early
+breakfast, and crossed Harpeth River about nine o'clock. I had
+forgotten to mention that the 1st East Tennessee Cavalry were along:
+the rebels haven't forgotten it, however, as they were ordered to the
+front, and, as I am fond of seeing them "go in," I was appointed chief
+aid and bottle-holder to the command under Majors Burkhardt and Tracy,
+and had a splendid opportunity of seeing the "Secession elephant."
+After passing through the town of College Grove, we commenced feeling
+our way carefully, as we wished to make our visit a sort of "surprise
+party" to the "brethren in arms;" as a matter of course, this was only
+the "by-play," for while the Tennessee boys were unloading their
+muskets, the teamsters were loading corn and oats from Secesh cribs.
+They are excellent <span class="italic">cribbage</span>-players by this time.</p>
+
+<p>As our cavalry advanced, the rebel cavalry fell back, declining to
+hold any communication. Major Tracy and "ye correspondent" went off
+the main road, in pursuit of knowledge, and came upon half a dozen
+negroes working in a field. The Major introduced "ye innocent lamb" as
+General Morgan, and demanded of the darkeys if any d&mdash;&mdash;d Yankees had
+been about there lately. The darkeys replied very evasively; would not
+say a word that would injure the cause of the Union forces; denied all
+knowledge of them or their whereabouts. There were some two or three
+hundred fat sheep on the farm, and a good lot of cattle. I suggested
+the propriety of driving them within our lines, but was astonished
+when the Major told me it was "against orders" to do so. All the males
+of the family <span class="pagenum"><a id="page203" name="page203"></a>(p. 203)</span>who owned the negroes and <span class="italic">other cattle</span> were
+in the rebel army&mdash;the master and two sons. While talking there, we
+heard firing, and so started for the fun, and soon came upon some of
+the "gentry," yclept "butternuts." The Major had about twelve men in
+the lead; a few others, with the colors, remaining a quarter of a mile
+to the rear&mdash;the <span class="italic">regiment</span> a mile in rear of the advance. When we
+arrived at what is known as Tippets's farm, the rebels, who were
+sheltered by Wilson's house, poured a volley down the road, and
+without inquiring the cause of such unkind treatment, on their part,
+this "individual" <span class="italic">retired</span> some twenty yards. I have before heard the
+sound of the Enfield-rifle ball, and have heard many persons say, 'tis
+"quite musical;" but "<span class="italic">I can't see it</span>." The boys advanced in the most
+daring manner on the open road, while the <span class="italic">valiant</span> and "<span class="italic">noble
+chivalry</span>" of Alabama kept continually retreating. In order to obtain
+a better view of the fight, and watch the maneuvers of the combatants,
+I went upon the side-hill of an open field to the left of the road,
+and while quietly looking on, three rebs came out from behind Wilson's
+house, and, without as much as saying, "By your leave," they blazed
+away at me. Isn't it a shame that these fellows should act so? Why,
+they "<span class="italic">busted</span> the Constitution all to the devil," in firing at <span class="italic">me</span>.
+The Major kindly rode up and told me, in his usual bland and benign
+style, that I was a d&mdash;&mdash;n fool; that "them fellers was a-shootin' at
+me." I merely replied that I guessed he was mistaken, as I saw the
+bullets <span class="italic">plowing</span> the field some twenty yards in front of me. While
+this conversation was going on between the Major and myself, the
+rebels reloaded their guns <span class="pagenum"><a id="page204" name="page204"></a>(p. 204)</span>and gave us another trial of
+their skill, and settled the dispute at once, as I had asseverated;
+their bullets would not reach that distance. The Major was right, for
+a little while the nastiest shriek I ever heard came from that volley.
+The Major's horse didn't like it much, and <span class="italic">cavorted</span> like the "fiery,
+untamed steed" ridden by the fair "Adah Isaacs." Then we changed our
+base: we went toward the chaps, and, when they would get ready to
+fire, put spurs to our horses and ran from them. This so delighted the
+"rebs," that we gratified them with two or three trials, and every
+time we ran, they shouted and said <span class="italic">bad words</span>. After placing five men
+in ambush, we retired, as if leaving the field, and as the traitors
+were advancing directly into the trap of three hours' hard setting,
+the Wilson family came to the door and told them to go back, as the
+"Yankees" were in the orchard there by Tippets's house. The men were
+then within two hundred yards of the ambush, and, upon being so
+informed, hastily wheeled their horses and left on a double-quick.
+This act on the part of a citizen rebel so exasperated the men that
+Wilson was given one hour to get out of the house with his furniture,
+as all houses used for military purposes, signal stations, etc., would
+meet with destruction.</p>
+
+<p>While the house was burning, the women boasted they had warned them,
+and would do it again. One virago-looking Secesh asseverated, in a
+voice of unearthly screechiness, that they had lots of "<span class="italic">Southern
+friends</span>, and <span class="italic">millions of money</span>."</p>
+
+<p>The citizens along the road will learn a lesson by this occurrence. It
+will teach them not to make signal stations of their houses.</p>
+
+<h3><span class="pagenum"><a id="page205" name="page205"></a>(p. 205)</span>Blowing Horns Unconstitutional.</h3>
+
+<p>Another source of annoyance to our men was the frequent blasts upon
+dinner-horns. These "quiet, peaceful" citizens, as our men advanced,
+gave the enemy information by this <span class="italic">blasted</span> method. Upon being
+questioned as to the "cause why" they did so much blowing, they
+replied, "They were calling in the boys from the field, for fear they
+would get shot;" and Mrs. Tippets said, "'T was near dinner-time." One
+of the men said he would like something to eat, and went in the house,
+but no sign of dinner preparation could be seen. Major Tracy took the
+horn from Mrs. Tippets, at which the lady (?) protested most
+violently; said there "was no reason in that man," and asked me, "if
+it wasn't agin the Constitution for that feller to take that horn."</p>
+
+<p>I told her, in a <span class="italic">pacific manner</span>, that that was nothing; Tracy took
+from ten to fifteen horns a day. She didn't see the joke, and I became
+disgusted with her want of penetration, and left.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Wilson and a man who was in his employ were brought into camp as
+prisoners. Mr. Wilson protested he didn't tell the States-rights men
+any thing, and held that he "couldn't hender the women talkin'."</p>
+
+<p>About four o'clock we commenced a retrograde movement for the "old
+camp," and soon caught up with the big train, filled with all the
+delicacies of the season, for the brute portion of our division.</p>
+
+<p>The Miss Fanny Battles who is now so sweetly sojourning in the
+Seminary at Columbus, Ohio, under the guardianship of "Uncle Samuel,"
+was a resident <span class="pagenum"><a id="page206" name="page206"></a>(p. 206)</span>of this county. Our troops were encamped upon
+the Battles farm for a month. Miss Battles was very industrious in
+circulating about the country. When she was taken, she had her
+<span class="italic">drawers</span> stuffed with letters, and was trying to steal through our
+picket-lines. The <span class="italic">Secretary</span> of State, or those connected with the
+<span class="italic">bureaus</span>, will, we hope, see that there are no more such <span class="italic">drawers</span>
+allowed within the lines.</p>
+
+<h3>The Difference.</h3>
+
+<p>At the house of a Mr. Bolerjack are the wounded men belonging to the
+1st Tennessee Cavalry. I called there yesterday, and, in conversation
+with Mr. B., he expressed surprise at what he termed the difference
+between our wounded and the rebel wounded. He said that he had a house
+full of Secesh at one time, but that they kept moaning and groaning
+all night and day, and kept his family busy, while our men have never
+muttered, but, on the contrary, are always cheerful, and only anxious
+to get back in their saddles.<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page207" name="page207"></a>(p. 207)</span><a id="chapter22" name="chapter22"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="22">XXII</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">Reward for a Master &mdash; Turning the Tables &mdash; Dan Boss and
+     his Adventure &mdash; Major Pic Russell &mdash; A Visit to the
+     Outposts with General Jeff C. Davis &mdash; Rebel Witticisms &mdash;
+     Hight Igo, ye Eccentric Quarter-master &mdash; Fling Out to the
+     Breeze, Boys.</p>
+
+<h3>Reward for a Master&mdash;Turning the Tables.</h3>
+
+<p>The darkeys of Secession masters fairly flocked into camp on many
+occasions. When near Lebanon, Ky., a bright darkey, very witty, kept
+the camp alive with his humor. During the day some Kentuckians had
+posted up in camp an advertisement: "One Hundred Dollars Reward. Ran
+away from the subscriber, my man Bob," etc. Jim Duncan, the darkey I
+have referred to, soon after issued the following, and posted it
+beside the other:</p>
+
+<div class="quote">
+<p><span class="smcap">Fifty Cents Reward.</span>&mdash;Ran away from dis chile, an' leff him
+     all alone to take care of his-seff, after I done worked
+     twenty-six years for him faithfully, my massa, "<span class="smcap">Bill
+     Duncan</span>." Massa Bill is supposed to have gone off wid de
+     Secesh <span class="italic">for to hunt for his rights</span>; and I 'spect he done
+     got lost. Any pusson 'turnin' him to dis chile, so dat he
+     can take keer ob me, (as he allers said niggers couldn't
+     take keer demselves,) will be much oblige to dis chile.</p>
+
+<p>N. B.&mdash;Pussons huntin' for him will please look in all de
+     "lass ditches," as I offen heern him tellin' about dyin'
+     dar.</p>
+
+<p class="add3em">'Specfull' submitted, <span class="add8em smcap">Jim</span>.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>The poster created a great deal of merriment in <span class="pagenum"><a id="page208" name="page208"></a>(p. 208)</span>camp, while
+the residents thought Jim a very sassy nigger.</p>
+
+<h3>Dan Boss and His Adventure.</h3>
+
+<p>All railroad men know Dan Boss, of the Pittsburg, Fort Wayne, and
+Chicago Railroad. Dan was in Louisville, on Government business,
+during the raid, with a lot of cars. Dan thought he would ride out a
+few miles on the Bardstown pike one fine afternoon, with a friend, and
+for this purpose hired a fine horse and buggy. Dan went out gaily, and
+in fine spirits, jokingly observing he was about to reconnoiter. Only
+ten miles from the city Dan was captured. The rebels demanded a
+surrender of all his personal effects, which consisted of a rare lot
+of old passes over all the railroads in the United States, several
+"bottles," etc. Dan told them he was all right on the goose, and they
+told him to turn round and go back; upon which Dan was delighted,
+thinking he had deceived them, when he was accosted by several more of
+the gang, who wanted to try the speed of Dan's horse. Dan begged for
+the horse; said it wasn't his, to which the rebs replied, "Well! as it
+is not '<span class="italic">yourn</span>,' why, we'll take care of it," and then drove off,
+leaving Dan and his friend to foot it home.</p>
+
+<h3>Major Pic Russell</h3>
+
+<p>Says that, on the march to Louisville from Huntsville, Ala., he met
+hundreds of stragglers from Bragg's army. One tall specimen of Secesh,
+going back to his Southern home, the Major halted.</p>
+
+<p>"Hallo!" said the Major, "where are you going?"</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page209" name="page209"></a>(p. 209)</span>The fellow looked at the Major very intently, and replied,
+"Home, sir."</p>
+
+<p>"Where do you live?" inquired Russell.</p>
+
+<p>"Lewis County, Alabama!"</p>
+
+<p>"Why," said the Major, "you don't think you will ever be able to walk
+all that distance, do you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I do," was his response. "I tell you, Major, I wouldn't take
+<span class="italic">five hundred dollars for my chance</span>."</p>
+
+<p>The distance to his home was over seven hundred miles, through
+Kentucky, Tennessee, and Northern Alabama.</p>
+
+<p>The Major told me it was a common sight to see them trudging along,
+singing merrily, no doubt thinking of "<span class="italic">Home, sweet home</span>."</p>
+
+<h3>A Visit to the Outposts with Gen. Jeff C. Davis.</h3>
+
+<p>General Davis I found an active, intelligent gentleman, with an eye
+denoting great determination, and very pleasing in his conversational
+powers; always on the alert, leaving nothing to subordinates that he
+could do himself. The General's division commanded the Shelbyville
+pike. I spent two nights with Colonel Heg, who had a brigade occupying
+the most dangerous position. The 25th Illinois and 8th Kansas were in
+his brigade.</p>
+
+<p>Colonel Heg's regiment is mostly composed of Norwegians, or
+Scandinavians. They are generally from, and are known as the 15th
+Wisconsin; are a splendid body of well-disciplined men, and all speak
+our language fluently. I heard an amusing anecdote of one of their
+captains, who, a short time since, took a lot of <span class="pagenum"><a id="page210" name="page210"></a>(p. 210)</span>rebel
+prisoners. As this Norwegian captain had them drawn up in line, he
+said to them, in broken English, and in accent very like the German:
+"Say, you fellers, you putternuts, I vant you all to schwear a leetle.
+It do you goot to schwear mit de Constitution. I schwear him tree year
+ago; now you schwear him. Now, recollect, you schwear him goot; no
+d&mdash;&mdash;n nonsense. You schwear him, and keep him down, and not <span class="italic">puke him
+up again</span>!"</p>
+
+<p>The 24th Illinois are close at hand, also the 8th Kansas. These boys
+are in view of the rebels every day.</p>
+
+<p>There is in the 24th Illinois Regiment a very clever officer who has
+an intolerably red nose. He says he can't "help it;" he strives to
+temper it, but it is no go. A friend inquired of him, how much it cost
+to color it out here; his reply was, "$2.50 a canteen."</p>
+
+<p>The "rebs" played quite a trick upon the chaplain of the 24th
+Illinois. After they received his papers, they refused to send any in
+return. This would have been termed a nasty <span class="italic">Yankee trick</span>, had any of
+our boys committed such a breach of faith with them. But such is
+Southern <span class="italic">honor</span>.</p>
+
+<h3>Rebel Witticisms.</h3>
+
+<p>The following is copied from the Chattanooga <span class="italic">Rebel</span>:</p>
+
+<p>If it is true that General Marmaduke hung the regiment of armed
+negroes at Helena, he certainly made a center shot at old Abe's
+emancipation-insurrection scheme; for he "knocked the <span class="italic">black</span> out"
+every time he hung a darkey.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page211" name="page211"></a>(p. 211)</span>We do not know for certain that the price of negroes is going
+up; but there must have been a slight <span class="italic">advance</span> upon a regiment of
+them at Helena, the other day, if the wires were correct.</p>
+
+<p>Grant's permitting his dead soldiers to decay and create a stench
+around Vicksburg presents the worst feature of the Yankee <span class="italic">die-nasty</span>
+we have yet had to chronicle.</p>
+
+<p>Richmond papers announce that Hooker has again, "changed his base." He
+took it out of the saddle awhile ago, to go and tell old Abe "how the
+thing was did."</p>
+
+<p>The soil of the South is becoming so fertilized with. Yankee bodies,
+that we will be able to raise nothing but wooden nutmegs after the
+war.</p>
+
+<p>The "typos" of the <span class="italic">Rebel</span> suggest the necessity of the immediate
+return of Vallandigham, and our finishing up the Yankee raid on
+Vicksburg. Both exciting subjects cause too heavy a "run" on the
+capital "V" box.</p>
+
+<p>The Yankee officers who lead armed negroes against the Southern people
+will have "a <span class="italic">high</span> old time," for our boys will certainly hang them
+"as high as Haman."</p>
+
+<p>The Chicago <span class="italic">Tribune</span> says: "There are already twenty thousand colored
+troops in the Federal army." Does he mean the <span class="italic">blue-bellied</span> ones, or
+the black ones?</p>
+
+<p>"<span class="italic">Breakers ahead" for Yankee merchantmen!</span> The Alabama and Florida! If
+they are not breakers to the ships, they will soon break all the
+ship-owners.</p>
+
+<p>The Yankee corpses lying around Vicksburg are becoming fetid as fast
+as the living ones are becoming <span class="italic">de</span>-feated.</p>
+
+<h3><span class="pagenum"><a id="page212" name="page212"></a>(p. 212)</span>Hight Igo, ye Eccentric Quarter-master.</h3>
+
+<p>Everybody in the Third Division of Crittenden's corps knows the
+Quarter-master of the 35th Indiana, Hight Igo; in fact, his fame is
+not confined to General Van Cleve's division. No, sir! not by any
+means! His eccentricities are the theme of conversation from Triune to
+Stone River, from "Kripple Kreek" to Nashville.</p>
+
+<p>His first introduction to the favorable notice of high military
+authority occurred at Louisville. Shortly after the gallant 35th came
+into service, he stopped General Wood one day in the streets of
+Louisville, to inquire upon the subject of "yarn socks." The General
+informed him he never transacted business on the street, and suggested
+the propriety of calling at head-quarters. A short time after this the
+General met Igo on the street, and having heard something queer about
+Igo's forage account, requested information in regard thereto. Igo
+coolly remarked: "General, I never transact business on the street.
+You will please call at my quarters, when I shall be happy to afford
+you an insight into my affairs."</p>
+
+<p>The next day a couple of the General's staff-officers called upon the
+incorrigible Igo, to investigate matters, and they investigated "in a
+horn." Igo remarked that, if they had waited until next morning to
+make their report, things would have worked; but they foolishly went
+into the presence of the General immediately upon their arrival; and
+when they reported "Quar-hic-termaster Igo's busi-ness all-hic-sound,"
+the General "couldn't see it," and dispatched another officer,
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page213" name="page213"></a>(p. 213)</span>who could resist the blandishments of whisky-punch long
+enough to conduct the investigation.</p>
+
+<p>The result of this move was a rather tart request&mdash;from the
+Quarter-master-General's Department&mdash;for Lieutenant Igo to send all
+the papers belonging to his department to Washington, for adjustment;
+a request which our friend complied with by heading up vouchers,
+receipts, requisitions, etc., in an ammunition-keg, with a letter
+stating that, inasmuch as the Department had a great many more clerks
+at its command than he had, and were probably better acquainted with
+the "biz" of making out quarterly reports or returns, they might be
+able to understand how things stood between him and the Government;
+confessing, at the same time, that he "couldn't make head or tail out
+of the blasted figures." In due course of mail Igo received a
+communication from the Department, informing him that if he did not
+immediately send in his report for the quarter ending on the 31st of
+October, he would find himself in Washington, under arrest. To this
+Igo answered thus:</p>
+
+<div class="quote">
+<p><span class="smcap">Sir</span>&mdash;Yours of &mdash; date received. Contents noted. I have long
+     been desirous of visiting the city of "magnificent
+     distances," but have not hitherto been able to realize
+     sufficient funds at any one time to gratify that desire; I
+     therefore gratefully avail myself of your obliging offer to
+     defray the expenses of my journey, and most respectfully
+     suggest the propriety of your "going on with your
+     rat-killing." I am, sir, your obedient servant,</p>
+
+<p><span class="left50">MARTIN IGO,</span><br>
+<span class="left30">Lieutenant and A. A. Q. M., 35th Ind. Vols.</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<p>This closed Igo's official correspondence with the Department at
+Washington. He had the "<span class="italic">good luck</span>" <span class="pagenum"><a id="page214" name="page214"></a>(p. 214)</span>to be captured by
+Morgan last fall, and, of course, Morgan destroyed all his papers.
+That struck a balance for him for the quarter ending last October. He
+had another stroke of good fortune at Stone River, on the 1st of
+January, in having a wagon captured. Of course, all his papers were in
+that identical wagon. He was very indignant that a battle did not take
+place about the last of March, as that would have saved him a heap of
+trouble. Do not think, however, that our Quarter-master has done any
+thing that will not bear investigation, for a more honest or
+conscientious man is not to be found in the Quarter-master's
+Department; but Igo has a holy horror of vouchers and invoices, and
+receipts all in triplicate; and small blame to him for it.</p>
+
+<h3 class="smaller">Fling out to the Breeze, Boys!<br>
+<span class="normal">Dedicated to the Second Brigade, Second Division, M'cook's Corps.<br>
+by W. A. Ogden.</span></h3>
+
+<p class="poem30"><span class="add1em">Fling out to the breeze, boys,</span><br>
+<span class="add1em">That old starry flag&mdash;</span><br>
+  Let it float as in days famed in story;<br>
+<span class="add1em">For millions of stout hearts</span><br>
+<span class="add1em">And bayonets wait,</span><br>
+  To clear its old pathway to glory.</p>
+
+<p class="poem30"><span class="add1em">When the first wail of war</span><br>
+<span class="add1em">That was heard on our shore</span><br>
+  Re-echoed with fierce promulgation,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Columbia's brave sons</span><br>
+<span class="add1em">Then rallied and fought,</span><br>
+  In defense of our glorious nation.</p>
+
+<p class="poem30"><span class="add1em">From East, West, North, and South,</span><br>
+<span class="add1em">Their numbers did pour,</span><br>
+  Alike seemed their courage and daring;<br>
+<span class="add1em"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page215" name="page215"></a>(p. 215)</span>While boldly they stood,</span><br>
+<span class="add1em">As the fierce battle raged,</span><br>
+  Each nobly the proud contest sharing.</p>
+
+<p class="poem30"><span class="add1em">Those patriots have passed&mdash;</span><br>
+<span class="add1em">They now sleep 'neath the sod;</span><br>
+  But <span class="italic">their</span> flag shall be <span class="italic">our</span> flag forever!<br>
+<span class="add1em">We'll boldly march forward,</span><br>
+<span class="add1em">And strike to the earth</span><br>
+  The fiends who it from us would sever.</p>
+
+<p class="poem30"><span class="add1em">Hark! hark! from the South</span><br>
+<span class="add1em">Comes a sound, deep and shrill&mdash;</span><br>
+  'Tis the sound of the cannon's deep rattle!<br>
+<span class="add1em">Up! forward! brave boys,</span><br>
+<span class="add1em">And beat back with a will</span><br>
+  The foe from the red field of battle.</p>
+
+<p class="poem30"><span class="add1em">We'll rally and rally,</span><br>
+<span class="add1em">And rally again,</span><br>
+  To our standard now pennoned and flying;<br>
+<span class="add1em">And we swear, 'neath its bright folds</span><br>
+<span class="add1em">Of crimson and gold,</span><br>
+  To <span class="italic">own</span> it, though living or dying.</p>
+
+<p class="poem30"><span class="add1em">Then fling to the breeze, boys,</span><br>
+<span class="add1em">That dear, blood-bought flag&mdash;</span><br>
+  It must float as in days famed in story;<br>
+<span class="add1em">For millions of <span class="italic">stout hearts</span></span><br>
+<span class="add1em">And <span class="italic">bayonets</span> wait,</span><br>
+  To clear its old pathway to glory.<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page216" name="page216"></a>(p. 216)</span><a id="chapter23" name="chapter23"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="23">XXIII</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">Defense of the Conduct of the German Regiments at Hartsville
+     &mdash; To the Memory of Captain W. Y. Gholson &mdash; Colonel Toland
+     vs. Contraband Whisky.</p>
+
+<p class="left50 noindent smaller"><span class="smcap">Camp near Gallatin, Tenn.</span>,<br>
+  <span class="italic">December 14, 1862</span>.</p>
+
+<p>After a careful investigation of the facts relative to the late fight
+at Hartsville, having visited the battle-field, and having conversed
+with numerous officers and privates who were wounded in that
+engagement, I am satisfied that gross injustice has been done the
+noble raw recruits of the 106th and 108th Ohio Regiments. I am not
+biased in the least on account of their being Cincinnati men, although
+I confess to a city pride; and I feel the greatest satisfaction in
+telling you that those regiments acted in the most heroic manner. That
+a few acted cowardly and shirked their duty, there is no doubt; but
+that the entire regiments should bear the blame is very hard.</p>
+
+<p>I notice the Louisville <span class="italic">Journal</span> is particularly severe on the men
+and officers; and, also, that W. D. B. "pitches in," and terms them
+"Scott's Cowardly Brigade."</p>
+
+<p>W. D. B. goes into <span class="italic" lang="la">minutiæ</span> in regard to Scott, who, he says,
+commanded. He is entirely mistaken. Scott, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page217" name="page217"></a>(p. 217)</span>finding the place
+a dangerous one, requested, a week previously, to be allowed to rejoin
+his regiment, and his request was granted. The Scott who had command,
+and was relieved, belonged to Turchin's old regiment, and was their
+Lieutenant-Colonel. Scott told Colonel Moore of the dangers of the
+post, and Colonel Moore, feeling his weakness, protested against being
+left there. The fault lies beyond these new regiments.</p>
+
+<p>Why were three regiments of raw recruits placed in such a dangerous
+position, with but two guns and a handful of cavalry? As soon as the
+fight began, a courier was sent to Castilian Springs, a distance of
+only five miles, for reinforcements. The brigade was sent, but arrived
+too late. Instead of marching by column, on a double-quick, these men
+were deployed as skirmishers. The 106th and 108th Ohio and 104th
+Illinois held the ground for full two hours, until completely
+surrounded and driven to the brink of the river, where another large
+force of rebels awaited them. Yet these undisciplined men are called
+cowards&mdash;these men, who bravely held the ground, against odds of three
+to one, against the disciplined rebels belonging to the 2d and 9th
+Kentucky, and under the immediate command of Morgan! Yet these men are
+to bear the disgrace and receive the anathemas of the press, in order
+to shield some imbecile officer!</p>
+
+<p>I paid a visit to the hospital to-day, and I tell you it was a
+pitiable sight to see a large room crowded with the gallant wounded.
+They told me they didn't care for the wounds, but to be so maligned
+was more than they could bear. One noble fellow read the remarks of
+the Louisville <span class="italic">Journal</span>, and the big tears rolled <span class="pagenum"><a id="page218" name="page218"></a>(p. 218)</span>down his
+manly cheek, as he made the remark to me, "<span class="smcap">Good God</span>! <span class="italic">is that all the
+thanks we get for fighting as we did?</span>"</p>
+
+<p>Newspapers may publish what they please, but here is a fact that
+speaks loud in praise of the daring Ohio boys, and proves that the
+106th and 108th fought well: it is, that Company G, of the 106th, lost
+every commissioned officer, two sergeants, one corporal, and twelve
+privates.</p>
+
+<p>Colonel Moore, Lieutenant-Colonel Hapeman, and Major Wiedman refused
+to be paroled.</p>
+
+<p>Lieutenant Gessert, of the 106th, tells me he was present, a week
+since, when a colored boy came to Lieutenant Szabo, of the 106th, who
+was on picket. The boy stated that he overheard Morgan tell his master
+he was laying a plan to "capture them d&mdash;&mdash;d Cincinnati Dutch within
+three days." The boy was sent to head-quarters, where he repeated his
+story, but no notice was taken of it.</p>
+
+<p>To-day, Dr. Dyer, surgeon of the 104th Illinois, who went over the
+field directly after the fight, and assisted in dressing the wounds of
+our men, handed me a green seal ring belonging to Adjutant Gholson.
+The rebels had stripped the body of boots, coat and hat, and, fearing
+this ring would be taken, the Doctor placed it in his pocket.</p>
+
+<p>The Doctor says a rebel captain took a fancy to his (the Doctor's)
+hat, and insisted upon buying it&mdash;swore he would shoot him if he
+didn't sell it; and told him he went in for raising the black flag on
+the d&mdash;&mdash;d Yankees.</p>
+
+<p>The Doctor quietly went on with his work, attending <span class="pagenum"><a id="page219" name="page219"></a>(p. 219)</span>to the
+wounded, while the rebel captain was robbing the dead.</p>
+
+<p>I telegraphed you in regard to Adjutant Gholson's death. He died
+heroically leading his command. His praise is upon every tongue. I
+will send his body home on to-day's train.</p>
+
+<p class="left50 smcap">Alf.</p>
+
+<p class="p2">The lines following are a touching tribute to the memory of one of the
+noblest young men sacrificed in the war. Captain Gholson was a brave,
+earnest, talented, honorable man, in whose death his many friends feel
+a sorrowing pride:</p>
+
+<h3 class="smaller">To the Memory of Captain W. Y. Gholson.</h3>
+
+<p class="poem30">'Neath Western skies I'm dreaming,<br>
+<span class="add1em">This drear December morn,</span><br>
+  Of joys forever vanished,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Of friendships rudely torn;</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">Of the friend so lately taken<br>
+<span class="add1em">From the heartless world away;</span><br>
+  Of the well-beloved warrior<br>
+<span class="add1em">Now sleeping 'neath the clay.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">The links of youthful friendship,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Unsullied kept through years,</span><br>
+  Grim Death hath rudely shattered&mdash;<br>
+<span class="add1em">Ay, dimmed by Memory's tears.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">Thou wilt be missed sincerely<br>
+<span class="add1em">By the well-remembered band,</span><br>
+  Who've proved, through endless changes,<br>
+<span class="add1em">United heart and hand.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">Thy mother's pain and anguish<br>
+<span class="add1em">Through life will never cease;</span><br>
+  The grief she's now enduring<br>
+<span class="add1em">No earthly power can ease.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page220" name="page220"></a>(p. 220)</span>A father mourns the idol<br>
+<span class="add1em">Which God hath taken home,</span><br>
+  Hath borne to sunnier regions,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Where guardian spirits roam.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">And for the grieving sister,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Whose joyous days are o'er,</span><br>
+  There cometh gleams of sunshine<br>
+<span class="add1em">From yonder golden shore.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">From the throne of God eternal,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Where the angel roameth free,</span><br>
+  <span class="italic">He</span> speaketh words of music<br>
+<span class="add1em">To parents dear, and thee.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">To friends and weeping kindred<br>
+<span class="add1em">He speaketh words of cheer:</span><br>
+  "Be ye prepared to meet me,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Prepared to meet me here."</span></p>
+
+<p class="left50 smaller"><span class="smcap">Lizzie A. F.</span></p>
+
+<h3>Colonel Toland vs. Contraband Whisky.</h3>
+
+<p>"Volunteer" told me a good story of one of the gallant 34th Ohio and
+Colonel Toland.</p>
+
+<p>During their stay at Barboursville, the Colonel noticed, one day, an
+extraordinary number of intoxicated soldiers in camp. Where they
+obtained their whisky was a mystery to the command. The orders were
+very strict in regard to its prohibition. After considerable effort,
+the Colonel succeeded in finding out the guilty party. The culprit had
+a little log hut on the banks of the Guyandotte River, and was dealing
+it out with a profuseness entirely unwarranted. The Colonel sent his
+orderly for Corporal Minshall, of Company G. On his arrival, the
+Colonel said:</p>
+
+<p>"Corporal, you will take ten men, sir, and go to the <span class="pagenum"><a id="page221" name="page221"></a>(p. 221)</span>
+whisky-cabin on the banks of the Guyandotte, seize all the whisky you
+find, and pour it out."</p>
+
+<p>"All right," said the Corporal; "your order will be obeyed forthwith."</p>
+
+<p>The Corporal got his men together, and ordered them to string all the
+canteens they could find around their necks. On arriving at the cabin,
+they seized upon and "poured out" the whisky. After a thorough
+loading-up, the Corporal returned and reported at head-quarters.</p>
+
+<p>"You poured it out, did you?" inquired the Colonel.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir," categorically replied the Corporal.</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel noticed a canteen about the Corporal's neck, and thought
+he smelled something, and, looking him steadily in the face, repeated:</p>
+
+<p>"You poured it out, sir, did you?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir," emphatically replied the Corporal.</p>
+
+<p>"And where did you pour it, sir?"</p>
+
+<p>"In our canteens, Colonel," he replied.</p>
+
+<p>For a moment his eyes flashed with anger; but, on second thought, the
+joke struck him as being too good, and the pleasant smile so
+characteristic of the Colonel wreathed his face in a moment.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, Corporal," continued he, "I suppose that is some of the
+'poured-out' in your canteen, eh?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir," he replied, with the utmost <span class="italic" lang="fr">sang froid</span>, and, at the same
+time, gracefully disengaging the strap from his neck, said, "Won't you
+try some, Colonel?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't care if I do," said the Colonel; whereupon he imbibed,
+saying, as he lowered the vessel, "Not a bad article&mdash;not a bad
+article; but, Corporal, next time I send you to pour out whisky I will
+tell you <span class="italic">where</span> to pour it."<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page222" name="page222"></a>(p. 222)</span><a id="chapter24" name="chapter24"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="24">XXIV</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">War and Romance &mdash; Colonel Fred Jones &mdash; Hanging in the Army
+     &mdash; General A. J. Smith vs. Dirty Guns.</p>
+
+<h3>War and Romance.</h3>
+
+<p>During the late movement against Vicksburg the national transports
+were fired upon by a rebel battery at Skipwith Landing, not many miles
+from the mouth of the Yazoo. No sooner was the outrage reported at
+head-quarters than the Admiral sent an expedition to remove the
+battery and destroy the place. The work of destruction was effectually
+done; not a structure which could shelter a rebel head was left
+standing in the region for several miles around.</p>
+
+<p>Among other habitations destroyed was that of a Mrs. Harris, a widow
+lady, young, comely, and possessed of external attractions in the
+shape of a hundred and fifty "negroes," which she had contrived to
+save from the present operation of "the decree," by sending them up
+the Yazoo River. But Mrs. Harris was a rebel&mdash;intense, red-hot in her
+advocacy of Southern rights and her denunciation of Northern wrongs.
+Although she had not taken up arms against the Government, she was
+none the less subject to the indiscriminating swoop of the
+Proclamation; her niggers, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page223" name="page223"></a>(p. 223)</span>according to that document, were
+free, and if the Confederacy failed, she could only get pay for them
+by establishing her loyalty in a court of justice. Her loyalty to the
+Yankee nation?&mdash;not she! She was spunky as a widow of thirty can be.
+She would see Old Abe, and every other Yankee, in the happy land of
+Canaan before she would acknowledge allegiance to the Washington
+Government. Nevertheless, being all she possessed of this world's
+valuables, she would like to save those niggers.</p>
+
+<p>"Nothing easier," suggested Captain Edward W. Sutherland, of the
+United States steam-ram Queen of the West, who, attracted by her
+snapping black eyes, engaged in a friendly conversation with the lady
+after burning her house down. "Nothing easier in the world, madam."</p>
+
+<p>"How so, Captain? You don't imagine I will take that odious oath, do
+you? I assure you I would not do it for every nigger in the South."</p>
+
+<p>"But you need not take that oath, madam&mdash;at least not <span class="italic">the</span> oath."</p>
+
+<p>"I do not understand you, Captain," said the widow, thoughtfully.</p>
+
+<p>"I said you need not take the oath of allegiance; you can establish
+your loyalty without it&mdash;at least," with a respectful bow, "I can
+establish it for you."</p>
+
+<p>"Indeed! How would you do it, Captain?"</p>
+
+<p>"Simply enough. I am in the Government service; I command one of the
+boats of the Western navy&mdash;technically denominated a ram, madam&mdash;down
+here in the river. Of course, my loyalty is unimpeached, and, madam, I
+assure you it is unimpeachable. Now, if I <span class="pagenum"><a id="page224" name="page224"></a>(p. 224)</span>could only say to
+the Government, those niggers are mine"&mdash;&mdash;</p>
+
+<p>The Captain waited a moment, to see what effect his speech was
+producing.</p>
+
+<p>"Well!" said the widow, impatiently tapping with her well-shaped foot
+one of the smoking timbers of her late domicile.</p>
+
+<p>"In short, my dear madam, you can save the niggers, save your
+conscientious scruples, and save me from a future life of misery, by
+becoming my wife!"</p>
+
+<p>The Captain looked about wildly, as if he expected a sudden attack
+from guerrillas. The widow tapped the smoldering timber more violently
+for a few minutes, and then, turning her bright eyes full upon the
+Captain, said:</p>
+
+<p>"I'll do it!"</p>
+
+<p>The next arrival at Cairo from Vicksburg brought the intelligence that
+Captain Sutherland, of the ram Queen of the West, was married, a few
+days since, on board the gunboat Tylor, to Mrs. Harris, of Skipwith
+Landing. Several officers of the army and navy were present to witness
+the ceremony, which was performed by a Methodist clergyman, and
+Admiral Porter gave away the blushing bride. She is represented to be
+a woman of indomitable pluck, and, for the present, shares the life of
+her husband, on the ram Queen of the West.</p>
+
+<h3>Colonel Fred Jones.</h3>
+
+<p>I was with him on his last trip from Cincinnati to Louisville, and
+from thence to the army. Little did I think it was the last meeting.
+Noble Fred! He has left a name that will never be erased from honor's
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page225" name="page225"></a>(p. 225)</span>scroll. A writer in the Cincinnati <span class="italic">Commercial</span>, who knew
+him from boyhood up, says:</p>
+
+<p>"He is a native of this city, and favorably known as one of our most
+brilliant young men.</p>
+
+<p>"Colonel Jones was a graduate of Woodward High School, of this city,
+receiving his diploma, with the highest honor of his class, in 1853.
+He then entered the law-office of Rufus King, Esq. as a student, and
+evinced, in the pursuit of a legal education, a remarkable zeal and
+talent. Two years ago he was elected Prosecuting-Attorney of the
+Police Court, which office he held at the breaking out of the war, in
+1861. It was but a few days after the first call for troops, when he
+threw his business into the hands of a brother lawyer, and became a
+soldier. He was first an adjutant to General Bates, but, in June,
+1861, he received a lieutenant-colonel's commission in the 31st Ohio,
+with which he went into active service. He was afterward transferred,
+with the same rank, to the 24th Ohio, of which regiment he became
+colonel in May last.</p>
+
+<p>"He distinguished himself at the Battle of Shiloh, to which, indeed,
+he owed his promotion. He enjoyed the highest reputation with his
+superiors as an officer.</p>
+
+<p>"Colonel Jones was about twenty-seven years of age, of fine
+appearance, with a peculiarly happy manner and disposition. He was a
+very fine <span class="italic">extempore</span> orator, and possessed great military ardor from
+childhood. The writer, a fellow-student, remembers him as captain of a
+company of school-boys, at Woodward, which, drilling for pastime,
+became very proficient in tactics.</p>
+
+<p>"We can pay no more eloquent tribute to his memory than the mute
+impression his history will impart. He <span class="pagenum"><a id="page226" name="page226"></a>(p. 226)</span>is dead! Our city has
+offered no heavier sacrifice in any of her sons, and parted with no
+purer of the jewels which have been so rudely torn from her."</p>
+
+<h3>Hanging in the Army.</h3>
+
+<p class="left50 noindent smaller"><span class="smcap">Head-quarters 3d Division, 14th Army Corps</span>,<br>
+  <span class="smcap">Murfreesboro</span>, <span class="italic">June 6, 1863</span>.</p>
+
+<p>William A. Selkirk, who resided in an adjoining county, murdered, in a
+most brutal manner, a man by the name of Adam Weaver. Selkirk was a
+member of a roving band of guerrillas. He entered, with others, the
+house of Weaver, who was known to have money, and demanded its
+surrender. Weaver, not complying, was seized, his ears cut off, his
+tongue torn out, and he was then stabbed. These facts being proved to
+the court, Selkirk was condemned to death.</p>
+
+<p>At twelve o'clock, yesterday, the crowd commenced congregating at the
+Court-house, eyeing with curiosity a large, uncovered ambulance, in
+which was built a platform. The trap was a leaf, acting as a sort of
+tailboard to the wagon. This trap, or leaf, was supported by a strip
+of wood that ran into a notch, similar to the old figure-four trap.
+Attached to the ambulance were six splendid horses. At one o'clock two
+regiments of infantry, under Colonel Stoughton, arrived upon the
+ground and formed in line. The ambulance and military then moved along
+to the jail; the rough wooden coffin was placed in the vehicle, and
+the prisoner then, for the first time, made his appearance. He had a
+pale and care-worn look, and a decidedly Southern air. His step was
+firm, and he got into the wagon with but <span class="pagenum"><a id="page227" name="page227"></a>(p. 227)</span>little assistance.
+He was accompanied by Father Cony, chaplain of the 35th Indiana. The
+procession then moved off toward the gallows, erected a short distance
+from the town, upon the Woodbury pike. The eager crowd thronged the
+avenues leading to the place of execution&mdash;rushing, crushing, cursing
+and swearing, laughing and yelling. Samuel Lover, the Irish poet,
+describes, in his poem of "Shamus O'Brien," a hanging, thus:</p>
+
+<p class="poem10"><span class="min05em">"And</span> fasther and fasther the crowd gathered there,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Boys, horses, and gingerbread, <span class="italic">just like a fair</span>;</span><br>
+  And whisky was sellin', and 'cosamuck' too,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And old men and young women enjoying the view;</span><br>
+  And thousands were gathered there, if there was one,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Waiting till such time as the hanging would come."</span></p>
+
+<p>The morbid appetite depicted upon that sea of upturned faces was
+terrible to think of.</p>
+
+<p>By the kindness of Colonel Stoughton, I was given a very prominent
+place in the procession.</p>
+
+<p>General Order No. 123, from head-quarters, was read. The prisoner then
+knelt, and was baptized by the clergyman before mentioned. After the
+baptism was over, Rev. Mr. Patterson, of the 11th Michigan, made a
+most fervent and eloquent prayer, the prisoner on his knees, with eyes
+uplifted to heaven, and seemingly praying with all the fervor of his
+soul. After Mr. Patterson had finished praying, the prisoner was told
+he had five minutes to live, and to make any remarks he wished.
+Selkirk arose, with steady limbs, and said:</p>
+
+<p>"Gentlemen and friends: I am not guilty of the murder of Adam Weaver;
+I did not kill him. I hope you will all live to one day find out who
+was the <span class="pagenum"><a id="page228" name="page228"></a>(p. 228)</span>guilty man. I believe my Jesus is waiting to receive
+my poor soul. I am not guilty of Weaver's murder. I was there, but did
+not kill him."</p>
+
+<p>He then knelt down and joined in prayer. After prayer was over, he
+stood up, and stepped on the scaffold again, to have the fatal rope
+placed around his neck. While the rope was being adjusted, he prayed
+audibly, and his last words on earth were:</p>
+
+<p>"Sweet Jesus, take me to thyself. O, Lord, forgive me for all my
+sins;" and again, as the person who escorted him was tightening the
+rope, he said, "For God's sake don't choke me before I am hung." Then,
+when the black cap was drawn over his eyes, he seemed to know that in
+a few seconds he would be consigned to "that bourne from whence no
+traveler returns," and said, "Lord, have mercy on my soul."</p>
+
+<p>The words were scarcely uttered, when that which was, a few moments
+before, a stout, healthy man, was nothing but an inanimate form. As
+the "black cap" was about being put on him, Sarah Ann Weaver, the
+youngest daughter of the murdered man, Adam Weaver, made her
+appearance inside the square, and quite close to the scaffold. She
+asked Captain Goodwin and Major Wiles the privilege of adjusting the
+rope around his neck, but they would not grant it. She is a young
+woman of about seventeen years, rather prepossessing and intelligent
+looking. She stood there unmoved, while the body hung dangling between
+heaven and earth. She seemed to realize that the murderer of her
+father had now paid the penalty with his life. I asked her what she
+thought of the affair, and she curtly remarked: "He will never murder
+another man, I think." <span class="pagenum"><a id="page229" name="page229"></a>(p. 229)</span>After the body had remained about
+fifteen minutes swinging in the air, and surgeon Dorr pronounced life
+extinct, it was cut down and put in a coffin. The assemblage departed,
+some laughing, some crying, and some thinking of the fate of the
+deceased.</p>
+
+<h3>General A. J. Smith vs. Rusty Guns.</h3>
+
+<p>Last winter General Smith's head-quarters were on board the steamer
+Des Arc; he was in command of a division of Grant's army. One day, on
+a trip from Arkansas Post to Young's Point, there were on this boat
+three companies of a nameless regiment. Now it happened that these men
+had rather neglected to clean their guns, which the sharp eye of the
+old veteran soon discovered. It was in the morning of our third day
+out, the wind was blowing terribly, and the weather unusually cold,
+rendering it very unpleasant to remain long on the hurricane-roof,
+that the General came rushing into the cabin, where nearly all the
+officers were comfortably seated around a warm stove.</p>
+
+<p>"Captain," exclaimed the General, in no very mild tone, addressing
+himself to the commander of one of the aforesaid companies, "have you
+had an inspection of arms this morning?"</p>
+
+<p>"No, General," timidly replied the Captain, "I have not."</p>
+
+<p>"Have you held an inspection of your company at any time since the
+battle of Arkansas Post, sir?" sharply asked the General.</p>
+
+<p>"No, sir; the weather has been so unpleasant, and I thought I would
+let my men rest awhile," hesitatingly <span class="pagenum"><a id="page230" name="page230"></a>(p. 230)</span>replied the Captain,
+already nervous, through fear, that something disagreeable was about
+to turn up.</p>
+
+<p>"You thought you'd let them rest awhile? Indeed! The d&mdash;&mdash;l you did!
+Who pays you, sir, for permitting your men to lay and rot in idleness,
+while such important duties remain unattended to? What kind of
+condition are your arms in, now, to defend this boat, or even the
+lives of your own men, in case we should be attacked by the enemy this
+moment? What the d&mdash;&mdash;l are you in the service for, if you thus
+neglect your most important duty?" fairly yelled the old General. And
+then, starting menacingly toward the quaking captain, said he,
+imperatively:</p>
+
+<p>"Mount, sir, on that roof, this moment, and call your men instantly
+into line, that I may examine their arms."</p>
+
+<p>"And you," resumed he, turning to the lieutenants, who commanded the
+other companies, "are fully as delinquent as the captain. Sirs! I must
+see your men in line within ten minutes."</p>
+
+<p>It is scarcely necessary to state that the officers in question made
+the best of their time in drumming up their men, whom they found
+scattered in all parts of the boat. Finally, however, the companies
+referred to were duly paraded on the "hurricane," and an abridged form
+of inspection was gone through with. The General, finding their arms
+in bad condition, very naturally inflicted some severe talk,
+threatening condign punishment in case such neglect should be
+repeated.</p>
+
+<p>But during the time in which one of these companies was falling in,
+which operation was not executed with that degree of promptness, on
+the part of the <span class="pagenum"><a id="page231" name="page231"></a>(p. 231)</span>rank and file, satisfactory to the
+lieutenant commanding, that officer called out, in a most imploring
+strain, "Fall in, gentlemen! Fall in, lively, gentlemen!" That
+application of the word "gentlemen" fell upon the ear of General
+Smith, who, turning quickly around, hastily inquired:</p>
+
+<p>"Are you the lieutenant in command of that company, sir?" addressing
+the individual who had given the command in such a polite manner.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sir," replied the trembling subaltern.</p>
+
+<p>"Then, who the d&mdash;&mdash;l are you calling gentlemen?" cried the General.
+"I am an old soldier," continued he, approaching and looking more
+earnestly at the lieutenant, "but I must confess, sir, that I never
+before heard of the rank of gentleman in the army. Soldiers, sir, are
+<span class="smcap">ALL</span> supposed to be gentlemen, of course; but, hereafter, sir, when you
+address soldiers, remember to say soldiers, or men; let us have no
+more of this 'bowing and scraping' where it is your duty to command."</p>
+
+<p>Then, turning upon his heel, his eyes snapping with impatience, the
+old gentleman gave vent to the following words:</p>
+
+<p>"<span class="italic">Gentlemen! gentlemen, forsooth!</span> And <span class="italic">rusty guns! Umph!</span> The d&mdash;&mdash;l!
+I like that! Rusty guns! and gentlemen!"<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page232" name="page232"></a>(p. 232)</span><a id="chapter25" name="chapter25"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="25">XXV</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">A Trip into the Enemy's Country &mdash; The Rebels twice driven
+     back by General Steadman &mdash; Incidents of the Charge of the
+     1st Tennessee Cavalry, under Major Tracy &mdash; The 35th and 9th
+     Ohio in the Fight &mdash; Colonel Moody and the 74th Ohio &mdash;
+     Colonel Moody on the Battle-field.</p>
+
+<h3>A Trip into the Enemy's Country.</h3>
+
+<p class="left50 noindent smaller"><span class="smcap">Triune, Tennessee</span>,<br>
+  <span class="italic">March 8, 1863</span>.</p>
+
+<p>After a four-days' trip, without tents, we are once more in camp. Last
+Tuesday afternoon General Steadman ordered Colonel Bishop, of the 2d
+Minnesota, to take his regiment, a section of the 4th Regular Battery,
+under Lieutenant Stevenson, and six hundred of Johnson's 1st East
+Tennessee Cavalry, and proceed forthwith to Harpeth River.
+Anticipating a fight, I went with the detachment. As we passed through
+Nolinsville and Triune the few butternut inhabitants gazed with
+apparent envy at our well-clad soldiers. About nine o'clock at night
+we reached the river. Here the infantry bivouacked for the night; the
+artillery planted their pieces in eligible positions, while the
+cavalry crossed the river and commenced to search for rebel gentry who
+were supposed to be on short leave of absence at their homes. Quite a
+number of <span class="italic">citizen</span> soldiers were thus picked up. Major Tracy, of the
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page233" name="page233"></a>(p. 233)</span>cavalry, then proceeded, with a dozen men, to the residence
+of General Starnes, and surrounded it, hoping to find the General at
+home. But the bird had flown the day previous. The Major, however,
+being a <span class="italic">searching</span> man, and full of inquiry, looked under the beds,
+and in the closets, and asked who was up-stairs. "No one," was the
+reply, "but my brother, and he has never been in the army." Major
+Tracy took a candle, went up, saw the young man, and asked where the
+man had gone who had been in bed with him. The young man protested no
+one had been there, and Mrs. Starnes pledged her word, on the "<span class="italic">honor
+of a Southern lady</span>," that there was no one else in the house. But
+Tracy turned down the sheets, and, being a discerning man, discovered
+the imprint of another person in the bed, and, from the distance they
+had slept apart, he felt sure it was not a woman. So telling Mrs. S.
+he hadn't much faith in the honor of a Southern woman, under such
+circumstances, he thought he would take a peep through a dormer-window
+that projected from the roof; there, sure enough, sat Major Starnes, a
+son of the rebel general, in his shirt-tail, breeches and boots in
+hand, afraid to stir. It was a bitter cold night, and the poor fellow
+shook like an aspen leaf. He presented at once a pitiable yet
+ludicrous aspect. After collecting some twenty or thirty horses, they
+returned to their head-quarters, this side of the river. At night, not
+relishing the thought of sleeping on a rail, I had the good fortune of
+sharing a bed with Lieutenant Stevenson, who commanded the battery.</p>
+
+<p>As we anticipated, an early "<span class="italic">reveille of musketry</span>" awoke the party,
+and mounting my sorrel Rosenante, I <span class="pagenum"><a id="page234" name="page234"></a>(p. 234)</span>proceeded to investigate
+"why we do these things," or to learn what the <span class="italic">quarrel is all about</span>.
+Crossing the river, I caught up with Major Tracy just as he was
+returning from his expedition to General Starnes's house. It was about
+eight o'clock as we came in sight of College Grove, a little village
+about a mile beyond Harpeth River. Here we turned toward Triune, and
+had left College Grove half a mile to the rear, when we heard the
+rebels firing upon a few stragglers of the Tennessee Cavalry. Major
+Tracy promptly countermarched his battalion, which was in the rear,
+and double-quicked back to the school-house at the town, and within a
+hundred yards of the rebel cavalry, who were drawn up in a line, in
+the front and rear of some houses, on the right of the road. The
+Major, seeing they outnumbered him two to one, halted, and sent word
+back to Major Burkhardt to reinforce. He then formed a line of battle
+across the road, awaiting the other battalion. Just as it arrived,
+Major Tracy thought he saw signs of wavering in the rebel line, and
+immediately ordered Squadron E to "Forward, by platoons! Double-quick!
+Charge!" and galloping to the front, along with Lieutenant Thurman,
+away they go. The rebels waver, break, and now comes the chase. The
+Major gains upon their rear, and brings rebel No. 1 to the dust, by
+the aid of a Smith &amp; Wesson revolver. The Major, now wild with
+excitement, threw his cap in the air, and, hallooing for the boys to
+follow, continued the chase. The race was fully a three-mile heat, in
+which we captured fifty-nine rebels. Thirteen were <span class="italic">wounded by the
+saber</span>, four very severely. There were not more than fifteen or twenty
+of our men close on <span class="pagenum"><a id="page235" name="page235"></a>(p. 235)</span>their rear at one time, and as the
+rebels turned out on the road-side to surrender, the Tennessee boys
+never stopped to make sure of them, but yelled to them to drop their
+guns and dismount, and if they stirred before they returned, they
+would murder them. After going as far as the few thought it safe, they
+returned to camp, bringing the prisoners, horses, and various
+implements of warfare, "sich" as fine English shotguns and the like.</p>
+
+<p>This was certainly one of the most gallant affairs of the season, and
+may be considered among the most successful charges of the war; for,
+while not a man of ours was injured, fifty-nine rebels were taken, and
+I saw more saber cuts that day than any time since I have been with
+the army.</p>
+
+<p>At noon, General Steadman arrived with the 35th and 9th Ohio, together
+with another section of battery, under Lieutenant Smith, commanding
+Company I, 4th Regular Artillery, and the whole brigade moved at once
+across the river, and marched out in search of the enemy. We soon came
+upon their picket-fires, the pickets having skedaddled. We rested for
+the night at Riggs's Cross-roads, and continued the march in the
+morning. By nine o'clock we met the rebels, drawn up in line of
+battle, about a mile north of Chapel Hill. The Tennessee Cavalry were
+in the advance; General Steadman and staff occupied the crest of a
+hill, in full view of the rebels, and where we all could see the
+movements of the butternuts; the 9th Ohio arriving, was immediately
+deployed to the right, the 2d Minnesota and 35th Ohio and 87th Indiana
+to the left, the battery taking the center. The rebels, consisting of
+two thousand five <span class="pagenum"><a id="page236" name="page236"></a>(p. 236)</span>hundred of Van Dorn's forces, ran helter
+skelter through Chapel Hill, and turned to the left&mdash;the Tennessee
+Cavalry again proving their valor by sabering half a dozen of the 7th
+Alabamians. The rebels, as they retreated across Spring Creek, formed
+a line, and gave us a brisk little brush; but our men steadily
+advanced, driving them back, and, crossing the creek, were in their
+late camp. We skirmished and drove them some three miles beyond the
+river, and found we were within one mile of Duck River, eleven miles
+within and beyond their line. Not knowing what forces might come to
+their aid, the General did not further pursue them; but, on returning,
+we destroyed their camp, setting fire to all the houses and large
+sheds they had been using for shelter. A church, among the rest, was
+destroyed, as it had been used by rebel officers for head-quarters. On
+the return, a great many colored men, women, and children begged to be
+allowed to come with us.</p>
+
+<p>To-day, (the 8th,) Sabbath devotions were disturbed by General
+Steadman ordering the 35th Ohio and a section of battery, under
+Lieutenant Rodney, of the 4th Artillery, to feel the rebels at
+Harpeth; so again I thought I might catch an item, and went to the
+front. The impudent scamps had crossed, and were within four miles of
+our camp. The Tennessee Cavalry drove them back across the river. The
+rebels occupied a hill on the opposite side, adjoining the residence
+of Doctor Webb. After several little brushes by cavalry, our artillery
+opened upon the line formed by two thousand six hundred rebels, under
+Patterson and Roddy, of Van Dorn's division, who were supported by two
+regiments of infantry. They stood but two rounds from the <span class="pagenum"><a id="page237" name="page237"></a>(p. 237)</span>
+Napoleons, before moving off in disorder. Our line advanced, when,
+much to our astonishment, the rebels opened up a battery from in front
+of Doctor Webb's house, which was sharply replied to by Lieutenant
+Rodney, who sent his compliments to the "gay and festive cusses,"
+inclosed in a twelve-pounder, and directed to Doctor Webb's house; it
+was safely <span class="italic">delivered</span>, as we saw it <span class="italic">enter the house</span>. Again their
+four-pounder belched forth, and one of their shots fell directly in
+front of the 35th Ohio ambulance, but luckily it did not burst. After
+holding our position four hours, and driving the rebels back to their
+dens, we returned to camp.</p>
+
+<h3>Colonel Moody and the 74th Ohio.</h3>
+
+<p>In the fight at Murfreesboro, General Rosecrans said the 74th Ohio
+behaved nobly. After General McCook's right had been turned, the whole
+rebel force came against General Negley's division, to which this
+regiment belongs. After the 37th Indiana had retired, it being
+terribly cut up, the 74th was ordered to take its place amid such a
+shower of shot and shell as has scarcely fallen during the war.</p>
+
+<p>This regiment did not leave its position until an order came from
+Colonel Miller, commanding the brigade; then, slowly and stubbornly,
+it came from that well-fought field, leaving many of its members, "who
+never shall fight again," dead upon it. On the Friday following that
+bloody Wednesday, they were "in at the death," in the triumphant
+charge of our left. Its commander, Colonel Moody, is "the fighting
+Parson" of the Cumberland Army. Calmly and steadily he led <span class="pagenum"><a id="page238" name="page238"></a>(p. 238)</span>
+his men into the seven-times heated furnace of battle, and,</p>
+
+<p class="poem30"><span class="min05em">"As</span> the battle din,<br>
+  Came rolling in,</p>
+
+<p class="noindent">his voice of cheer and encouragement was heard above its roar. Just
+before they came into the whizzing storm, he said: "Say your prayers,
+my boys, and give them your bullets as fast as you can." A conspicuous
+mark, he was struck by balls in three places, and his horse shot from
+under him; but he took no notice of the hits. Once, during the
+thickest of the fight, he rode along the line, and was cheered by his
+men even in the roar of battle.</p>
+
+<p>Side by side with Colonel Moody rode, during both battles, the gallant
+Major Bell, the new field-officer of this regiment. Ohio's 74th is
+justly proud that she has the experience of a gray-headed Colonel
+united with the "dash" of a young Major. This regiment has won for
+itself a place among the "crack" regiments of our army; and General
+Rosecrans told it to-day that he would have to call it "the fighting
+regiment."</p>
+
+<h3>Colonel Moody on the Battle-field.</h3>
+
+<p>The Ohio <span class="italic">Statesman</span>, speaking of Colonel Moody at the late battle at
+Murfreesboro, has the following:</p>
+
+<p>"Colonel Moody has been so long accustomed to 'charge home' upon the
+rebellious 'hosts of sin,' from the pulpit, that he finds himself in
+no uncongenial position in charging bayonet upon the rebellious hosts
+of Davis and the Devil upon the battle-field. And, as in the former
+position he ever acquitted himself right <span class="pagenum"><a id="page239" name="page239"></a>(p. 239)</span>valiantly, so, in
+this latter position, he is equally heroic and unconquerable.</p>
+
+<p>"His escape from death in the late fight was so wonderful as to seem
+clearly Providential. His friends and members of his church in
+Cincinnati had presented him with a pair of handsome revolvers. One of
+these he wore in the breast of his coat during the fight. A
+partially-spent Minié-ball had struck him on the breast, pierced his
+coat, and, striking the butt of his pistol, splintered it to pieces
+directly over his heart, <span class="italic">but went no further</span>. The stroke was so
+violent as to hurl him from his horse by the concussion, and he lay,
+for a moment, insensible. Consciousness soon returned, and, mounting
+his horse, he raged on through the battle like an enraged lion. He won
+the most hearty congratulations from General Rosecrans himself. So
+much for having one's life saved by a <span class="italic">bosom</span> friend."<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page240" name="page240"></a>(p. 240)</span><a id="chapter26" name="chapter26"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="26">XXVI</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">A Wedding in the Army &mdash; A Bill of Fare in Camp &mdash; Dishonest
+     Female Reb &mdash; Private Cupp &mdash; To the 13th Ohio.</p>
+
+<h3>A Wedding in the Army,</h3>
+
+<p>And, as it is from the pen of the worthy Chaplain, J. H. Lozier, it is
+perfectly reliable.</p>
+
+<p>About as pleasant and romantic a wedding as anybody ever saw, lately
+took place in this department. Immediately after the battle, a soldier
+of the 15th Indiana took sick, from exposure in the fight, and was
+taken to Hospital No. 5. Among the attendants there was a pretty
+little "Yankee girl," whose charms occasioned an affliction of the
+heart which baffled the skill of all the doctors, and they were
+compelled to call for the services of the chaplain.</p>
+
+<p>There are obstructions in "the course of true love," even in
+Tennessee, and one of these was the difficulty of procuring "the
+papers," as there was no clerk's office in the county, or, at least,
+no clerk to attend to the office. Again were the resources of the
+General commanding brought into requisition, and again did he prove
+himself "equal to the emergency." The following document, authorized
+by General Rosecrans, dictated by General Garfield, and promulgated by
+Major <span class="pagenum"><a id="page241" name="page241"></a>(p. 241)</span>Wiles, shows how men get licenses to marry in those
+counties in this department where martial law alone exists:</p>
+
+<div class="p2 quote">
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">State of Tennessee</span>,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Rutherford County.</span>
+<span class="addtop03em italic">Greeting:</span>
+</p>
+
+<p class="noindent italic">To any person empowered by law to perform marriage in
+     Tennessee:</p>
+
+<p>You are hereby authorized to join together in marriage
+     Joseph A. Hamilton and Francillia L. Bean, and this shall be
+     your authority for so doing.</p>
+
+<p>Witness my hand and official seal of the
+Provost-Marshal-General, Department of the Cumberland.</p>
+
+<p class="floatleft"><a id="img009" name="img009"></a>
+<img src="images/img009.jpg" width="80" height="61" alt="Seal: L. S." title=""></p>
+<p class="left50">WILLIAM M. WILES,<br>
+  Major 44th Indiana, and Provost-Marshal-General,<br>
+  Department of the Cumberland.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="p2 quote">
+<p class="noindent"><span class="smcap">State of Tennessee</span>,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Rutherford County.</span></p>
+
+<p>Be it remembered that, on this 12th day of May, A. D. 1863,
+     personally appeared before me, Major William M. Wiles,
+     Provost-Marshal-General, Department of the Cumberland, one
+     W. T. Mendenhall, Assistant Surgeon of Hospital No. 5, of
+     lawful age, who, being duly sworn, on oath says that he is
+     acquainted with Joseph A. Hamilton and Francillia L. Bean;
+     that said parties are of legal age to marry, without the
+     consent of their parents or guardians, and that he knows of
+     no lawful reason why said parties should not marry.</p>
+
+<p>[Signed] <span class="add12em">W. T. MENDENHALL.</span><br>
+  Subscribed and sworn to this 12th day of May, A. D. 1863.</p>
+
+<p class="floatleft">
+<img src="images/img009.jpg" width="80" height="61" alt="Seal: L. S." title=""></p>
+<p class="left50">WILLIAM M. WILES,<br>
+  Major and Provost-Marshal-General, Department of<br>
+  the Cumberland.</p>
+</div>
+
+<div class="p2 quote">
+<p>Now, therefore, I, William M. Wiles, Major of 44th Indiana Volunteers,
+and Provost-Marshal-General, Department of the Cumberland, in
+consideration of the fact that this county has been placed under
+military law, and civil courts and laws, with their officers, are not
+in existence, do empower John Hogarth Lozier, a regularly ordained
+minister of the Methodist Episcopal Church, and Chaplain <span class="pagenum"><a id="page242" name="page242"></a>(p. 242)</span>of
+the 37th Regiment of Indiana Volunteers, to join in <span class="italic">Holy Matrimony</span>
+the above-named parties, and this shall be his full and proper
+authority for so doing.</p>
+
+<p>Given this 12th day of May, A. D., 1863. Witness my hand and seal, the
+day and year above mentioned,</p>
+
+<p class="floatleft">
+<img src="images/img009.jpg" width="80" height="61" alt="Seal: L. S." title=""></p>
+<p class="left50">W. M. WILES,<br>
+  Major and Provost-Marshal-General, Department of<br>
+  the Cumberland.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>Accordingly the happy pair, together with a large concourse of
+officers and soldiers, and a delightful sprinkling of pretty Northern
+belles, met on the battle-field, in a grove on the banks of Stone
+River, on the precise spot where the bridegroom, with his regiment,
+the noble 15th Indiana, fought on the memorable 31st of December. A
+large, flat rock stood up prominently, and upon this the bride and
+groom, with their attendants, and the chaplain, took their position,
+while an eager throng gathered around to witness the interesting
+ceremony. After announcing the "license," as above given, the chaplain
+asked the usual questions as to "objections." There was a moment's
+silence, in which, if any man had dared to object, he would have done
+so at the peril of an immediate "plunging bath" in Stone River, for
+the boys were determined to see the ceremony completed. The chaplain
+then proceeded, in solemn and impressive tones, to perform the
+ceremony, at the conclusion of which they dropped upon their knees,
+and a solemn invocation being uttered, they arose, and having
+pronounced them husband and wife, he introduced them to the audience.
+Then followed a rare scene of unrestrained social enjoyment. The
+mingling of shoulder-straps with plain "high-privates," and of "stars"
+with "stripes," was truly refreshing. We observed three <span class="pagenum"><a id="page243" name="page243"></a>(p. 243)</span>
+Major-Generals, McCook, Crittenden, and Johnson, besides any amount of
+"lesser lights," among the crowd.</p>
+
+<p>I see, by a late Chattanooga <span class="italic">Rebel</span>, that the editor of that
+"delectable sheet" is in grief because he has been told that Miss
+Fannie Jorden, who resides near our camp, is about to marry Captain
+Kirk, of General Steadman's staff. The <span class="italic">Rebel</span> says: "We are sorry to
+hear that the niece of the gallant Colonel Rayne has so far forgotten
+herself as to engage to marry one of the 'Lincoln horde.'"</p>
+
+<p>We have had the pleasure of meeting Miss Fannie upon several
+occasions. She is a very nice young lady, and is not aware of any such
+engagement. Captain Kirk is pretty good-looking; but, we rather guess
+he is not on the right side of Jorden this time. If the young lady
+marries, 'tis more likely she will emigrate to Minnesota than Ohio. We
+sincerely hope our neighbor of the <span class="italic">Rebel</span> will not have cause to
+"come to grief." He had better mind his own business, and let the
+soldiers here attend to the "Union" unmolested.</p>
+
+<p>A strange family feud, quite "Corsican" in its character, came to
+light some time ago, while we were at Cunningham's Ford.</p>
+
+<p>There were two families, Bently by name, residing there. These
+brothers had not spoken to each other for forty years. They nor their
+families have had any intercourse whatever; never recognizing each
+other, though they had resided side by side, farms adjoining. One
+could not go to church, or meeting of any kind, or to town, without
+passing his brother. While we were there, the elder brother died, and
+he was buried by his children. The other family knew nothing of it,
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page244" name="page244"></a>(p. 244)</span>until told by our soldiers. The cause of the estrangement
+was, that, in dividing the land left them, more than forty years ago,
+one claimed the line was drawn some ten feet too far south, thus
+losing to the other about six acres of ground, the value, at that
+time, being about twenty-five cents per acre. This feud is now an
+inheritance, we suppose, to be handed down forever. Can't you send out
+a missionary?</p>
+
+<p>Those who can afford it are now enjoying in camp all the luxuries of
+the season. I received an invitation to dine out yesterday. The
+following bill of fare was partaken of in a beautiful arbor:</p>
+
+<div class="quote">
+<p class="center">BILL OF FARE.</p>
+<p class="center">Mock Turtle Soup.</p>
+
+<ul>
+<li class="col10">Turkey.
+<span class="col60">Roast Beef.</span></li>
+<li class="col10">Ham and Eggs.
+<span class="col60">Roast Mutton, with Currant Jelly.</span></li>
+<li class="col10">Radishes. Lettuce.
+<span class="col60">Onions and Potatoes.</span></li>
+<li class="col10">Custard. Lemon Pies.
+<span class="col60">Pound Cake. Jellies.</span></li>
+</ul>
+
+<p>The whole concluding with elegant "Mint Juleps," with straws
+     in them.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>In the 1st Brigade, under Colonel Connell, each company has a large
+brick cooking-range erected, and their system is really worthy of
+emulation. This entire division is supplied with fine fresh bread
+every day. The division baker has three Cincinnati bake-ovens, from
+which he turns out from three to five hundred loaves a day, besides
+pies innumerable. It is under the foremanship of Mr. John Wakely, a
+well-known Cincinnati baker. This arrangement is a great saving to the
+Government in the way of transportation, etc.</p>
+
+<p>I heard a first-rate story, which, although it did not occur in this
+division, is too good to lose. A private <span class="pagenum"><a id="page245" name="page245"></a>(p. 245)</span>soldier, named
+Cupp, who is a German, belonging to the 1st Missouri Cavalry, and now
+one of the body-guard of General Granger, was out to the front a few
+days ago, and seeing a "stray rebel," "made for him." The chase
+commenced&mdash;away went Mr. Reb and Cupp. Having the fleetest horse, Cupp
+gained upon him rapidly, crying, "Halt! halt! halt!" every leap his
+horse would make. But the rebel, bent on getting away, heeded not the
+call. At length the Dutchman reached his rear, and, swinging his saber
+heavily over his head, charged the rebel, and brought him to a "<span class="italic">dead
+stand</span>."</p>
+
+<p>"Ah ha!" said the now excited Cupp, "how you vass all de viles? D&mdash;&mdash;n
+you, anoder time I hollers halt I speck you stop a leetle, unt not try
+to fool mit me so long, you d&mdash;&mdash;d rebel."</p>
+
+<h3>Dishonest Female Reb.</h3>
+
+<p>A rebel sympathizer and his wife, a cross-eyed specimen of the <span class="italic">genus
+homo</span>, came within our lines and delivered themselves up, to be where
+they could get something to eat. Captain Parshall, of the 35th Ohio,
+being Provost-Marshal of Triune, and supposing them honest refugees,
+endeavored to secure comfortable quarters for the woman at the house
+of Dr. Williams. Dr. Williams is a stanch Union man, and willing to do
+all in his power for suffering humanity. The Doctor told the Captain
+that the lady was welcome, but that his wife was away from home.</p>
+
+<p>Captain Parshall had kindly provided quarters for the husband who, as
+he was about going, gazed <span class="pagenum"><a id="page246" name="page246"></a>(p. 246)</span>cautiously around, and eyed the
+Doctor from head to foot, then looked at the woman with an
+"affectionate" stare, and, with a long-drawn sigh, exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"Well, Doctor, I guess I'll risk her with you."</p>
+
+<p>In about an hour the Captain was startled with the sudden appearance
+of Doctor Williams, much excited, who begged that he would have that
+woman taken away, right off, as she was a thief.</p>
+
+<p>The Captain went over immediately, and interrogated the woman, but she
+stoutly denied the charge. The Captain, however, noticed a very heavy
+bust where a bust shouldn't be with so hatchet-faced a woman, and
+asked her what she had in her bosom.</p>
+
+<p>She replied, that was common with her "every grass;" but the Captain
+"couldn't see it," and indelicately placed his masculine fingers
+within the sacred precincts, and drew forth two children's dresses,
+one from each side; finding she was fairly caught, she begged for
+mercy; said she didn't know what "possessed her," and declared that
+was all she had. The Captain told her he would have to hang her if she
+didn't deliver up every thing. She became frightened, and then
+commenced the peeling of petticoats, shawls, chemises, pillow-slips,
+etc., much to the amusement and contempt of all honest people.</p>
+
+<p>Suffice it to say, the woman, with her husband, was sent back to
+Dixie, to feed upon corn-bread and water, as the Union people of this
+neighborhood didn't wish to be contaminated by such trash.</p>
+
+<p>The Doctor's wife has since returned. She told me the story, and
+declares she won't leave the Doctor to keep house any more, as she
+won't trust him alone.</p>
+
+<h3 class="smaller"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page247" name="page247"></a>(p. 247)</span>To the Thirteenth Ohio.<br>
+<span class="normal">by Martha M. Thomas.</span></h3>
+
+<p class="poem30">Our Fathers House is threatened, boys!<br>
+<span class="add1em">The Union, grand and free,</span><br>
+  Has warmed an adder in its heart<br>
+<span class="add1em">That saps its great roof-tree.</span><br>
+  We've sworn to hold it pure, boys&mdash;<br>
+<span class="add1em">A first love's holy shrine;</span><br>
+  A home for all the homeless, boys,<br>
+<span class="add1em">For "auld lang syne."</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">Its foemen are our brothers, boys;<br>
+<span class="add1em">But still we must not falter;</span><br>
+  Though dear to us those who offend,<br>
+<span class="add1em">They must die by lead or halter.</span><br>
+  Our Father's House is ours in trust,<br>
+<span class="add1em">From Washington's own line;</span><br>
+  The Union knows no Pleiad lost<br>
+<span class="add1em">For "auld lang syne."</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">The rafters of the old house, boys,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Must never know pollution;</span><br>
+  Its cement was our father's blood,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Its roof the Constitution;</span><br>
+  And though, like prodigals astray,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Its sons eat husks with swine,</span><br>
+  And feel the rod, we'll kill the calf,<br>
+<span class="add1em">For "auld lang syne."</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">Then let the bugle sound, my boys<br>
+<span class="add1em">And forward to the strife;</span><br>
+  We'll thrash our rebel brothers well,<br>
+<span class="add1em">E'en though it cost our life.</span><br>
+  And when we've whipped them into grace<br>
+<span class="add1em">And made each dim star shine,</span><br>
+  We'll open wide our Father's door,<br>
+<span class="add1em">For "auld lang syne."</span><a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page248" name="page248"></a>(p. 248)</span><a id="chapter27" name="chapter27"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="27">XXVII</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">The Oath &mdash; A Conservative Darkey's Opinion of Yankees &mdash;
+     Visit to the Graves of Ohio and Indiana Boys &mdash; Trip from
+     Murfreesboro to Louisville &mdash; Nashville Convalescents &mdash; A
+     Death in the Hospital &mdash; Henry Lovie Captured.</p>
+
+<h3 class="smaller">The Oath.<br>
+<span class="normal">BY THOMAS BUCHANAN READ.</span></h3>
+
+<p class="center smaller noindent"><span class="smcap">Hamlet</span>&mdash;Swear on my sword.<br>
+<span class="smcap">Ghost</span> (below)&mdash;<span class="italic">Swear!</span>&mdash;[<span class="italic">Shakspeare.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">Ye freemen, how long will ye stifle<br>
+<span class="add1em">The vengeance that justice inspires?</span><br>
+  With treason how long will you trifle,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And shame the proud name of your sires?</span><br>
+  Out, out with the sword and the rifle,<br>
+<span class="add1em">In defense of your homes and your fires.</span><br>
+  The flag of the old Revolution<br>
+<span class="add1em">Swear firmly to serve and uphold,</span><br>
+  That no treasonous breath of pollution<br>
+<span class="add1em">Shall tarnish one star on its fold.</span><br>
+<span class="add6em">Swear!</span><br>
+  And hark, the deep voices replying<br>
+  From graves where your fathers are lying,<br>
+<span class="add5em">"<span class="italic">Swear, O, swear!</span>"</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">In this moment who hesitates, barters<br>
+<span class="add1em">The rights which his forefathers won,</span><br>
+  He forfeits all claim to the charters<br>
+<span class="add1em">Transmitted from sire to son.</span><br>
+  <span class="pagenum"><a id="page249" name="page249"></a>(p. 249)</span>Kneel, kneel at the graves of our martyrs,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And swear on your sword and your gun:</span><br>
+  Lay up your great oath on an altar<br>
+<span class="add1em">As huge and as strong as Stonehenge,</span><br>
+  And then with sword, fire, and halter,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Sweep down to the field of revenge.</span><br>
+<span class="add6em">Swear!</span><br>
+  And hark, the deep voices replying<br>
+  From graves where your fathers are lying,<br>
+<span class="add5em">"<span class="italic">Swear, O, swear!</span>"</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">By the tombs of your sires and brothers,<br>
+<span class="add1em">The host which the traitors have slain;</span><br>
+  By the tears of your sisters and mothers,<br>
+<span class="add1em">In secret concealing their pain</span><br>
+  The grief which the heroine smothers,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Consuming the heart and the brain</span><br>
+  By the sigh of the penniless widow,<br>
+<span class="add1em">By the sob of her orphans' despair,</span><br>
+  Where they sit in their sorrowful shadow,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Kneel, kneel, every freeman, and swear;</span><br>
+ <span class="add6em">Swear!</span><br>
+  And hark, the deep voices replying<br>
+  From graves where your fathers are lying,<br>
+<span class="add5em">"<span class="italic">Swear, O, swear!</span>"</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">On mounds which are wet with the weeping<br>
+<span class="add1em">Where a nation has bowed to the sod,</span><br>
+  Where the noblest of martyrs are sleeping,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Let the winds bear your vengeance abroad,</span><br>
+  And your firm oaths be held in the keeping<br>
+<span class="add1em">Of your patriot hearts and your God.</span><br>
+  Over Ellsworth, for whom the first tear rose,<br>
+<span class="add1em">While to Baker and Lyon you look;</span><br>
+  By Winthrop, a star among heroes,<br>
+<span class="add1em">By the blood of our murdered McCook,</span><br>
+<span class="add6em">Swear!</span><br>
+  And hark, the deep voices replying<br>
+  From graves where your fathers are lying,<br>
+<span class="add5em">"<span class="italic">Swear, O, swear!</span>"</span></p>
+
+<h3><span class="pagenum"><a id="page250" name="page250"></a>(p. 250)</span>A Conservative Darkey's Opinion of Yankees.</h3>
+
+<p>There was a large Union meeting in Nashville, and an old house-servant
+of one of the most aristocratic rebel families, who hates
+"Lincolnites" and "poor white trash" as heartily as Jeff Davis does,
+was walking slowly along the square as the grand procession was
+forming. Soldiers were moving about in great numbers, the cavalry
+galloping to and fro, regiments were forming to the sound of lively
+music, citizens and visitors thronged the sidewalks, children ran
+about with banners, and thousands of flags fluttered like fragments of
+rainbows, from the various buildings. The conservative contraband
+paced slowly along, rolling his distended eyes in all directions,
+apparently overwhelmed by the exhibition and bustle around him.
+Approaching our friend, he exclaimed:</p>
+
+<p>"My God! what are we Southern folks coming to? Massa said, a year ago,
+dat de Yankees done gone away forever. Now dey is swarmin' about
+thicker dan locusses. Dey runs dere boats on our ribber; dey is
+pressin' all our niggers; dey lib in our houses; dey drivin' our
+wagons, and ringin' our bells; dey 'fisticatin' our property; dey
+eatin' up our meat and corn; dey done killed up mose all of our men;
+and, 'fore God, I spec dey are gwine to marry all our widders!"</p>
+
+<p>And, heaving a deep groan from the bottom of his continental
+waistcoat, he shook his head in sadness, and passed slowly onward, to
+the joyful chimes of the church-bells and the soul-stirring strains of
+"Yankee Doodle."</p>
+
+<h3><span class="pagenum"><a id="page251" name="page251"></a>(p. 251)</span>Visit to the Graves of Ohio and Indiana Boys.</h3>
+
+<p>Traversing the field of battle, near Murfreesboro, a few days after
+the rebel defeat, I could but contrast, in my mind, the terrible quiet
+with the terrific din and roar of battle of which it was the late
+scene.</p>
+
+<p>The <span class="italic">debris</span> of battle is strewn for miles and miles. Thousands upon
+thousands of cannon-balls and shell lie upon the field. The woods
+present the appearance of having been visited by a tornado, and here
+and there a pool of blood marks the place where some devoted hero has
+rendered up his life.</p>
+
+<p>The heavy cedar wood is nearly three miles from Murfreesboro, to the
+right of the pike, going south. The rocks bear evidence of the
+struggle, for thousands of bullet and shell traces may be seen. The
+smaller branches of trees are cut as if a severe hail-storm had
+visited the spot. Let us dismount and read the names of those soldiers
+who fell here. They have been given a soldier's funeral. Ah! the names
+here denote this as a part of the gallant Rousseau's division; for on
+rough pieces of board we read: W. McCartin, Hamilton, Ohio, Company F,
+3d Ohio; F. Burley, Hamilton; John Motram, Company I, Cardington,
+Ohio; H. K. Bennett, Company A, 3d Ohio; M. Neer, Company D, 3d Ohio.
+And close beside, a brother Indiana soldier sleeps&mdash;Joseph Guest, 42d
+Indiana.</p>
+
+<p>Just across the pike, on the left going south, is the grave of A.
+Hardy, 6th Ohio; and opposite this is the spot where Lieutenant
+Foster, of the noble 6th, yielded up his life, and was buried. Close
+by is a log house, perforated with shot and shell. Here some of our
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page252" name="page252"></a>(p. 252)</span>wounded sought shelter during the storm of iron hail, but
+were mercilessly driven out by the shot poured into their intended
+refuge. To the left of this house are numerous graves. Among them,
+Francis Kiggins, Company K, H. Borrien, Company H, W. Keller, Company
+H, all of the 24th Ohio; Alf Goodman, 58th Indiana; Noah Miller, 58th
+Indiana; E. D. Tuttles, Company B, C. McElvain, Company A, Levi
+Colwright, James Wright, C. A. McDowell, Company K; J. B. Naylor, H.
+Lockmeyer, A. B. Endicott, Company A; J. Cunningham, E. Skito, J.
+Reavis, H. Cure, Company D, all of the 58th Indiana.</p>
+
+<p>Near this the 26th Ohio lost John Tagg, John Karn, F. Singer, and
+Charles Bartholomew; Mark E. Rakes, of the 88th Indiana, and George
+Kumler and William Ogg, of the 93d Ohio, are buried here, together
+with John Van Waggoner and Lieutenant Black, of the 58th Indiana. And
+still further to the left, along the Chattanooga Railroad, are the
+remains of Elias M. Scott, 82d Indiana; near this, but across the
+road, on the skirt of a wood, are Sergeants Potter and Puttenry, of
+the 24th Ohio, Henry Allen, of the 65th Ohio, and Frank Nitty, of the
+58th Indiana. Continuing our course to the left, just crossing a
+dirt-road leading toward Murfreesboro, upon a little knoll, are the
+ruins of a once handsome mansion. Behind an upright Southern
+timber-fence, just back of the still-standing negro-quarters, there is
+a beautiful cluster of prairie-roses in full leaf. The waving
+branches, as they bend to the right, cover the graves of three
+Cincinnati boys, two of whom I knew intimately. Go ask their comrades,
+and they will bear willing evidence to the chivalrous bearing of the
+two <span class="pagenum"><a id="page253" name="page253"></a>(p. 253)</span>noble youths, Ally Rockenfield and little Dave Medary.
+Beside them is the grave of W. S. Shaw, whom I did not know
+personally. I am told he died while bravely doing his whole duty. The
+branches of the same friendly rose-bush, bending to the left, cover
+the graves of Captain Weller, Lieutenant Harmon, and Major Terry; all
+of the 24th Ohio, forming a beautiful emblem of the unity of those two
+splendid regiments, the 6th and 24th. Continuing still further to the
+left, we cross Stone River, where our forces did such good fighting
+under Crittenden. Just after crossing this stream, upon the first
+knoll, beneath a large oak, are the remains of Sergeant Jacob
+McGillen, of Hamilton. He belonged to the 69th Ohio. An incident in
+regard to this noble youth was told me by a gentleman who knew him
+well. When that noble man, William Beckett, of Hamilton, was doing all
+in his power to assist in raising the 69th Regiment, a number of the
+"<span class="italic">Southern Rights</span>" sympathizers tried to dissuade McGillen from
+joining&mdash;bidding him to hold off until substitutes were called for,
+and then, if he would go, they would buy him. He, however, spurned
+their base offers, and enlisted; and, when crossing the river amid the
+leaden hail, he received a bullet in his arm; he hastily tied up the
+wound, and, though weakened from loss of blood, rejoined his command,
+and the second ball piercing his breast, he fell. Nearly opposite his
+resting place lies Captain Chandler, of the 19th Illinois.</p>
+
+<p>I have been told, by those high in command, that more <span class="italic">individual
+prowess</span> was manifested upon this battle-field than any during the
+war. There were more hand-to-hand encounters, more desperate
+fighting&mdash;men <span class="pagenum"><a id="page254" name="page254"></a>(p. 254)</span>selling their lives as dearly as possible. As
+to their General, there is but one acclamation: General Rosecrans has
+endeared himself to the whole army; they love him as a child should
+love its father; and all are satisfied that, had it not been for the
+surprise upon the right, and Johnson's defeat, the battle would have
+ended with the total annihilation of the Southern army.</p>
+
+<h3>Nashville Convalescents&mdash;A Death in the Hospital.</h3>
+
+<p>On my way back to Nashville I called at the different hospitals, and
+saw quite a number of the wounded. The surgeons were doing all they
+could toward sending them home. Doctor Ames and Doctor Stevens, of the
+6th Ohio, in fact, all the surgeons seemed assiduous in their
+attentions to the wounded. As a matter of course, many thought they
+were neglected; but there were so many to be attended to.</p>
+
+<p>I met Major Frank Cahill. He told me he had six thousand convalescents
+under his charge at Nashville.</p>
+
+<p>General Mitchell was kept very busy, although but few passes were
+given to any going South; but Lieutenant Osgood, his chief business
+man, was up night and day, ready, at all times, to expedite those
+going in search of the wounded Union soldiers. Lieutenant Osgood
+certainly did more business in one day than many men, who are called
+fast, could do in a week. To know that he did his duty, I will state
+that Secessionists hated him, and Union men spoke in high terms of
+him.</p>
+
+<p>A young lad, who had been sick for a long time, died; his name was
+William Stokes, and his home was near Dayton, Ohio. The boy had been
+honorably discharged, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page255" name="page255"></a>(p. 255)</span>but there were no blanks, and <span class="italic">red
+tape</span> forbids a surgeon, no matter how high his position, to grant the
+final discharge without the blank forms. For five weeks this poor
+home-sick boy, only eighteen years of age, worried along, continually
+speaking of his mother and home; but the inexorable law kept him there
+to die.</p>
+
+<h3>Henry Lovie Captured.</h3>
+
+<p>At Bowling Green I met Henry Lovie, the artist; he had been grossly
+abused by a party of a dozen butternuts, at a little town called
+"Cromwell," (what's in a name?) They accused him of being a
+nigger-thief&mdash;a d&mdash;&mdash;d Abolitionist, and were sworn to hang him. His
+servant, however, happened to have his free papers, and Lovie,
+exhibiting to them passes from McClellan, Rosecrans, and other "high
+old names," they were disposed to cave a little. "Our traveling
+artist" for Frank Leslie took a horse for self and one for servant,
+riding twenty-eight miles, fearing the butternuts might receive
+reinforcements, and reached Bowling Green by early dawn, through mud,
+slush, snow, and rain. Lovie wants to enlist a company to go and take
+"Cromwell," and requested me to see Tom Jones &amp; Co. in regard to the
+matter.<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page256" name="page256"></a>(p. 256)</span><a id="chapter28" name="chapter28"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="28">XXVIII</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">General Steadman superseded by General Schofield, of
+     Missouri &mdash; Colonel Brownlow's Regiment &mdash; His Bravery &mdash; A
+     Rebel Officer Killed by a Woman &mdash; Discontent in East
+     Tennessee &mdash; Picket Duty and Its Dangers &mdash; A Gallant Deed
+     and a Chivalrous Return.</p>
+
+<p class="left50 noindent smaller"><span class="smcap">Camp near Triune, Tennessee</span>,<br>
+<span class="italic">April 24, 1862</span>.</p>
+
+<p>I arrived in camp day before yesterday, and immediately reported for
+duty.</p>
+
+<p>Last night General Schofield took command of this division, General
+Steadman having been assigned to the Second Brigade. General Schofield
+comes to us with the highest recommendations for gallant daring, and
+his appearance among the boys was the signal for a neat ovation. He
+was serenaded by a crowd of singers, and, upon the conclusion of a
+patriotic song, he came to the front of his head-quarters and made a
+telling speech, which was enthusiastically received by his command.
+General Steadman being called for responded, regretting to part with
+his old command, but rejoicing that he had been superseded by a
+gentleman and a soldier so worthy of the position that had been
+assigned him. General Steadman assured the General that he had as fine
+a set of soldiers as were to be found in the Army of the Cumberland;
+men who had <span class="pagenum"><a id="page257" name="page257"></a>(p. 257)</span>been tried and never found wanting; men whom he
+assured General Schofield would go wherever ordered, and against any
+foe. After the adjournment of the public demonstration, the two
+generals, with their staffs, were handsomely entertained by Captain
+Roper, where song, sentiment, and recitation were the order of the
+evening&mdash;Colonel George, Colonel Vandeveer, Colonel Long, and other
+notables being among the guests.</p>
+
+<p>While thus enjoying ourselves, the General received a telegraphic
+dispatch from head-quarters, announcing the capture of McMinnville by
+our forces.</p>
+
+<p>The command of the Third Division, we feel confident, is in vigilant
+hands. Brigadier-General Schofield has heretofore proved his
+efficiency in Missouri. His staff consists of Major J. A. Campbell, A.
+A. S.; W. M. Wherry, Aid-de-camp; A. H. Engle, Aid-de-camp and Judge
+Advocate; Captain Kirk, Quarter-master; Captain Roper, Commissary;
+Captain Budd, Inspector of Division, and Doctor Gordon, Medical
+Director.</p>
+
+<p>The East Tennessee Cavalry still continue to prove their gallantry. I
+spent a pleasant afternoon with them yesterday, and paid a visit to
+their hospital. I saw six of the noble fellows who were wounded in a
+late fight. About ten days ago, Colonel Brownlow, a regular "chip of
+the old block," took a part of the regiment out some twelve miles from
+camp, toward Duck River, and, coming upon a large party of secesh,
+gave them a "taste of his quality." A short time after, the Colonel,
+with nine of his men, became detached from the main body, and found
+themselves completely surrounded by the rebels, and were within thirty
+yards of the foe, who ordered the Colonel to surrender. A moment's
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page258" name="page258"></a>(p. 258)</span>parley with his men, and the Colonel, with the boys, rode
+toward the rebels, and, with a few adjectives, quite <span class="italic">unparliamentary</span>
+to ears polite, much to their surprise, dashed through their line.
+This audacity saved them; for, before they had time to recover from
+their surprise, Brownlow and his men were beyond their reach. I was
+told, by one of the prisoners, that, at one time, twenty rebels were
+firing at that "little cuss in the blue jacket," as they called the
+Colonel, during the day's performance. Several splendid charges were
+made by these Tennesseeans.</p>
+
+<p>James Mysinger, of Company I, from Green County, after being mortally
+wounded&mdash;the noble fellow&mdash;fired three shots. The Colonel dismounted
+to assist the dying soldier, who, with tears in his eyes, said:</p>
+
+<p>"Colonel, I've only one regret&mdash;that I am not spared to kill more of
+those wretched traitors. Tell me, Colonel," continued he, "have I not
+always obeyed orders?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, Mysinger, you are a noble fellow, and have always done your
+duty," said the Colonel, patting him on the cheek, and brushing the
+cold sweat from his brow.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, Colonel," said he, "I am ready to die."</p>
+
+<p>Oliver Miller, Company C, received a severe wound in the arm. He is
+only seventeen years of age. John Harris received three balls. Robert
+Adair was wounded in the head. William Riddle was completely
+<span class="italic">riddled</span>, receiving one ball and four buck-shot. David Berry had his
+thigh broken, jumping from his horse. Berry's father was murdered by
+rebels at Cumberland Gap. His head was placed upon a block and cut
+off, by order of Colonel Brazzleton, of the 1st East Tennessee rebel
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page259" name="page259"></a>(p. 259)</span>cavalry. Nearly all these men have not only their country's
+wrongs to avenge, but the wrongs heaped upon their fathers, mothers,
+and sisters. I spent an hour in conversation with these wounded men,
+and all were laughing and talking in the best of spirits. Such men are
+invincible.</p>
+
+<p>A brother of Colonel Brownlow, who is now on a visit to this camp,
+informs me that he had it from the most reliable source, that the
+rebels in and around Knoxville were actually suffering for food. An
+order was issued by the rebel commander at Knoxville, a few days
+since, to seize all the hams, sides, and bacon belonging to private
+parties, leaving only fifty pounds for each family. A Mrs. Tillery, of
+Knox County, residing twelve miles from Knoxville, when her house was
+visited for the purpose of being pillaged, in the fulfillment of this
+order, expostulated with the lieutenant in command. She told him that
+fifty pounds would not keep her family two weeks, and she had no way
+of obtaining more. Notwithstanding her entreaties, the rebel
+lieutenant ordered fifty pounds to be weighed and given to her. He had
+scarcely given the order when Mrs. Tillery drew a pistol and shot the
+lieutenant through the heart. The rebel detail left the meat, and took
+off the corpse of their commander. The spirit of discontent is
+manifesting itself in various ways among even the most ultra rebels.
+They are getting tired of seeing their country devastated by the two
+armies, and are anxious for a settlement; and it only awaits the
+<span class="italic">daring of a few</span> to inaugurate a "rebellion within a rebellion,"
+which, if once started, will spread like wild-fire.</p>
+
+<h3><span class="pagenum"><a id="page260" name="page260"></a>(p. 260)</span>Picket Duty and its Dangers.</h3>
+
+<p>Of all the duties of a soldier, outpost duty is the most trying and
+dangerous. Courage, caution, patience, sleepless vigilance, and iron
+nerve are essential to its due performance. Upon the picket-guards of
+an army rests an immense responsibility. They are the eyes and ears of
+the encamped or embattled host. Hence, if they are negligent or
+faithless, the thousands dependent upon their zeal and watchfulness
+for safety, might almost as well be blind and deaf. The bravest army,
+under such circumstances, is liable, like a strong man in his sleep,
+to be pounced upon and discomfited by an inferior foe. For this reason
+the laws of war declare that the punishment of a soldier found
+sleeping on his post shall be death.</p>
+
+<p>But although the peril and responsibility involved in picket duty are
+so great, the heroes who are selected for it rarely receive honorable
+mention in our military bulletins. Their collisions with the enemy are
+"skirmishes." The proportion of killed and wounded in these collisions
+may be double or triple what it was at Magenta or Solferino, but still
+they are mere "affairs of outposts." "Our pickets were driven in," or
+"The enemy's pickets were put to flight," and that is the end of it.
+Presently comes the news of a brilliant Union victory; and nobody
+pauses to consider that if our pickets had been asleep, or faithless,
+or cowardly, a Union <span class="italic">defeat</span> might, nay <span class="italic">must</span>, have been the
+consequence.</p>
+
+<p>We forget what these men endure&mdash;their risks, their privations, their
+fatigues, their anxieties, <span class="italic">their battles <span class="pagenum"><a id="page261" name="page261"></a>(p. 261)</span>with themselves</span>,
+when sleep&mdash;more insidious than even the lurking enemy in the
+bush&mdash;tugs at their heavy eyelids, and their overwearied senses are
+barely held to their allegiance by the strongest mental effort. The
+soldier who rushes to the charge at the command of his officer is
+animated by the shouts of his comrades, inspirited by the sounds of
+martial music, and full of the ardor and confidence which the
+consciousness of being intelligently led and loyally supported
+engenders. He sees his adversaries; he fights in an open field; his
+fate is to be decided by the ordinary chances of honorable war. Not so
+the picket-guard. He is surrounded by unseen dangers. The gleam of his
+bayonet may, at any moment, draw upon him the fire of some prowling
+assassin. If he hears a rustling among the leaves, and inquires, "Who
+goes there?" the answer may be a ball in his heart.</p>
+
+<h3>A Gallant Deed and a Chivalrous Return.</h3>
+
+<p>In the recent movement of Stoneman's Cavalry, the advance was led by
+Lieutenant Paine, of the 1st Maine Cavalry. Being separated, by a
+considerable distance, from the main body, he encountered,
+unexpectedly, a superior force of rebel cavalry, and his whole party
+were taken prisoners. They were hurried off as rapidly as possible to
+get them out of the way of our advancing force, and, in crossing a
+rapid and deep stream, Lieutenant Henry, commanding the rebel force,
+was swept off his horse. As none of his men seemed to think or care
+any thing about saving him, his prisoner, Lieutenant Paine, leaped off
+his horse, seized the drowning man by the collar, swam ashore with
+him, and saved <span class="pagenum"><a id="page262" name="page262"></a>(p. 262)</span>his life, thus literally capturing the
+captor. Paine was sent to Richmond with the rest of the prisoners, and
+the facts being made known to General Fitz-Hugh Lee, he wrote a
+statement of them to General Winder, Provost-Marshal of Richmond, who
+ordered the instant release of Lieutenant Paine, without even parole,
+promise, or condition, and, we presume, with the compliments of the
+Confederacy. He arrived in Washington on Saturday last. This act of
+generosity, as well as justice, must command our highest admiration.
+There is some hope for men who can behave in such a manner.</p>
+
+<p>But the strangest part of the story is yet to come. Lieutenant Paine,
+on arriving in Washington, learned that the officer whose life he had
+thus gallantly saved had since been taken prisoner by our forces, and
+had just been confined in the Old Capitol prison. The last we heard of
+Paine he was on his way to General Martindale's head-quarters to
+obtain a pass to visit his imprisoned benefactor. Such are the
+vicissitudes of war. We could not help thinking, when we heard this
+story, of the profound observation of Mrs. Gamp: "Sich is life, vich
+likevays is the hend of hall things hearthly." We leave it to casuists
+to determine whether, when these two gallant soldiers meet on the
+battle-field, they should fight like enemies or embrace like
+Christians. For our part, we do not believe their swords will be any
+the less sharp, nor their zeal any the less determined, for this
+hap-hazard exchange of soldierly courtesy.<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page263" name="page263"></a>(p. 263)</span><a id="chapter29" name="chapter29"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="29">XXIX</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">An Incident at Holly Springs, Miss. &mdash; The Raid of Van Dorn
+     &mdash; Cincinnati Cotton-dealers in Trouble &mdash; Troubles of a
+     Reporter.</p>
+
+<h3>An Incident at Holly Springs, Miss.&mdash;The Raid of Van Dorn.</h3>
+
+<p>The amount of public and private property captured and destroyed by
+the enemy is estimated at something over six millions of dollars. He
+had considerable skirmishing with our troops, whose effective force
+Colonel R. C. Murphy, commandant of the post, says was less than three
+hundred. The Confederates lost ten or twelve in killed and wounded,
+and we six or seven wounded, none fatally. Colonel Murphy says he
+received information from Grant too late to make the necessary
+arrangements for the defense of the place. Though there were less than
+three hundred effective Union soldiers in town, all the civilians,
+tradesmen, speculators, and promiscuous hangers-on to the army were
+captured, swelling the number who gave their parole to about fifteen
+hundred. The raid, as you may imagine, delighted the residents of
+Holly Springs, who turned out <span class="italic">en masse</span> to welcome their
+brief-lingering "deliverers," and were very active in pointing out the
+places where Northerners were boarding. Not a few <span class="pagenum"><a id="page264" name="page264"></a>(p. 264)</span>of the
+precious citizens fired at our troops from the windows, and acted as
+contemptibly and dastardly as possible. The women, who had been rarely
+visible before, made their appearance, radiant, and supplied the rebel
+Yahoos with all manner of refreshments. "Good Union men," who had sold
+their cotton to the Yankees, shook the Treasury-notes in the faces of
+the Union prisoners, saying they had been paid for their property, and
+had the pleasure of burning it before the "d&mdash;&mdash;d Abolition
+scoundrels' eyes."</p>
+
+<h3>Cincinnati Cotton-Dealers in Trouble.</h3>
+
+<p>A number of cotton-buyers were robbed of whatever money they had on
+their persons, and some of them are said to have lost from five to ten
+thousand dollars apiece, which is, probably, an exaggerated statement.
+W. W. Cones, of Cincinnati, saved a large sum by an ingenious trick.
+He had twenty-eight thousand dollars on his person when the enemy
+entered the place, and immediately throwing off his citizen's garb, he
+attired himself in the cast-off gauntlets of a private soldier,
+entered the Magnolia House, employed as a hospital, and, throwing
+himself upon a bed, assumed to be exceedingly and helplessly sick,
+while the foe remained. As soon as the rebels had departed, he became
+suddenly and vigorously healthy, and walked into the street to
+denounce the traitors. He declared his eleven hours' sickness caused
+him less pain, and saved him more money than any illness he ever
+before endured. D. W. Fairchild, also of the Queen City, in addition
+to losing fifty bales of cotton, was robbed of his pocket-book,
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page265" name="page265"></a>(p. 265)</span>containing forty-five dollars, in the following manner: When
+captured, he was taken before General Jackson, popularly known as
+"Billy Jackson," considered a high representative of chivalry and
+soldiership in this benighted quarter of the globe. Jackson inquired
+of Fairchild, in a rough way, if he had any money with him? To which
+the party addressed answered, he had a trifling sum, barely sufficient
+to pay his expenses to the North. "Hand it over, you d&mdash;&mdash;d nigger
+thief," roared the high-toned general, who, as soon as the
+<span lang="fr">porte-monnaie</span> was produced, seized it, thrust it into his pocket, and
+rode off with a self-satisfied chuckle. What a noble specimen of
+chivalry is this Jackson! He has many kindred spirits in the South,
+where vulgar ruffians are apotheosized, who would, at an earlier time,
+have been sent to the pillory. "Sixteen-string Jack," and all that
+delectable fraternity, whose lives bloom so fragrantly in the pages of
+the saffron-hued literature of the day, would have spat in the faces
+of such fellows as Jackson, had they dared to claim the acquaintance
+of persons so much their superiors.</p>
+
+<p>When the rebels were playing the part of incendiaries in town, they
+set fire to the building containing a great quantity of our
+ammunition, shells, etc. The consequence was a tremendous explosion,
+which broke half the windows, and many of the frames, in town, rattled
+down ceilings, unsettled foundations, and spread general dismay. Women
+and children screamed, and rushed like maniacs into the streets, and
+fell fainting with terror there. For several hours the shells
+continued to burst, and, I have heard, two or three children were
+killed with fragments of the projectiles. <span class="pagenum"><a id="page266" name="page266"></a>(p. 266)</span>Two days after, I
+saw families suffering from hysterics on account of excessive fright,
+and several seemed to have become quite crazed therefrom.</p>
+
+<h3>Troubles of a Reporter.</h3>
+
+<p>One morning, hearing that John Morgan was at Elizabethtown, Ky., I
+determined to go as near as possible, and find out the condition of
+things, and see the fight that was in expectancy. Proceeding as far as
+I could by rail, I hired a carriage and horses, hoping to reach
+Munfordville in time for a big item.</p>
+
+<p>I had proceeded some five miles when a party of eight men, whom I at
+once determined were guerrillas, rode hastily to the carriage, and
+demanded my credentials. I exhibited a free pass over the Ohio and
+Mississippi Railroad, four Provost-Marshal's passes, a permission to
+leave the State of Ohio, also one to leave Kentucky, and a ten-cent
+Nashville bill. I was afraid to show them my letter from General
+Starbuck, of the <span class="italic">Daily Times</span>.</p>
+
+<p>After looking at them awhile, they were passed round to the balance of
+the fiendish-looking rascals, and I was kept in terrible suspense ten
+minutes longer.</p>
+
+<p>I tried to get off several of my well-authenticated bad jokes, but I
+choked in the utterance, and my smile was no doubt a sardonic grin. I
+wiped the perspiration from my brow so frequently that one of the most
+intellectual of the "brutes" relieved the monotony of the occasion by
+observing that it was a very hot day, to which I acquiesced, feeling
+quite glad to have a guerrilla speak to a prisoner.</p>
+
+<p>The countryman who had driven me thus far was <span class="pagenum"><a id="page267" name="page267"></a>(p. 267)</span>speechless. He
+thought of his carriage and horses, and visions of their being
+immediately possessed by Morgan or Forrest had rendered him powerless.
+After a few questions as to where we left the train, and as to the
+number of passengers on board, the citizen cavalry, or Union guards,
+as they proved to be, told us we might proceed, that we were all
+right, but to be very careful, as Forrest was reported near that
+region; they hardly thought it safe to attempt to get to Green River.</p>
+
+<p>This brewed fresh trouble to me, the owner of the horses and carriage
+refusing positively to proceed on the journey. In vain I expostulated,
+telling him I would pay for his horses out of the <span class="italic">sinking fund</span> of
+the <span class="italic">Times</span> office, in case of their loss. It was no go, and I was
+compelled to retreat. I felt very much like building some
+fortifications in the woods, and making a stand, but, remembering the
+saying, "Discretion is the better part of valor," retreated, and fell
+back upon the National Hotel, in Louisville, with all the luxuries
+prepared by Charley Metcalf, Major Harrow, and Colonel Myers.<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page268" name="page268"></a>(p. 268)</span><a id="chapter30" name="chapter30"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="30">XXX</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">A Reporter's Idea of Mules &mdash; Letter from Kentucky &mdash;
+     Chaplain Gaddis turns Fireman &mdash; Gaddis and the Secesh
+     Grass-widow.</p>
+
+<h3>A Reporter's Idea of Mules.</h3>
+
+<p>Junius Browne, describing a mule and his antics, says: "Now, be it
+known, I never had any faith in, though possessed of abundant
+commiseration for, a mule. I always sympathized with Sterne in his
+sentimental reverie over a dead ass, but for a living one, I could
+never elevate my feeling of pity either into love or admiration. The
+mule in question, however, seemed to be possessed of gentle and kindly
+qualifications. He appeared to have reached that degree of culture
+that disarms viciousness and softens stubbornness into tractability. I
+believed the sober-looking animal devoid of tricks peculiar to his
+kind, such as attempting to run up dead walls in cities, and climb
+trees in the country, mistaking himself for a perpetual motion, and
+trying to kick Time through the front window of Eternity. I was
+deceived in the docile-looking brute. He secured me as his rider by
+false pretenses. He won my confidence, and betrayed it shamefully.
+That he was a good mule, in some respects, I'll willingly testify; but
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page269" name="page269"></a>(p. 269)</span>in others, he was deeply depraved. He exhibited a
+disposition undreamed of by me, unknown before in the brothers and
+sisters of his numerous family. In brief, he was a sectarian mule; a
+bigot that held narrow views on the subject of religion; believed
+Hebrew the vernacular of the devil, and regarded the Passover with
+malevolent eyes. Confound such a creature, there was no hope for him!
+Who could expect to free him from his prejudices? He hated Moses for
+his fate, and Rebekkah for her forms of worship. He was insane on
+Judaism. He was a monomaniacal Gentile. Who could make out a mental
+diagnosis, or anticipate the conduct of a mule afflicted with
+religious lunacy? Well for your correspondent had he discovered
+beforehand the bias of the brute, or suspected he was a quadruped
+zealot! Much might have been saved to him, and more to a number of
+unoffending gentlemen from church, as the sequel of my 'o'er true
+tale' will prove.</p>
+
+<p>"The train got off about eight o'clock, on a cloudy, rainy, muddy,
+suicidal morning, and the material that composed it was worthy of
+illustration by Cruikshank. The procession was singularly varied, and
+supremely bizarre. There were the army-wagons, with sick and wounded
+soldiers, lumbering heavily along; the paroled prisoners wading
+through the mire; cotton-buyers, on foot and on horseback; members of
+the twelve tribes of Israel, with all possible modes of conveyance&mdash;in
+broken buggies, in dilapidated coaches, on bare-boned Rosinantes, on
+superannuated oxen, with fragmentary reins, rope reins, and no reins;
+spurring, swearing, hallooing, and gesticulating toward Memphis, in
+mortal terror lest the rebels would capture them again, and <span class="pagenum"><a id="page270" name="page270"></a>(p. 270)</span>
+some of their hard-earned gains. <span lang="fr">Pauvre</span> Juils! They would have excited
+the pity of a pawnbroker, if he had not known them, so frightened and
+anxious and disconsolate they looked. They could not have appeared
+more miserable if they had just learned that a brass watch they had
+sold for silver had turned out gold. The mule trotted along briskly
+and quietly enough until he beheld the grotesque vision of the
+heterogeneously-mounted Israelites. Then he displayed most
+extraordinary conduct. He pawed, he hawed, he kicked, all the while
+glancing at the sons of Jerusalem, and braying louder and more
+discordant every moment. I could not understand the mule's
+idiosyncrasies. Possibly, I thought, the doctrine of the
+metempsychosis may be true, and this brute, in the early stages of its
+development, once have been in love. He has a fit on him now, I
+fancied&mdash;he is once more possessed of a petticoat. Why not? If love
+converts men into asses, why should not asses, in their maddest
+moments, act like men in love? The mule's ire was culminating. I dug
+my spurs into his side. Vain effort! He was bent on mischief, and
+malignant against the persecuted race. If he had been in the House of
+Commons, (and many of his brethren are there,) I know he never would
+have voted for the admission of Jews into the English Parliament.
+Before I could anticipate his movement, he rushed at several
+pedestrian Hebrews and kicked the wind out of their stomachs and three
+pairs of green spectacles from their noses. While endeavoring to
+recover their glasses, the mule knocked their hats off with his hoofs,
+and impaired the perfect semicircle of their proboscis, thus imitating
+the rebels&mdash;by destroying <span class="pagenum"><a id="page271" name="page271"></a>(p. 271)</span>their bridges totally. The
+infuriated brute then ran for an old buggy, and, by supreme
+perseverance, kicked it over, and its two Hebrew occupants, into the
+road, where they fell, head-foremost, into the mire, growling
+profanely, like tigers that have learned German imperfectly, and were
+trying to swear, in choice Teutonic, about the peculiar qualities of
+Limburger cheese. In their sudden subversion, the Israelites dropped
+three fine watches out of their pockets, and the mule, with an
+unprecedented voracity, and determined on having a good time, ate the
+chronometers without any apparent detriment to digestion. The owners
+of the watches were frenzied. They glanced at my beast, and were about
+to devour him, hoping thereby to get the timepieces back. They did not
+violate the third commandment. They could not. They were too mad. They
+merely hissed rage, like a boiling tea-kettle, and grew purple in the
+face, and spun round in the road, from the excess of their wrath. Your
+correspondent was alarmed. He feared the mule would devour the Hebrews
+themselves, and he knew, if that were done, the animal would explode,
+and said animal had not been paid for. No time was given for
+reflection. Off ran the mule again, and made a pedal attack on a small
+Hebrew with a huge nasal organ, seated on top of a decayed coach,
+drawn by a horse, a cow, and three negroes. The quadruped made a
+herculean effort to kick the diminutive Shylock from his seat, but all
+in vain. The altitude was too great, and, in the midst of his
+exertions, he kicked himself off his feet, and fell over into a
+gulley, in which he alighted and stood on his <span class="pagenum"><a id="page272" name="page272"></a>(p. 272)</span>head, as if he
+had been trained in a circus. The position was admirable, and so
+worthy of imitation that I stood on my head also, in two feet of mire,
+and beckoned with my boots for some passing pedestrians to come and
+pull me out, as they would a radish from a kitchen-garden. The mule
+resumed his normal position speedily, and went off in his
+well-sustained character of a Jew-hunter. I was less fortunate. Three
+teamsters drew my boots from my feet, and tears from my eyes, before
+they could extricate me. And when I was removed from <span class="italic">terra firma</span>, I
+resembled a hickory stump dragged out by the roots, or a large
+cat-fish that had left his native element, and, seized with a fit of
+science, had endeavored to convert himself into a screw of the
+Artesian well. Placed feet downward on the ground again, I could not
+thank my deliverers or swear at the mule. I was dumb with astonishment
+and the mud, having swallowed eighteen ounces avoirdupois weight of
+the sacred soil of Mississippi while endeavoring to express my
+admiration of the performance of the mule. When I had removed the mire
+from my optics, in which cotton-seed would have grown freely, I beheld
+the mule in the dim distance. I could not see the brute plainly, but I
+could determine his course by the frequent falling of a human figure
+along the road. I knew the figures were those of his enemies, the
+much-abused Hebrews&mdash;that he was still wreaking his vengeance on the
+representatives of Israel&mdash;that he was fulfilling the unfortunate
+destiny of a misguided and merciless mule. Strange animal! Had the
+honest tradesman ever sold his grandfather a bogus watch? <span class="pagenum"><a id="page273" name="page273"></a>(p. 273)</span>or
+inveigled his innocent sire into the mysterious precincts of a
+mock-auction? Alas! history does not record, and intuition will not
+reveal.</p>
+
+<p>"My narrative is over. I did not go to Memphis. I returned, limping,
+to town, mentally ejaculating, like many adventurous gentlemen who,
+before me, have recklessly attempted to ride the peculiar beast,
+'D&mdash;&mdash;n a mule, any how!'"</p>
+
+<h3>Letters from Kentucky.</h3>
+
+<p>Early in September, 1862, I was sent by General Starbuck &amp; Co.,
+proprietors of the Cincinnati <span class="italic">Daily Times</span>, to reconnoiter in
+Kentucky. My first stop was a very pleasant one&mdash;at the Galt House,
+Louisville. From that place I wrote incident after incident concerning
+the most inhuman barbarity that had been enacted by citizen guerrillas
+and butternut soldiers. Louisville was in a foment of excitement, and
+if the rebels had only possessed the dash, there was scarce a day but
+they could have made a foray upon the "Galt," and captured from forty
+to fifty nice-looking officers, from brigadier-generals down to
+lieutenants.</p>
+
+<p>It was supposed the Government could spare them; else why were they in
+the North, when they should have been in the South?</p>
+
+<p>While there, I met Lieutenant Thomas S. Pennington, of Columbus, Ohio,
+a gentleman of intelligence, who told me <span class="smcap">HE SAW CITIZENS OF RICHMOND</span>
+(Kentucky) who had pretended to be <span class="smcap">FRIENDLY WITH OUR MEN, SHOOT THEM
+DOWN AS THEY WERE RETREATING THROUGH THEIR STREETS</span>. G. W. Baker, the
+regimental blacksmith <span class="pagenum"><a id="page274" name="page274"></a>(p. 274)</span>of the 71st Indiana, who resides in
+<span lang="fr">Terre Haute</span>, was in the city in charge of a number of horses left in
+Richmond. As our boys, worn-out and unarmed, retreated through the
+place, Mr. Baker says the men fired from their windows and doors. J.
+C. Haton, of Point Commerce, Indiana, also corroborates this fiendish
+piece of work upon the very men who had for days stood guard over
+their private property. All agree that more of our men were killed by
+these incarnate fiends in citizens' clothing than by the secesh in
+uniforms. Many of the pretended friendly citizens went out (says
+Lieutenant Pennington) to aid us, and then treacherously picked off
+our officers. Colonel Topkins, of the 71st Indiana, died nobly,
+leading his men, who, although undisciplined, stood bravely by their
+gallant colonel while there was a shadow of hope. Twice was his horse
+shot beneath him; and mounting the third horse, he received two
+bullets. A number of his boys hastily gathered around him. His last
+words were: "Boys, did I do my duty?" With tears coursing their manly
+cheeks, they replied: "You did, Colonel." "Then," said he, "<span class="smcap">I die
+happy</span>." Major Concklin, of the 71st, whom I reported wounded, died
+shortly afterward. Coming from Shelbyville, I passed more than one
+hundred wagons, all heavily loaded with the wreck of the late battles,
+many of the wounded being brought to this city.</p>
+
+<h3>Chaplain Gaddis and the 2d Ohio.</h3>
+
+<p>Charley Bunker, in writing from the 2d Ohio, says: "This is the
+Sabbath, which, under present circumstances, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page275" name="page275"></a>(p. 275)</span>can only be
+known by the neat appearance of the boys, in their shiny boots and
+clean, boiled shirts, as they make their early morning <span lang="fr">entrée</span> for
+company inspection of arms and accouterments, after which, all is
+dullness and vacuity. There is a sensible void, apparent to all,
+requiring something to remove the depressing dullness now surrounding
+them; and that something is to be found only in the presence of an
+accommodating and pleasing chaplain. Being to-day in the camp of the
+2d Ohio Regiment, I observed this lack of a clerical adviser, in the
+absence of Brother M. P. Gaddis, the pleasing and affable chaplain of
+this gallant band of patriots. Brother Gaddis, being naturally of a
+pleasing and accommodating disposition, has won the confidence and
+favor of his entire command, and is an ever-welcome guest wherever he
+may chance to offer his presence. But one instance can be recorded
+wherein the parson has met with refusal of friendship and favor&mdash;and
+this can be credited to nothing but the present distracted condition
+of our unfortunate country. But, even in this instance, the kind and
+accommodating nature of the chaplain was fully manifested; forgetting
+all party or political prejudices, he viewed all the circumstances
+with a happy mind and Christian heart. The following are the
+circumstances of the above-mentioned case: On the first advance of the
+national army from Louisville toward the land of Dixie, a portion of
+our forces marched along the turnpike, passing in their route the
+time-noted tavern-stand, distant some twenty miles north of Bowling
+Green, and known to all travelers as "Ball's Tavern." On the evening
+of the arrival of the forces <span class="pagenum"><a id="page276" name="page276"></a>(p. 276)</span>under the immediate command of
+General Mitchel, at this place, one of the buildings attached to the
+premises accidently caught fire."</p>
+
+<h3>Chaplain Gaddis Turns Fireman.</h3>
+
+<p>The 2d Ohio Regiment being encamped near the premises, and observing
+the flames bursting from the roof of the building, Brother Gaddis,
+with a number of others, instantly made their way to the building to
+save the entire property from destruction. Entering the building, they
+made their way to the top of the house, where the fire was then
+raging, and commenced tearing away the wood-work near the devouring
+element. No water being convenient, they were obliged to resort to the
+snow as a substitute, which, at that time, covered the ground, to
+subdue the flames. Having partially succeeded in checking the raging
+of the fire, a small aperture was made in the roof of the building,
+and Dave Thomas, the sutler of the 2d Ohio, being the smallest one of
+the party, was thrust through the hole in the roof, and made a
+desperate onslaught upon the fire, while Brother Gaddis continued to
+hand up the snow in hats and caps to the daring firemen on the roof,
+until the fire was entirely extinguished. The following day Brother
+Gaddis, knowing the former reputation of the tavern, and, as is
+natural with all clerical exponents, preferring <span class="italic">fried chicken to hog
+meat</span>, and warm rolls to hard crackers, wended his way to the tavern,
+with a craving appetite, and the full expectation of a kind welcome
+and an agreeable entertainment.</p>
+
+<p>Before proceeding further, I must here state that, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page277" name="page277"></a>(p. 277)</span>attached
+to these premises, is a noted subterranean recess, which has ever been
+the attraction of all travelers who have chanced to pass over this
+frequented thoroughfare, and is known as the "Diamond Cave."</p>
+
+<h3>Gaddis and the Secesh Grass-Widow.</h3>
+
+<p>Entering the dwelling, Brother Gaddis sought the landlady, Mrs.
+Proctor, or the late widow Bell, but now the wife of a Proctor, who,
+by-the-by, is at present to be found in the ranks of the rebel army,
+the madam's entire sympathies leading in the same direction.
+Addressing the landlady in his usual winning manner, Brother Gaddis
+requested the privilege of remaining as a guest of the house, and
+enjoying the luxuries of her well-stored larder and the comforts of
+her well-furnished rooms. What was the surprise of the chaplain to
+find in the landlady a real she-devil in politics, and utterly
+inexorable to all appeals to her charity and hospitality. In her
+remarks, she observed that "He was on the wrong side of the fence;
+that she had entertained, the day before the arrival of the Union
+troops, a company of three hundred gentlemen, (referring to that
+number of rebel cavalry,) and that they had treated her like a lady,
+and paid her for what they had received"&mdash;(<span class="italic">in Confederate scrip</span>). In
+reply, Brother Gaddis, not wishing to be deprived of her coveted
+entertainment, inquired "What was the difference which side of the
+fence he was on, so that he conducted himself with propriety, and paid
+her for her trouble?" asking if his money was not as good as that of
+those of whom she spoke. She answered, "No!" and positively refused to
+entertain any of the "hated Yankees" in her house.</p>
+
+<h3 class="smaller"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page278" name="page278"></a>(p. 278)</span>"Turchin's Got Your Mule."</h3>
+
+<p class="poem30">A planter came to camp one day,<br>
+<span class="add1em">His niggers for to find;</span><br>
+                    His mules had also gone astray,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And stock of every kind.</span><br>
+                    The planter tried to get them back,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And thus was made a fool,</span><br>
+                    For every one he met in camp<br>
+<span class="add1em">Cried, "Mister, here's your mule."</span><br>
+<span class="min5em smcap">Chorus.</span>&mdash;Go back, go back, go back, old scamp,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And don't be made a fool;</span><br>
+                    Your niggers they are all in camp,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And Turchin's got your mule.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">His corn and horses all were gone<br>
+<span class="add1em">Within a day or two.</span><br>
+                    Again he went to Colonel Long,<br>
+<span class="add1em">To see what he could do.</span><br>
+                    "I can not change what I have done,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And won't be made a fool,"</span><br>
+                    Was all the answer he could get,<br>
+<span class="add1em">The owner of the mule.</span><br>
+<span class="min5em smcap">Chorus.</span>&mdash;Go back, go back, go back, old scamp,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And don't be made a fool;</span><br>
+                    Your niggers they are all in camp,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And Turchin's got your mule.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">And thus from place to place we go,<br>
+<span class="add1em">The song is e'er the same;</span><br>
+                    'Tis not as once it used to be,<br>
+<span class="add1em">For Morgan's lost his name.</span><br>
+                    He went up North, and there he stays,<br>
+<span class="add1em">With stricken face, the fool;</span><br>
+                    In Cincinnati now he cries,<br>
+<span class="add1em">"My kingdom for a mule."</span><br>
+<span class="min5em smcap">Chorus.</span>&mdash;Go back, go back, etc.<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page279" name="page279"></a>(p. 279)</span><a id="chapter31" name="chapter31"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="31">XXXI</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">A Visit to the 1st East Tennessee Cavalry &mdash; A Proposed
+     Sermon &mdash; Its Interruption &mdash; How ye Preacher is Bamboozled
+     out of $15 and a Gold Watch &mdash; Cavalry on the Brain &mdash; Old
+     Stonnicker Drummed out of Camp &mdash; Now and Then.</p>
+
+<h3>A Visit to the 1st East Tennessee Cavalry.</h3>
+
+<p>The cavalry had been kept very busy during the months of March and
+April; the picket-duty was arduous and severe, but the East Tennessee
+soldiers stood up to the rack manfully. I had been with them on nearly
+all their expeditions; shared their toils and dangers, until I felt I
+was a part and parcel of their "institution." Colonel Johnson, at this
+time, was in Nashville, raising a brigade; the command of the
+regiment, therefore, devolved upon Colonel Brownlow.</p>
+
+<p>The Colonel had frequently invited me over to the camp, but other
+engagements had as frequently deterred me from accepting the
+invitation.</p>
+
+<p>I was seated, one beautiful afternoon, in the tent of Doctor Charles
+Wright, of the 35th Ohio, conversing with Colonel Brownlow, when Major
+Tracy, of the Tennessee regiment, with two or three others, agreed
+that "now was the appointed time." A horse was proffered <span class="pagenum"><a id="page280" name="page280"></a>(p. 280)</span>me
+by John Leiter, Esq., and I proceeded forthwith to the head-quarters
+of the renowned East Tennesseeans. Arriving there, the Major requested
+that I would entertain the boys, who, as well as they knew me
+personally, did not know me <span class="italic">facially</span>&mdash;did not know the "power of
+facial expression."</p>
+
+<p>Major Tracy ordered the assembly-call sounded, which was done, and, in
+a short time, five or six hundred men were congregated in front of
+head-quarters, and as those in the rear could not have a good view of
+the speaker, the Major ordered the front rank to kneel, or squat. The
+boys had been told that Alf was going to give them some "fun;" that
+Alf was to amuse them for awhile.</p>
+
+<p>During the congregating of the crowd, I was in the tent&mdash;the audience
+in waiting. Major T. went to the front and announced that the <span class="smcap">Rev.
+Ebenezer Slabsides</span>, from Middle Tennessee, would address the
+congregation. A table was placed, and I had taken a "<span class="italic">posish</span>," with
+spectacles mounted on my nose, when, just as I had commenced the
+discourse, by saying: "<span class="smcap">My Beloved Brethering</span>," I heard a strange voice
+say:</p>
+
+<p>"We didn't come to hear no sermon&mdash;we come to hear Alf. Put that
+fellow out!"</p>
+
+<p>Another voice said: "That's a burlesque on our parson."</p>
+
+<p>Still I went on, thinking all would be quiet. Presently a big, tall E.
+T. C. fellow shouted "Move him, move him!" and shouts of "Alf! where's
+Alf?" resounded all over. Here I tried to divest myself of my
+spectacles, but they stuck, and before I could identify <span class="pagenum"><a id="page281" name="page281"></a>(p. 281)</span>
+myself to the crowd as to who I was, I received a <span class="italic">knock-down</span>
+argument.</p>
+
+<p>I changed my base of operations, and retreated to the Major's tent.
+Here two stalwart fellows laid violent hands upon me, and each one
+getting hold, tried to pull me <span class="italic">through the tent-pole</span>. Seeing a fine
+opportunity for a strategical maneuver, I succeeded in planting a
+heavy blow on the proboscis of one of my tormentors, which bedizzened
+his vision. Again I changed my base, and got to another tent. By this
+time the camp was wild; a few, who knew me, were taking my part; blows
+fell thick and fast, but I succeeded in guarding my head. I had no
+relish for cavalry on the brain just then. During the melée they
+robbed me of a watch and about fifteen dollars in money. "<span class="italic">But they
+can't do it again! Hallelujah!</span>"</p>
+
+<p>The news of my <span class="italic">defeat</span> spread like wild-fire over the camp before
+tatoo; the entire division were talking of it, and serious
+consequences were feared; the cavalry soldiers did not dare show
+themselves near the 2d Minnesota for several days, I being quite a
+favorite with those boys, and that being my home for the time. The
+most exaggerated stories were told of the affair.</p>
+
+<p>In a few days all was quiet on the Harpeth, and again I was with the
+boys, who all made the most ample apologies, and expressed sorrow for
+what had occurred.</p>
+
+<p>Colonel Brownlow called upon me the next day, in condolence, renewing
+the invitation, but the remembrance of my former reception deterred me
+from making the journey. Some weeks after the occurrence, I was
+commissioned by the proprietors of the Cincinnati <span class="pagenum"><a id="page282" name="page282"></a>(p. 282)</span>
+<span class="italic">Commercial</span> to proceed to Murfreesboro as their "Special," and
+telegraphed to General Garfield for the requisite permission. Judge of
+my surprise upon receiving the following dispatch from General
+Garfield:</p>
+
+<div class="quote">
+<p><span class="left40 smcap">Head-quarters Army of the Cumberland</span>,<br>
+<span class="left50 smcap">Murfreesboro</span>, <span class="italic">May 10, 1863</span>.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Alf Burnett</span>&mdash;<span class="italic">Sir</span>: The commanding General has heard of the
+     occurrence at Triune, and refuses you permission to come to
+     Murfreesboro.</p>
+
+<p><span class="left60">J. A. GARFIELD,</span><br>
+  <span class="left40 italic">Brigadier-General and Chief of Staff</span>.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>I immediately dispatched a batch of letters from prominent Generals;
+also sent forward several fine introductory letters that I held,
+addressed to General Rosecrans and General Garfield. A regular
+diplomatic correspondence was opened, and, after hearing the evidence,
+I received a telegram to this effect:</p>
+
+<div class="quote">
+<p>Alf Burnett&mdash;Report forthwith at these Head-quarters.</p>
+
+<p class="left60">J. A. GARFIELD.</p>
+<p>By order of Major-General Rosecrans.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="p2">I arrived at Murfreesboro the following day, but did not "<span class="italic">report</span>,"
+for I felt somewhat chagrined at the General's crediting the stories
+that he had heard. The succeeding day, however, I met General Alex
+McCook, and his brother, the gallant Colonel Dan McCook, who told me
+that the General wanted to see me immediately; that the greatest
+anxiety was felt at head-quarters for my appearance; that I had been
+the subject of conversation for an hour past. I immediately dismounted
+and walked into the house, presenting my card to an orderly, and, in a
+moment, General Garfield came to the <span class="pagenum"><a id="page283" name="page283"></a>(p. 283)</span>door with a cordial
+welcome and a hearty laugh, took me by the hand and introduced the
+"Preacher from Hepsidam" to Major-General Rosecrans. When this was
+done, another outburst of laughter was the result.</p>
+
+<p>Major-General Turchin, Major-General Thomas, and the staffs of those
+heroes were present. General Garfield and "Old Rosey" formed the party
+whom I was apprised were a court-martial now duly convened to try the
+"Preacher from Hepsidam." General R. asking me if I was ready for
+trial, I told him I was, if he had a pair of spectacles in the "court"
+room. So he called the court to order, sent for a few of his staff,
+who were absent, and requested General Garfield to get me a pair of
+spectacles from an adjoining room. General Rosecrans took advantage of
+General Garfield's absence to tell me that General Garfield had once
+been a "Hard-shell" Baptist preacher, and requested me, if I could, by
+any possibility, "bring him in," to do so. The sermon was given, and,
+afterward, the "<span class="smcap">Debate between Slabsides and Garrotte</span>," together with
+other pieces. At the conclusion of the "trial," the court unanimously
+resolved that I should not only be honorably acquitted of all charges,
+but that I was henceforth to be allowed the freedom of the Army of the
+Cumberland. "And," said the General, "in explanation of my dispatch to
+you, refusing you permission to come here, some one told me you were
+giving a mock-religious sermon which so disgusted the religious
+sensibilities of the E. T. C. that they mobbed you; and I thought if
+you could do any thing to shock their feelings, you must be a devil
+with '<span class="italic">four horns</span>;' but, with such a face as you make, no wonder they
+were deceived."</p>
+
+<h3><span class="pagenum"><a id="page284" name="page284"></a>(p. 284)</span>Old Stonnicker Drummed Out of Camp.</h3>
+
+<p>The illustration of this scene will be recognized by thousands of our
+soldier-boys who were occupiers of Virginia soil, upon the banks of
+the Elkwater, for some months during the summer and fall of 1861. Old
+Stonnicker's was a name familiar as a household word, and many were
+the pranks played upon the poor old man. Ignorant, beyond description,
+he yet had twice been a "justice" of the peace, and, as he said, "sot
+on the bench."</p>
+
+<a id="img006" name="img006"></a>
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/img006.jpg" width="600" height="343" alt="" title="">
+<p class="smcap">Old Stonnicker drummed out of camp.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p>The scene illustrated is where Stonnicker was arrested by a "special
+order" from the 6th Ohio, and tried by an impromptu court-martial, for
+selling liquor to soldiers. The mock-trial took place amid the most
+grotesque queries and absurd improvised telegraph dispatches&mdash;the
+hand-writing of the telegraphic dispatches being sworn to as that of
+the individuals from whom they were just received, the oath being, "As
+they solemnly <span class="italic">hoped for the success of the Southern Confederacy</span>."
+The poor wretch had actually been detected in selling, contrary to
+express orders, liquor to soldiers. He employed counsel, but,
+notwithstanding all they could do, he was sentenced, by Major
+Christopher, to die. He received his sentence with moanings and
+anguish; he was too frightened to notice the smiles or laughter of the
+crowd. He got on his knees and begged for mercy, and, after an hour of
+suspense, the Court relented, and commuted the sentence to being
+drummed out of camp. It is at this juncture the artist has seized the
+occasion to illustrate the scene.</p>
+
+<p>Stonnicker is a by-word to all the boys of Elkwater <span class="pagenum"><a id="page285" name="page285"></a>(p. 285)</span>
+notoriety to this day, and was, at one time, "<span class="italic">a password</span>" at
+Louisville.</p>
+
+<p>Poor Stonnicker is dead. In trying, last fall, to ford that mad
+torrent, Elkwater, during a storm, he was swept from his horse and
+drowned.</p>
+
+<p>Andy Hall, Ned Shoemaker, Doctor Ames, and other notables of the
+"times that tried men's <span class="italic">soles</span>," were the recipients of the
+hospitality of another of the family of Stonnickers, who lived up a
+"ravine" about a mile nearer Huttonsville. Doctor Ames had musk upon
+his handkerchief, which the young lady, (?) Miss Delilah Stonnicker,
+noticing, as she waited upon the Doctor at the supper-table,
+exclaimed: "'Lor', Doctor, how your <span class="italic">hankercher</span> stinks!"</p>
+
+<p>"Does it?" said the Doctor, coloring up to his very eyes, roars of
+laughter proceeding from all present.</p>
+
+<p>"Yaas; it stinks just like a skunk."</p>
+
+<p>"Why, Miss Delilah, do you have skunks out here?" inquired the Doctor.</p>
+
+<p>"<span class="italic">Yaas, lots on 'em up the gut out thar.</span>"</p>
+
+<h3 class="smaller">Now and Then.<br>
+
+<span class="normal">Written by Enos B. Reed,</span></h3>
+
+<p class="center noindent smaller">and Recited by Mr. Alf Burnett, at the Benefit of the Ladies'
+Soldiers' Aid Society of Cincinnati, Saturday Evening, January 31st,
+1863.</p>
+
+<p class="poem30">In other days, as it has oft been told<br>
+  By those who sleep beneath the grave's dank mold,<br>
+  In this, our loved, but now distracted land,<br>
+  Men dwelt together as a household band;<br>
+  Brothers they were, but not alone in name,<br>
+  Sons of Columbia and Columbia's fame&mdash;<br>
+  They loved the land, the fairest 'neath the sun,<br>
+  Home of the brave&mdash;the land of Washington!</p>
+
+<p class="poem30"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page286" name="page286"></a>(p. 286)</span>Peaceful the rivers as they flowed along<br>
+  The plenteous fields, where swelled the harvest song;<br>
+  Peaceful the mountains, as they reared on high<br>
+  Their snow-capped peaks unto the azure sky&mdash;<br>
+  Peaceful the valleys, where contentment smiled,<br>
+  Blessing alike the parent and the child&mdash;<br>
+  Peaceful the hearts which owned a country blest,<br>
+  And owned their God, who gave them peace and rest!</p>
+
+<p class="poem30">The happy matron and the joyous maid<br>
+  Alike were blest&mdash;the unknown traveler stayed<br>
+  His weary limbs beneath their roof-tree's shade,<br>
+  While home from toil the husbandman returned,<br>
+  His honest hands the honest pittance earned,<br>
+  Willing to share his humble meal with one<br>
+  Whether from Winter's snows or Southern sun.</p>
+
+<p class="poem30">No North&mdash;no South, in those the better days&mdash;<br>
+  Our starry flag o'er all&mdash;its genial rays<br>
+  Glistened amid New England's dreary snows,<br>
+  Or shone as proudly where the south wind blows:<br>
+  One flag, one nation, and one God we claimed,<br>
+  And traitors' lips had never yet defamed<br>
+  The land for which our fathers fought and bled&mdash;<br>
+  Hallowed by graves of honored patriot-dead!</p>
+
+<p class="poem30">Fruitful the earth, and fair the skies above;<br>
+  The days were blissful, and the nights were love;<br>
+  We were at peace&mdash;our land and freedom gained&mdash;<br>
+  Our fair escutcheon with no blot e'er stained&mdash;<br>
+  But all did honor to the fair young State<br>
+  Who made herself both glorious and great;<br>
+  Our Eagle&mdash;emblem of the happy free&mdash;<br>
+  Was free to soar o'er foreign land or sea!</p>
+
+<p class="poem30">But darkness came, and settled like a pall<br>
+  Funereal, on our hearts; o'er one and all<br>
+  It cast its blighting, withering wing,<br>
+  A horrid, shapeless, and revolting thing&mdash;<br>
+  While dove-eyed Peace bowed down its gentle head<br>
+  And wept for those, though living, worse than dead;<br>
+  <span class="pagenum"><a id="page287" name="page287"></a>(p. 287)</span>And blood, like rivers, flowed from hill to plain<br>
+  'Till land and sea knew not their ghastly slain.</p>
+
+<p class="poem30">The Northern snows incarnadined with gore&mdash;<br>
+  The Southern vales with blood, like wine, ran o'er&mdash;<br>
+  The battle raging in the morning sun,<br>
+  At night, the warfare scarcely yet begun&mdash;<br>
+  The sire, in arms to meet his foeman-son,<br>
+  Brother, to seek his brother in the strife,<br>
+  Rushed madly on&mdash;demanding life for life!<br>
+  And children, orphans made&mdash;and worse than widowed, wife!</p>
+
+<p class="poem30">And this the land which erst our fathers blest,<br>
+  Favored of Heaven&mdash;the pilgrim's hope of rest&mdash;<br>
+  Now cursed by traitors, who with impious hands<br>
+  Have dared to sunder our once-hallowed bands&mdash;<br>
+  Have dared to poison with their ven'mous breath<br>
+  All that was fair&mdash;and raise the flag of death;<br>
+  Have dared to blight the country of their birth,<br>
+  Striving her name to banish from the earth!</p>
+
+<p class="poem30">God of our fathers! where your lightnings now,<br>
+  To blind their vision, and their hearts to bow?<br>
+  Traitors to all that manhood holds most dear,<br>
+  Without remorse, with neither hope nor fear,<br>
+  They trail our starry banner in the dust,<br>
+  And flaunt their own base emblem in the gust;<br>
+  Like the arch-fiend, who from a Heaven once fell,<br>
+  They'd pull us down to their own fearful hell!</p>
+
+<p class="poem30">A boon! O God! a boon from thee we crave&mdash;<br>
+  Shine on this gloomy darkness of the grave;<br>
+  Stretch forth thine arm, and let the waves be still,<br>
+  And Union triumph, as it must and will.<br>
+  God of our Fathers! guide our arms aright,<br>
+  Be near and with us in the deadly fight;<br>
+  Columbia's banner may we still uphold,<br>
+  And keep each star bright in its azure fold.</p>
+
+<p class="poem30">We mourn for those who sleep beneath the wave,<br>
+  Or on the land have found a soldier's grave;<br>
+  <span class="pagenum"><a id="page288" name="page288"></a>(p. 288)</span>Each heart will be an altar to their fame,<br>
+  And ever sacred kept each glorious name.<br>
+  We'll honor those who nobly fought and bled,<br>
+  And fighting fell, where freedom's banner led;<br>
+  Each soldier-son, we'll welcome to our arms,<br>
+  When strife has ceased its din and dread alarms!</p>
+
+<p class="poem30">Our soldiers, home returning from the wars,<br>
+  Our dames shall nourish&mdash;honored scars<br>
+  Shall mark them heroes, and they live to tell<br>
+  How once they battled&mdash;battled brave and well&mdash;<br>
+  For home and country&mdash;mountain, plain, and dell&mdash;<br>
+  And how the nation like a phenix rose<br>
+  From out its ashes, spite of fiendish foes;<br>
+  Then once again Columbia shall be blest&mdash;<br>
+  Home of the free, and land for the oppressed!<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page289" name="page289"></a>(p. 289)</span><a id="chapter32" name="chapter32"></a>CHAPTER <abbr title="32">XXXII</abbr>.</h2>
+
+<p class="resume">An Incident of the 5th O. V. I. &mdash; How to Avoid the Draft &mdash;
+     Keep the Soldiers' Letters &mdash; New Use of Blood-hounds &mdash;
+     Proposition to Hang the Dutch Soldiers &mdash; Stolen Stars.</p>
+
+<h3>An Incident of the 5th O. V. I.</h3>
+
+<p>There is no regiment in the service that has won more enviable renown
+than the glorious old 5th; and, although I have met them but twice in
+my peregrinations, I can not let them go unnoticed in this volume.
+Many of the boys I knew intimately&mdash;none better than young Jacobs, who
+was killed near Fredericksburg, Virginia. A writer in the Cincinnati
+<span class="italic">Commercial</span>, soon after his death, penned the following merited
+tribute to his memory:</p>
+
+<p>Noble deeds have been recorded, during the past two years, of the
+faithful in our armies, who have struggled amid carnage and blood to
+consecrate anew our altar of liberty&mdash;deeds which have stirred the
+slumbering fires of patriotism in ten thousand hearts, and revived the
+nation's hope. I can well conceive that it would be asking too much to
+record every merited deed of our brave officers and men; but, while
+too many have strayed from the ranks when their strong arms have been
+most needed, will you allow a passing <span class="pagenum"><a id="page290" name="page290"></a>(p. 290)</span>tribute to the memory
+of one who was always at his post of duty?</p>
+
+<p>Henry G. Jacobs, a private in Company C, 5th Regiment O. V. I., who
+was killed in battle near Fredericksburg, Virginia, was the second son
+of E. Jacobs, Esq., of Walnut Hills. He enlisted in May, 1861, and
+had, consequently, been in the service two years. Since his regiment
+left Camp Dennison, he had never been absent from it a day until he
+fought his last battle. I need not speak of his deeds of personal
+bravery, for he belonged to a regiment of heroes. For unflinching
+courage on the field of battle, the 5th Ohio has few parallels and no
+superior. In that respect, the history of one is the history of all.
+In the battle of Winchester, Henry escaped with two ball-holes in his
+coat. In the battle of Port Republic, only one (a young man from
+Cincinnati) besides himself, of all his company who were in the
+action, escaped capture. They reached the mountains after being fired
+at several times, and, two days after, they arrived at their camp. At
+the battle of Cedar Mountain the stock of his gun was shattered in his
+hands by a rebel shot. He was in the battles of Antietam and South
+Mountain, and in over twenty considerable skirmishes.</p>
+
+<p>Last autumn, his sister wrote, urging him to ask for a furlough and
+visit home, if but for a few days. His answer was: "Our country needs
+every man at his post, and my place is here with my regiment till this
+rebellion is put down." No young man could be more devotedly attached
+to his home, yet he wrote, last winter: "I have never asked for a
+furlough since I have been in the service; but, if you think father's
+life is in danger <span class="pagenum"><a id="page291" name="page291"></a>(p. 291)</span>from the surgical operation which is to be
+performed upon his arm, I will try to get home; for you do not know
+how deeply I share with you all in this affliction."</p>
+
+<p>His talents and education fitted him for what his friends considered a
+higher position than the one he occupied. Accordingly, application was
+made to the Governor to commission him as a lieutenant in one of the
+new regiments. In signing the application, Professor D. H. Allen, of
+Lane Seminary, prefaced his signature as follows: "I know no young man
+in the ranks who, in my opinion, is better qualified for an officer in
+the army than Henry C. Jacobs." In this opinion W. S. Scarborough,
+Esq., Colonel A. E. Jones, and many others who were personally
+acquainted with him, heartily concurred. Such encouragement was
+received from the Governor as led his sister to write, congratulating
+him upon the prospect of his appointment. His answer was: "I had
+rather be a private in the 5th Ohio than captain in any new regiment.
+In fact, I do not want a commission. When I enlisted, it was not for
+pay; I never expected to receive one dollar. I have fought in many
+battles, and served my country to the best of my ability; and I wish
+to remain in the position I now occupy till the war is over."</p>
+
+<p>It is not only to offer a tribute to the memory of Henry that I would
+intrude upon your readers, but, by presenting an example, encourage
+faithfulness and patriotic devotion to the cause of liberty. If any
+man, officer or private, has been more faithful, his be the higher
+monument in a grateful nation's heart when treason is no more. He
+shouldered his musket, and it was at his country's service every hour
+till it was laid <span class="pagenum"><a id="page292" name="page292"></a>(p. 292)</span>down beside his bleeding, mangled body, on
+the banks of the Rappahannock. If my country ever forgets such heroes
+as these, her very name should perish forever. Young men whose hearts
+are not stirred within them to rush into the breach, avenge the fallen
+brave, and save their country, are making for themselves no enviable
+future. Who that calls himself a man will sit with folded arms and
+careless mien, under the shade of the tree of liberty, while the wild
+boar is whetting his tusks against its bark, and the gaunt stag rudely
+tears its branches? It was planted in tears and watered with blood;
+and if you do not protect it now, your names will perish.</p>
+
+<p>Henry had made two firm resolves: one was to keep out of the hospital,
+and the other was to keep out of the hands of the rebels. He would not
+be taken a prisoner, and, if die he must, he preferred the
+battle-field to the hospital. He has realized his wish, and though the
+bitterness of our anguish at his loss may only wear out with our
+lives, our country, in his death, has lost more than his kindred. We
+are making history for all time to come. Eternity will tell its own
+story of unending joy for those who have freely shed their blood to
+lay a firm foundation for the happiness of millions yet unborn.</p>
+
+<p class="poem20">"Give me the death of those<br>
+<span class="add1em">Who for their country die;</span><br>
+  And O! be mine like their repose,<br>
+<span class="add1em">When cold and low they lie!</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem20">"Their loveliest Mother Earth<br>
+<span class="add1em">Entwines the fallen brave;</span><br>
+  In her sweet lap who gave them birth<br>
+<span class="add1em">They find their tranquil grave."</span></p>
+
+<h3><span class="pagenum"><a id="page293" name="page293"></a>(p. 293)</span>How to Avoid the Draft.</h3>
+
+<p>During the troubles of raising men, a rough-looking customer,
+determined upon evasion, called upon the Military Commission, when the
+following colloquy ensued, the individual in question remarking:</p>
+
+<p>"Mr. Commissioner, I'm over forty-five."</p>
+
+<p>"How old <span class="italic">are</span> you?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know how old I am; but I'm over <span class="italic">forty-five</span>."</p>
+
+<p>"In what year did you make your appearance on this mundane sphere?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know what you mean; but I'm over forty-five."</p>
+
+<p>"When were you born?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know; but I'm over forty-five."</p>
+
+<p>"How am I to know you are over age?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know and I don't care; but I'm over forty-five."</p>
+
+<p>"When were you forty-five?"</p>
+
+<p>"I don't know; but I know I'm over forty-five."</p>
+
+<p>"You must give me some proof that you are over age."</p>
+
+<p>"I've been in the country thirty-six years, and I'm over forty-five."</p>
+
+<p>"That does not prove that you are too old to be drafted."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't care; I know I'm over forty-five."</p>
+
+<p>"I shall not erase your name until you prove your age."</p>
+
+<p>"I tell you I've been in this country thirty-six years, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page294" name="page294"></a>(p. 294)</span>and
+I went sparking before I came here, and I'm over forty-five."</p>
+
+<p>"Will you swear it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, I'm over forty-five. D&mdash;&mdash;d if I aint over forty-five."</p>
+
+<p>"Well, I will exempt you."</p>
+
+<p>"I don't care whether you do or not, for <span class="italic">I've got a wooden leg</span>."</p>
+
+<h3>New Use of Blood-hounds.</h3>
+
+<p>One fine summer's Sunday afternoon, as a steamboat was stopping at a
+landing on the Mississippi to take in wood, the passengers were
+surprised to see two or three young, athletic negroes perched upon a
+tree like monkeys, and about as many blood-hounds underneath, barking
+and yelping, and jumping up in vain endeavors to seize the frightened
+negroes. The overseer was standing by, encouraging the dogs, and
+several bystanders were looking on, enjoying the sport. It was only
+the owner of some blood-hounds training his dogs, and keeping them in
+practice, so as to be able to hunt down the runaways, who often
+secrete themselves in the woods. It was thought fine sport, and
+useful, too, in its way, ten years ago.</p>
+
+<p>But now the same hounds are being made use of, all through Alabama and
+Mississippi, and, we have no doubt, in other of the Southern States,
+to hunt down white men hiding in the woods to escape the fierce
+conscription act, which is now seizing about every man under sixty
+years of age able to carry a gun. Nor is this the worst. It is found
+that those camped out are <span class="pagenum"><a id="page295" name="page295"></a>(p. 295)</span>supplied with food brought them by
+their children, who go out apparently to play in the woods, and then
+slip off and carry provisions to their fathers. To meet this exigency,
+blood-hounds are now employed to follow these little children on their
+pious errands, and the other day a beautiful little girl was thus
+chased and overtaken in the woods, and there torn in pieces, alone and
+unaided, by the trained blood-hounds of Jefferson Davis! Nor is this a
+solitary case. It appears that many white men, women, and children
+have thus been sacrificed, in order to carry out the conscription act
+in all its terrors.</p>
+
+<p>In a large number of cases, those who are thus hunted down are such as
+have in some way exhibited Union proclivities; for, although such have
+ceased to offer any opposition to the rebels, they do not like taking
+up arms against the flag of the Union, to which many of them have, in
+former days, sworn allegiance. These persons, and all suspected, are
+especially marked out as objects of the conscription and the
+blood-hound, be their ages and fighting qualities what they may. And
+these are the men hunted down with dogs, and their wives and their
+children, if they attempt to follow them. There are, however, many men
+not Unionists, and willing to contribute of their property to any
+amount to support the rebels, but now being drawn into the
+conscription, or, having tasted the desperate neglects of the rebel
+service, have deserted, and will not again take up arms. Their wives
+are ladies, most delicate and tender, and their children brought up
+with a refinement and delicacy of the most perfect character, until
+this war began. And these are the women that now have to wander alone
+in the woods, in search of their husbands <span class="pagenum"><a id="page296" name="page296"></a>(p. 296)</span>and brothers and
+sons; and these are the little girls, who, going to carry food to
+their relatives, are liable at any moment to be overtaken by swift
+hounds, let loose and set upon their track by the agents of Jefferson
+Davis.</p>
+
+<p>It may be doubted if war itself, ever but once in the history of
+mankind, proved so disastrous to a people, by the hands of those
+engaged in carrying it on. Perhaps, in the final destruction of
+Jerusalem, there may have been scenes of greater and more fiendish
+cruelty by the factions of John and Simon destroying each other, while
+both were at war with the Romans. And what must be the state of the
+South, when a delicate woman, who would hardly set her feet on the
+ground for delicacy, and used to have servants to attend upon her
+every wish and want, is reduced to straits like these, and children
+are torn to pieces by the dogs of humble hunters after white flesh for
+Jefferson Davis's shambles!</p>
+
+<h3>Keep the Soldiers' Letters.</h3>
+
+<p>Mother, father, brother, sister, wife, sweetheart, keep that bundle
+sacredly! Each word will be historic, each line invaluable. When peace
+has restored the ravages of war, and our nation's grandeur has made
+this struggle the most memorable of those great conflicts by which
+ideas are rooted into society, these pen-pictures of the humblest
+events, the merest routine details of the life led in winning national
+unity and freedom, will be priceless. Not for the historian's sake
+alone, do I say, keep those letters, but for your sakes who receive
+them, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page297" name="page297"></a>(p. 297)</span>and ours who write them. The next skirmish may stop
+our pulses forever, and our letters, full of love for you, will be our
+only legacy besides that of having died in a noble cause. And should
+we survive the war, with health and limb uninjured, or bowed with
+sickness or crippled with wounds, those letters will be dear mementoes
+to us of dangers past, of trials borne, of privations suffered, of
+comrades beloved. Keep our letters, then, and write to us all the home
+news and "gossip." Bid us Godspeed. Speak kindly, loving, courageous
+words to us. If you can't be Spartans&mdash;and we don't want you to be&mdash;be
+"lovers, countrymen, and friends." So shall our feet fall lighter, and
+our sabers heavier!</p>
+
+<h3>Proposition to Hang the Dutch Soldiers.</h3>
+
+<p>The following specimen of "chivalric" literature is copied from the
+Knoxville <span class="italic">Register</span>, of June 12, 1862:</p>
+
+<p>Of late, in all battles and in all recent incursions made by Federal
+cavalry, we have found the great mass of Northern soldiers to consist
+of Dutchmen. The plundering thieves captured by Forrest, who stole
+half the jewelry and watches in a dozen counties of Alabama, were
+immaculate Dutchmen. The national odor of Dutchmen, as distinctive of
+the race as that which, constantly ascending to heaven, has distended
+the nostrils of the negro, is as unmistakable as that peculiar to a
+polecat, an old pipe, or a lager-beer saloon. Crimes, thefts, and
+insults to the women of the South invariably mark the course of these
+stinking bodies of <span class="italic">sour-krout</span>. Rosecrans himself is an unmixed
+Dutchman, an accursed race which has overrun the vast districts
+<span class="pagenum"><a id="page298" name="page298"></a>(p. 298)</span>of the country of the North-west.... It happens that we
+entertain a greater degree of respect for an Ethiopian in the ranks of
+the Northern armies, than for an odoriferous Dutchman, who can have no
+possible interest in this revolution.</p>
+
+<p>Why not hang every Dutchman captured? We will, hereafter, hang, shoot,
+or imprison for life all white men taken in the command of negroes,
+and enslave the negroes themselves. This is not too harsh. No human
+being will assert the contrary. Why, then, should we not hang a
+Dutchman, who deserves infinitely less of our sympathy than Sambo? The
+live masses of beer, krout, tobacco, and rotten cheese, which, on two
+legs and four (on foot and mounted), go prowling through the South,
+should be used to manure the sandy plains and barren hill-sides of
+Alabama, Tennessee, and Georgia.... Whenever a Dutch regiment adorns
+the limbs of a Southern forest, daring cavalry raids into the South
+shall cease.... President Davis need not be specially consulted; and
+if an accident of this sort should occur to a plundering band, like
+that captured by Forrest, we are not inclined to believe our President
+would be greatly dissatisfied.</p>
+
+<hr class="small">
+
+<p>"My young colored friend," said a benevolent chaplain to a contraband,
+"can you read?"</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, sah," was the reply.</p>
+
+<p>"Glad to hear it. Shall I give you a paper?"</p>
+
+<p>"Sartin, massa, if you please."</p>
+
+<p>"What paper would you choose?" asked the chaplain.</p>
+
+<p>"<span class="italic">If you chews</span>, I'll take a paper of terbacker."</p>
+
+<h3 class="smaller"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page299" name="page299"></a>(p. 299)</span>The Stolen Stars.</h3>
+
+<p class="smaller">[At a dinner party, at which were present Major-General
+     Lewis Wallace, Thomas Buchanan Read, and James E. Murdoch, a
+     conversation sprung up respecting ballads for the soldiers.
+     The General maintained that hardly one had been written
+     suited for the camp. It was agreed that each of them should
+     write one. The following is that by General Wallace:]</p>
+
+<p class="poem30">When good old Father Washington<br>
+<span class="add1em">Was just about to die,</span><br>
+  He called our Uncle Samuel<br>
+<span class="add1em">Unto his bedside nigh;</span><br>
+  "This flag I give you, Sammy, dear,"<br>
+<span class="add1em">Said Washington, said he;</span><br>
+  "Where e'er it floats, on land or wave,<br>
+<span class="add1em">My children shall be free."</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">And fine old Uncle Samuel<br>
+<span class="add1em">He took the flag from him,</span><br>
+  And spread it on a long pine pole,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And prayed, and sung a hymn.</span><br>
+  A pious man was Uncle Sam,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Back fifty years and more;</span><br>
+  The flag should fly till Judgment-day,<br>
+<span class="add1em">So, by the Lord, he swore.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">And well he kept that solemn oath;<br>
+<span class="add1em">He kept it well, and more:</span><br>
+  The thirteen stars first on the flag<br>
+<span class="add1em">Soon grew to thirty-four;</span><br>
+  And every star bespoke a State,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Each State an empire won.</span><br>
+  No brighter were the stars of night<br>
+<span class="add1em">Than those of Washington.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">Beneath that flag two brothers dwelt;<br>
+<span class="add1em">To both 't was very dear;</span><br>
+  The name of one was Puritan,<br>
+<span class="add1em">The other Cavalier.</span><br>
+  <span class="pagenum"><a id="page300" name="page300"></a>(p. 300)</span>"Go, build ye towns," said Uncle Sam,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Unto those brothers dear;</span><br>
+  "Build anywhere, for in the world<br>
+<span class="add1em">You've none but God to fear."</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">"I'll to the South," said Cavalier,<br>
+<span class="add1em">"I'll to the South," said he;</span><br>
+  "I'll to the North," said Puritan,<br>
+<span class="add1em">"The North's the land for me."</span><br>
+  Each took a flag, each left a tear<br>
+<span class="add1em">To good old Uncle Sam;</span><br>
+  He kissed the boys, he kissed the flags,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And, doleful, sung a psalm.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">And in a go-cart Puritan<br>
+<span class="add1em">His worldly goods did lay;</span><br>
+  With wife and gun and dog and ax,<br>
+<span class="add1em">He, singing, went his way.</span><br>
+  Of buckskin was his Sunday suit,<br>
+<span class="add1em">His wife wore linsey-jeans;</span><br>
+  And fat they grew, like porpoises,<br>
+<span class="add1em">On hoe-cake, pork, and beans.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">But Cavalier a Cockney was;<br>
+<span class="add1em">He talked French and Latin;</span><br>
+  Every day he wore broadcloth,<br>
+<span class="add1em">While his wife wore satin.</span><br>
+  He went off in a painted ship&mdash;<br>
+<span class="add1em">In glory he did go;</span><br>
+  A thousand niggers up aloft,<br>
+<span class="add1em">A thousand down below.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">The towns were built, as I've heard said;<br>
+<span class="add1em">Their likes were never seen;</span><br>
+  They filled the North, they filled the South,<br>
+<span class="add1em">They filled the land between.</span><br>
+  "The Lord be praised!" said Puritan;<br>
+<span class="add1em">"Bully!" said Cavalier;</span><br>
+  "There's room and town-lots in the West,<br>
+<span class="add1em">If there isn't any here."</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page301" name="page301"></a>(p. 301)</span>Out to the West they journeyed then,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And in a quarrel got;</span><br>
+  One said 't was his, he knew it was,<br>
+<span class="add1em">The other said 't was not.</span><br>
+  One drew a knife, a pistol t' other,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And dreadfully they swore;</span><br>
+  From Northern lake to Southern gulf<br>
+<span class="add1em">Wild rang the wordy roar.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">All the time good old Uncle Sam<br>
+<span class="add1em">Sat by his fireside near,</span><br>
+  Smokin' of his kinnikinnick,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And drinkin' lager-beer.</span><br>
+  He laughed and quaffed, and quaffed and laughed,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Nor thought it worth his while,</span><br>
+  Until the storm in fury burst<br>
+<span class="add1em">On Sumter's sea-girt isle.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">O'er the waves to the smoking fort,<br>
+<span class="add1em">When came the dewy dawn,</span><br>
+  To see the flag he looked&mdash;and lo!<br>
+<span class="add1em italic">Eleven stars were gone!</span><br>
+  "My pretty, pretty stars," he cried,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And down did roll a tear.</span><br>
+  "I've got your stars, old Fogy Sam,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Ha, ha!" laughed Cavalier.</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">"I've got your stars in my watch-fob;<br>
+<span class="add1em">Come take them if you dare!"</span><br>
+  And Uncle Sam he turned away,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Too full of wrath to swear.</span><br>
+  "Let thunder all the drums!" he cried,<br>
+<span class="add1em">While swelled his soul, like Mars;</span><br>
+  "A million Northern boys I'll get<br>
+<span class="add1em">To bring me home my stars."</span><7p>
+
+<p class="poem30">And on his mare, stout Betsey Jane,<br>
+<span class="add1em">To Northside town he flew;</span><br>
+  The dogs they barked, the bells did ring,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And countless bugles blew.</span><br>
+  <span class="pagenum"><a id="page302" name="page302"></a>(p. 302)</span>"My stolen stars!" cried Uncle Sam,<br>
+<span class="add1em">"My stolen stars!" cried he,</span><br>
+  "A million soldiers I must have<br>
+<span class="add1em">To bring them back to me."</span></p>
+
+<p class="poem30">"Dry up your tears, good Uncle Sam;<br>
+<span class="add1em">Dry up!" said Puritan,</span><br>
+  "We'll bring you home your stolen stars,<br>
+<span class="add1em">Or perish every man!"</span><br>
+  And at the words a million rose,<br>
+<span class="add1em">All ready for the fray;</span><br>
+  And columns formed, like rivers deep,<br>
+<span class="add1em">And Southward marched away.</span></p>
+
+<hr class="small">
+
+<p class="poem30">And still old Uncle Samuel<br>
+<span class="add1em">Sits by his fireside near,</span><br>
+  Smokin' of his kinnikinnick<br>
+<span class="add1em">And drinkin' lager-beer;</span><br>
+  While there's a tremble in the earth,<br>
+<span class="add1em">A gleaming of the sky,</span><br>
+  And the rivers stop to listen<br>
+<span class="add1em">As the million marches by.</span><a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page303" name="page303"></a>(p. 303)</span><a id="debate" name="debate"></a>DEBATE</h2>
+<p class="center resume">between<br>
+Rev. Ebenezer Slabsides and Honorable Felix Garrotte,<br>
+delivered before<br>
+General Rosecrans and the Society of the Toki.</p>
+
+<a id="img007" name="img007"></a>
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/img007.jpg" width="600" height="349" alt="" title="">
+<p class="smcap">Debate between Slabsides and Garrotte.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p class="smaller">The subject of discussion was&mdash;"<span class="smcap">Who deserved the greatest
+     praise: Mr. Columbus, for discovering America, or Mr.
+     Washington, for defending it after it was discovered?</span>" The
+     two characters are personated by an instantaneous change of
+     feature.</p>
+
+<p class="smaller">[The Honorable <span class="smcap">Felix Garrotte</span> arose, and said:]</p>
+
+<p class="smcap">Mr. President, and Gentlemen of this Lyceum:</p>
+
+<p>I suppose the whole country is aware that I take sides with Mr.
+Kerlumbus, and I hope, Mr. President, that I may be allowed to go a
+leetle into detail in regard to the history of my hero. I find, Mr.
+President, after a deal of research, that Mr. Kerlumbus was born in
+the year 1492, at Rome, a small town situated on the banks of the
+Nile, a small creek that takes its rise in the Alps, and flows in a
+south-westerly direction, and empties into the Gulf of Mexico.</p>
+
+<p>Mr. Kerlumbus's parents were poor; his father was a basket-maker, and,
+being in such low circumstances, was unable to give his only son that
+education which his talents and genius demanded. He therefore bound
+him out to a shepherd, who sot him to watchin' swine <span class="pagenum"><a id="page304" name="page304"></a>(p. 304)</span>on the
+banks of the Nile; and it was thar, sir, by a cornstalk and rush-light
+fire, a readin' the history of Robinson Crusoe, that first inspired in
+his youthful breast the seeds of sympathy and ambition. Sympathy for
+what? Why, sir, to rescue that unfortunate hero, Mr. Crusoe, from his
+solitary and lone situation upon the island of Juan Fernandeze, and
+restore him to the bosom of his family in Germany. He accordingly made
+immediate application to Julius Cæsar for two canoes and a yawl, eight
+men, and provisions to last him a three-days' cruise; but, sir, he was
+indignantly refused. He was tuk up the next day and tried by a
+court-martial for treason, and sentenced to two months' banishment
+upon the island of Cuba&mdash;a small island situated in the Mediterranean
+Sea&mdash;which has lately been purchased by the Sons of Malta for Jeff
+Davis.</p>
+
+<p>But, sir, he was not to be intimidated by this harsh and cruel
+treatment. No, sir-ee; on the contrary, he was inspired with renewed
+zeal and energy; and I can put into the mouth of my hero the immortal
+words which Milton spoke to the Duke of Wellington, at the siege of
+Yorktown:</p>
+
+<p class="poem20">"Once more into the breach, dear friends!"</p>
+
+<p>Well, after the tarm of his banishment had expired, he returned to
+Rome, and he found that Cæsar had died again, and that Alexander the
+Great had succeeded him. Well, he made the same demand of Alexander
+that he made of Mr. Cæsar, but he met with a similar denial; but,
+finally, through the intermediation of Cleopatra, (that was Aleck's
+first wife,) he ultimately succeeded.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="page305" name="page305"></a>(p. 305)</span>It is unnecessary for me to go into a detail of his outfit
+and voyage. Suffice it to say, that, after having been tossed about
+upon waves that ran mountain-high, all his crew was lost, except
+himself and a small boy, and they were thrown upon the state of
+insensibility.</p>
+
+<p>Well, when he came-to, he rose up, in the majesty of his strength, and
+found he was upon an island; so he pulled out his red cotton bandana
+handkercher, tied it to a fish-pole, and rared the stake of Alexander,
+and took formal possession of the territory in his name, and he called
+it San Salvador; that was in honor of Cleopatra's eldest daughter.</p>
+
+<p>Well now, you see, Cleopatra was so well pleased with the honor
+conferred upon her daughter, that she migrated to this country for to
+settle; hence you see the long line of distinguished antecedents that
+she left here previously, and they are known as <span class="italic">pat</span>riots, from
+Cleo<span class="italic">patra</span>.</p>
+
+<p>Now, sir, having accomplished the great and paramount object of his
+life, he was ready for to die. The natives, therefore, for intrudin'
+upon their sile, tuk him prisoner, stripped him of his hunting-shirt
+and other clothing, tarred and feathered him, and rid him on a rail!
+Thus perished that truly great and good man, who lived and died for
+mankind. One more remark, Mr. President, and then I am done; and I lay
+it down as a particular pint in my argument. If it had not have been
+for Mr. Kerlumbus, Mr. Washington would never have been born; besides
+all this, Mr. Washington was a coward. With these remarks, I leave the
+floor to abler hands.</p>
+
+<p class="smaller"><span class="pagenum"><a id="page306" name="page306"></a>(p. 306)</span>[Here Mr. <span class="smcap">Slabsides</span> arose, much excited at hearing
+     Mr. Washington called a coward, and said:]</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mr. President</span>: I, sir, for one, am sureptaciously surprised at the
+quiet manner in which you have listened to the base suspersions cast
+upon that glorious and good man. Mr. Washington a coward! Why, sir,
+lockjawed be the mouth that spoke it. Mr. Washington a coward! Mr.
+President, my blood's a-bilin' at the idea. Why, sir, look at him at
+the battle of Tippecanoe! Look at him at the battle of Sarah Gordon!
+Look at him at the battle of New Orleans! Did he display cowardice
+thar, sir, or at any of the similar battles that he fout? I ask you,
+sir, did he display cowardice at the battle of New Orleans?</p>
+
+<p class="smaller">[Mr. <span class="smcap">Garrotte</span> arose, and responded to the question. Said
+     he:]</p>
+
+<p>The gentleman will allow me to correct him, one moment. Mr.
+Washington, sir, never fit the battle of New Orleans. He couldn't have
+fout that battle, for he'd been dead more'n <span class="italic">two weeks</span> afore that ar
+battle was ever fout. He never fit the battle of New Orleans.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mr. Slabsides.</span>&mdash;Will the gentleman&mdash;will Mr. Garrotte please state who
+it was that fit the battle of New Orleans? The gentleman has seen fit
+to interrupt me; will he please to state who it was fit the battle of
+New Orleans?</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Hon. Felix Garrotte.</span>&mdash;If the gentleman will have patience to turn to
+Josephus, or read Benjamin Franklin's History of the Black-Hawk War,
+you will thar learn, sir, that it was General Douglas that fit the
+battle of New Orleans.</p>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">Mr. Slabsides.</span>&mdash;I thank my very learned opponent, <span class="pagenum"><a id="page307" name="page307"></a>(p. 307)</span>not only
+for his instructions, but more especially for his corrections, in
+which he has shown himself totally ignorant of history, men, and
+things. I contend, Mr. President, notwithstanding the gentleman's
+assertion to the contrary, that Mr. Washington not only fit the battle
+of New Orleans, but that he is <span class="italic">alive now</span>, sir! I have only to pint
+you, Mr. President, and gentlemen of this lyceum, to his quiet and
+retired home at <span class="italic">Sandoval</span>, on the banks of the Tombigbee River, whar
+he now resides, conscious of his private worth and of the glorious
+achievements heaped upon his grateful brow by his aged countrymen; and
+allow me to call your attention to the fact that General Douglas never
+fit the battle of New Orleans. He couldn't have fout that battle,
+cause he was dead. Yes, sir, and I can prove it, if you'll have the
+patience to turn and look over Horace Greeley's History of the Kansas
+Hymn-book War; for there you will find that General Douglas, at the
+head of an army of negroes, made a desperate charge on Mason and
+Dixon's line, and Horace said he never breathed afterward.</p>
+
+<p class="smaller">[Hereupon the speaker left in disgust at the ignorance of
+     his opponent.]<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
+
+<h2><span class="pagenum"><a id="page308" name="page308"></a>(p. 308)</span><a id="sermon" name="sermon"></a><span class="smcap">A Sermon from the Harp of a Thousand Strings.</span></h2>
+
+<p class="center resume">preached before General Rosecrans and staff.</p>
+
+<a id="img008" name="img008"></a>
+<div class="figcenter">
+<img src="images/img008.jpg" width="400" height="690" alt="" title="">
+<p class="smcap">The preacher from Hepsidam.</p>
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="smcap">My Beluved Brethering</span>:</p>
+
+<p>I am a plain and unlarnt preacher, of whom you've no doubt heern on
+afore; and I now appear to expound the scripters, and pint out the
+narrow way which leads from a vain world to the streets of the
+Juroosalum; and my tex which I shall choose for the occasion is
+somewhar between the second Chronikills and the last chapter of
+Timothy Titus, and when found you will find it in these words: "And
+they shall gnaw a file, and flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam, whar
+the lion roareth and the whang-doodle mourneth for its first-born."</p>
+
+<p>Now, my beluved brethering, as I have afore told you, I am an
+unedicated man, and know nothing about grammar talk and collidge
+highfaluting; but I'm a plain, unlarnt preacher of the Gospil, what's
+been foreordained, and called to expound the scripters to a dyin'
+world, and prepare a perverse generation for the day of wrath; "for
+they shall gnaw a file, and flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam, whar
+the lion roareth and the whang-doodle mourneth for its first-born."</p>
+
+<p>My beluved brethering, the text says "they shall gnaw a file." It
+don't say they <span class="italic">may</span>, but they <span class="italic">shall</span>. And now, there's more'n one
+kind of file: there's the hand-saw file, rat-tail file, single file,
+double file, and profile; but the kind of file spoken of here isn't
+one of <span class="pagenum"><a id="page309" name="page309"></a>(p. 309)</span>them kind neither, because it's a figger of speech,
+my brethering, and means goin' it alone, getting ukered; "for they
+shall gnaw a file, and flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam, whar the
+lion roareth and the whang-doodle mourneth for its first-born."</p>
+
+<p>And now, there be some here with fine clothes on thar backs, brass
+rings on thar fingers, and lard on thar har, what goes it while
+they're young; and thar be brothers here what, as long as thar
+constitutions and forty-cent whisky last, goes it blind; and thar be
+sisters here what, when they get sixteen years old, cut thar
+tiller-ropes and goes it with a rush. But I say, my brethering, take
+care you don't find, when Gabriel blows his last trump, that you've
+all went it alone and got ukered; "for they shall gnaw a file, and
+flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam."</p>
+
+<p>And, my brethering, there's more dam beside Hepsidam: thar's
+Rotterdam, Haddam, Amsterdam, mill-dam, and don't-care-a-dam; the last
+of which, my dear brethering, is the worst of all, and reminds me of a
+circumstance I once knew in the State of Illinoy. There was a man what
+built him a mill on the east fork of Auger Creek, and it was a good
+mill, and ground a site of grain; but the man what built it was a
+miserable sinner, and never give any thing to the church; and, my
+brethering, one night thar come a dreadful storm of wind and rain, and
+the fountains of the great deep was broken up, and the waters rushed
+down and swept that man's mill-dam into kingdom come, and, lo, and
+behold! in the morning, when he got up, he found he was not worth a
+dam. Now, my young brethering, when storms of temptation overtake ye,
+take care you <span class="pagenum"><a id="page310" name="page310"></a>(p. 310)</span>don't fall from grace, and become like that
+mill&mdash;not worth a dam; "for they shall gnaw a file, and flee unto the
+mountains of Hepsidam, whar the lion roareth and the whang-doodle
+mourneth for its first-born."</p>
+
+<p>"Whar the whang-doodle mourneth for its first-born." This part of the
+tex, my brethering, is another figger of speech, and isn't to be taken
+as it says. It doesn't mean the howlin' wilderness whar John the
+Hard-shell Baptist was fed on locusts and wild asses; but it means, my
+brethering, the city of New Yorleans, whar corn is worth six bits a
+bushel one day, and nary red the next; whar gamblers, thieves, and
+pickpockets go skiting about the streets like weasels in a barnyard;
+whar they have cream-colored hosses, gilded carriages, marble saloons
+with brandy and sugar in 'em; whar honest men are scarcer than hens'
+teeth; and whar a strange woman once tuk in your beluved preacher, and
+bamboozled him out of two hundred and twenty-seven dollars; but she
+can't do it again, hallelujah! For "they shall gnaw a file, and flee
+unto the mountains of Hepsidam, whar the lion roareth and the
+whang-doodle mourneth for its first-born."</p>
+
+<p>Brother Flint will please pass round the hat, and let every Hard-shell
+shell out.<a href="#toc" title="Go to Table of Contents"><span class="smaller">[Back to Contents]</span></a></p>
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Incidents of the War: Humorous, Pathetic,
+and Descriptive, by Alf Burnett
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: Incidents of the War: Humorous, Pathetic, and Descriptive
+
+Author: Alf Burnett
+
+Release Date: December 4, 2007 [EBook #23733]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK INCIDENTS OF THE WAR: ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by David Edwards, Christine P. Travers and the
+Online Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net
+(This book was produced from scanned images of public
+domain material from the Google Print project.)
+
+
+
+
+
+[Transcriber's note: Obvious printer's errors have been corrected, all
+other inconsistencies are as in the original. Author's spelling has
+been maintained.
+
+Page 204: A word was missing after "The Major was right, for a little"
+"while" has been added.
+
+Bold words are marked with =.]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Alf BURNETT. From A Photograph By Winder.]
+
+
+
+
+                    INCIDENTS OF THE WAR:
+
+                     Humorous, Pathetic,
+
+                            and
+
+                        Descriptive.
+
+
+                            By
+
+                        ALF BURNETT,
+
+         Comic Delineator, Army Correspondent, Humorist,
+                         Etc., Etc.
+
+
+
+
+                        CINCINNATI:
+               RICKEY & CARROLL, PUBLISHERS,
+                  73 WEST FOURTH STREET.
+                           1863.
+
+
+
+
+  Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1863, by
+                     RICKEY & CARROLL,
+  In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the United
+         States for the Southern District of Ohio.
+
+
+
+
+                    Stereotyped at the
+                  Franklin Type Foundry,
+                       CINCINNATI.
+
+
+
+
+SKETCH OF THE AUTHOR.
+
+By Enos B. Reed.
+
+
+The author of the following sketches, letters, etc., has been known to
+us for lo, these many years. We have always found him "a fellow of
+infinite jest," and one who, "though troubles assailed," always looked
+upon the bright side of life, leaving its reverse to those who could
+not behold the silver lining to the darkling clouds of their moral
+horizon. We could fill a good-sized volume with anecdotes illustrating
+the humorous in Mr. Burnett's composition, and his keen appreciation
+of the grotesque and ludicrous--relating how he has, many a time and
+oft, "set the table in a roar," by his quaint sayings and the peculiar
+manner in which they were said; but we are "admonished to be brief,"
+four pages only being allotted to "do up" the veritable "Don
+Alfredus," better known by the familiar appellation "Alf."
+
+Mr. Burnett has been a resident of Cincinnati for the past
+twenty-seven years, his parents removing thereto from Utica, New York,
+in 1836. Alf, at the Utica Academy, in his earliest youth, was quite
+noted as a declaimer; his "youth but gave promise of the man," Mr. B.,
+at the present time, standing without a peer in his peculiar line of
+declamation and oratory. In 1845, he traveled with Professor De
+Bonneville, giving his wonderful rendition of "The Maniac," so as to
+attract the attention of the _literati_ throughout the country.
+
+Perhaps one great reason for Mr. Burnett's adopting his present
+profession was a remark made by the celebrated tragedian, Edwin
+Forrest. Mr. B. had been invited to meet Mr. Forrest at the residence
+of S. S. Smith, Esq. Mr. Burnett gave several readings, which caused
+Mr. Forrest to make the remark, that "Mr. B. had but to step upon the
+stage to reach fortune and renown." "Upon this hint" Mr. B. acted, and
+at once entered upon the duties of his arduous profession. In his
+readings and recitations he soon discovered that it was imperative, to
+insure a pleasant entertainment, that humor should be largely mingled
+with pathos; hence, he introduced a series of droll and comical
+pieces, in the rendition of which he is acknowledged to have no equal.
+As a mimic and ventriloquist he stands preeminent, and his
+entertainment is so varied with pathos, wit, and humor, that an
+evening's amusement of wonderful versatility is afforded.
+
+Mr. Burnett is a remarkably ready writer--too ready, to pay that care
+and attention to the "rules," which is considered, and justly so, to
+be indispensable to a correct writer. To illustrate the rapidity with
+which he composes, we have but to repeat a story, which a mutual
+friend relates. He met Alf, one afternoon, about five o'clock, he
+being announced to deliver an original poem in the evening, of
+something less than a hundred verses. In the midst of the conversation
+which ensued, Alf suddenly recollected that he had not written a line
+thereof, and, making his excuses, declared he must go home and write
+up the "_little affair_." In the evening a voluminous poem was
+forthcoming, Alf, in all probability, having "done it up" in half an
+hour "by Shrewsbury clock."
+
+Mr. Burnett has contributed various poems to the literature of the
+country, which have stamped him as being possessed of a more than
+ordinary share of the divine afflatus. Among them is "The Sexton's
+Spade," which has gained a world-wide celebrity. The writer has been
+connected with Mr. Burnett in the publication of two or three papers,
+which, somehow or other, never won their way into popular favor:
+either the public had very bad taste, or the "combined forces" had not
+the ability to please, or the perseverance to continue until success
+crowned their labors.
+
+In the commencement of the war, Mr. Burnett was on a tour of the
+State, in the full tide of prosperity. Immediately after Sumter fell,
+he summoned to him, by telegraph, his traveling agent, together with
+Mr. George Humphreys, who had, as an assistant, been with him for
+years. A consultation was held, which resulted in the determination of
+all three to enlist in the service of their country. The agent
+repaired to Chillicothe and joined the 27th Ohio; Humphreys joined the
+5th Ohio, and Mr. Burnett enlisted as high private in the 6th Ohio,
+and served with his regiment in West Virginia, throughout that
+memorable campaign.
+
+Mr. Burnett was subsequently engaged by the Cincinnati _Press_,
+_Times_, and _Commercial_, as war correspondent. His letters were read
+with great avidity, and were replete with wit, humor, and interesting
+anecdote. His extensive acquaintance enabled him to gather the
+earliest information, and his letters were always considered among the
+most reliable. A number of them will be found in the succeeding pages.
+
+That "Incidents of the War" will be found instructive and
+entertaining, we can but believe, although Mr. Burnett's professional
+engagements precluded the possibility of his devoting that time and
+attention to its preparation which was almost imperative. It lays no
+particular claim to merit as a literary production--being a collection
+of letters and incidents, which Mr. B.'s publishers thought would be
+palatable to the public in their present form.
+
+In the volume will be found several pieces for the superior rendition
+of which Mr. Burnett has been highly extolled. At the close will be
+found a famous debate, which, although not an incident of the war, is
+peculiarly spirited, and was delivered by Mr. Burnett before General
+Rosecrans.
+
+For the graphic illustrations accompanying the volume, Mr. Burnett is
+indebted to Messrs. Jones & Hart, engravers, and Messrs. Ball &
+Thomas, photographic artists.
+
+Mr. Burnett is still engaged in giving readings and recitations, in
+city and village, and, since the death of Winchell, stands almost
+alone in his profession. Upon a visit to England, some years since, he
+gained the praise of the English press and public, as a correct
+delineator of the passions, mimic, and humorist. He is never so well
+pleased as when before an audience, and receiving the applause of the
+judicious.
+
+In conclusion, let us hope that "Incidents of the War" may be welcomed
+by that large number who have had relatives in the armies of the
+Union, and whose names may, perchance, be found in its pages, while we
+know the numerous friends of Mr. Burnett will hail its appearance with
+unfeigned delight.
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS.
+
+
+                                                                  PAGE
+     CHAPTER I                                                      13
+
+     Preparatory Remarks -- Camp-Life -- Incidents of the Battle
+     of Perryville -- Brigadier-General Lytle -- Captain
+     McDougal, of the 3d Ohio -- Colonel Loomis -- After the
+     Battle -- Rebels Playing 'Possum -- Skeered! That Aint no
+     Name for it -- Camp Fun, in a Burlesque Letter to a Friend.
+
+     CHAPTER II                                                     23
+
+     General Nelson -- The General and the Pie-Women -- The
+     Watchful Sentinel of the 2d Kentucky -- The Wagon-Master of
+     the 17th Indiana -- Death of General Nelson -- His Funeral
+     -- Colonel Nick Anderson's Opinion of Nelson.
+
+     CHAPTER III                                                    37
+
+     Description of a Battle -- The 2d Ohio (Colonel Harris) at
+     Perryville -- Major-General McCook's Report -- Major-General
+     Rousseau's Report -- Sketch of Major-General A. McD. McCook.
+
+     CHAPTER IV                                                     47
+
+     Looking for the Body of a Dead Nephew on the Field of
+     Murfreesboro -- The 6th Ohio at Murfreesboro -- The Dead of
+     the 6th -- The 36th Indiana -- Putting Contrabands to Some
+     Service -- Anxiety of Owners to Retain their Slaves --
+     Conduct of a Mistress -- "Don't Shoot, Massa, here I Is!" --
+     Kidd's Safeguard -- "Always Been a Union Man" -- Negroes
+     Exhibiting their Preference for their Friends.
+
+     CHAPTER V                                                      57
+
+     Cutting Down a Rebel's Reserved Timber -- Home again --
+     Loomis and his Coldwater Battery -- Secession Poetry --
+     Heavy Joke on an "Egyptian" Regiment.
+
+     CHAPTER VI                                                     64
+
+     General Turchin -- Mrs. General Turchin in Command of the
+     Vanguard of the 19th Illinois -- The 18th Ohio at Athens --
+     Children and Fools always Tell the Truth -- Picket Talk --
+     About Soldiers Voting -- Captain Kirk's Line of Battle.
+
+     CHAPTER VII                                                    70
+
+     Comic Scenes -- Importation of Yankees -- Wouldn't Go Round
+     -- Major Boynton and the Chicken -- Monotony of Camp-Life --
+     Experience on a Scouting Expedition -- Larz Anderson, Esq.,
+     in Camp -- A Would-be Secessionist Caught in his Own Trap --
+     Guthrie Gray Bill of Fare for a Rebel "Reception" -- Pic
+     Russell among the Snakes.
+
+     CHAPTER VIII                                                   80
+
+     Fun in the 123d Ohio -- A Thrilling Incident of the War --
+     General Kelley -- Vote under Strange Circumstances -- Die,
+     but never Surrender.
+
+     CHAPTER IX                                                     87
+
+     Our Hospitals -- No Hope -- A Short and Simple Story -- A
+     Soldier's Pride -- The Last Letter -- Soldierly Sympathy --
+     The Hospitals at Gallatin, and their Ministering Angels.
+
+     CHAPTER X                                                      99
+
+     Sports in Camp -- Anecdote of the 63d Ohio and Colonel
+     Sprague -- Soldier's Dream of Home -- The Wife's Reply.
+
+     CHAPTER XI                                                    107
+
+     The Atrocities of Slavery -- The Beauties of the Peculiar
+     Institution -- A few Well-substantiated Facts -- Visit to
+     Gallatin, Tennessee.
+
+     CHAPTER XII                                                   124
+
+     General Schofield -- Colonel Durbin Ward -- Colonel Connell
+     -- Women in Breeches -- Another Incident of the War -- Negro
+     Sermon.
+
+     CHAPTER XIII                                                  135
+
+     Letter from Cheat Mountain -- the Women of the South --
+     Gilbert's Brigade.
+
+     CHAPTER XIV                                                   143
+
+     Confessions of a Fat Man -- Home-Guard -- The Negro on the
+     Fence -- A Camp Letter of Early Times -- "Sweetharts"
+     against War.
+
+     CHAPTER XV                                                    156
+
+     The Winter Campaign in Virginia -- Didn't Know of the
+     Rebellion -- General W. H. Lytle -- Drilling -- A Black
+     Nightingale's Song.
+
+     CHAPTER XVI                                                   167
+
+     Old Stonnicker and Colonel Marrow, of 3d Ohio -- General
+     Garnett and his Dogs -- "Are You the Col-o-nel of this
+     Post?" -- Profanity in the Army -- High Price of Beans in
+     Camp -- A Little Game of "Draw."
+
+     CHAPTER XVII                                                  172
+
+     Hard on the Sutler: Spiritualism Tried -- A Specimen of
+     Southern Poetry -- Singular -- March to Nashville -- General
+     Steadman Challenged by a Woman -- Nigger Question -- "Rebels
+     Returning."
+
+     CHAPTER XVIII                                                 181
+
+     Going into Battle -- Letter to the Secesh -- General
+     Garfield, Major-General Rosecrans's Chief of Staff --
+     General Lew Wallace -- The Siege of Cincinnati -- Parson
+     Brownlow -- Colonel Charles Anderson.
+
+     CHAPTER XIX                                                   188
+
+     An Episode of the War -- Laughable Incident -- Old Mrs.
+     Wiggles on Picket Duty -- General Manson -- God Bless the
+     Soldiers -- Negro's Pedigree of Abraham Lincoln -- A Middle
+     Tennessee Preacher -- A Laconic Speech.
+
+     CHAPTER XX                                                    194
+
+     Union Men Scarce -- How They Are Dreaded -- Incidents -- The
+     Wealthy Secessionists and Poor Union Widows -- The John
+     Morgans of Rebellion -- A Contraband's Explanation of the
+     Mystery -- Accident at the South Tunnel -- Impudence of the
+     Rebels -- A Pathetic Appeal, etc.
+
+     CHAPTER XXI                                                   201
+
+     A Friendly Visit for Corn into an Egyptian Country -- Ohio
+     Regiments -- "Corn or Blood" -- "Fanny Battles" -- The
+     Constitution Busted in Several Places -- Edicts against
+     Dinner-horns, by Colonel Brownlow's Cavalry -- A Signal
+     Station Burned -- Two Rebel Aids Captured.
+
+     CHAPTER XXII                                                  207
+
+     Reward for a Master -- Turning the Tables -- Dan Boss and
+     his Adventure -- Major Pic Russell -- A Visit to the
+     Outposts with General Jeff C. Davis -- Rebel Witticisms --
+     Hight Igo, Ye Eccentric Quarter-Master -- Fling Out to the
+     Breeze, Boys.
+
+     CHAPTER XXIII                                                 216
+
+     Defense of the Conduct of the German Regiments at Hartsville
+     -- To the Memory of Captain W. Y. Gholson -- Colonel Toland
+     vs. Contraband Whisky.
+
+     CHAPTER XXIV                                                  222
+
+     War and Romance -- Colonel Fred Jones -- Hanging in the Army
+     -- General A. J. Smith vs. Dirty Guns.
+
+     CHAPTER XXV                                                   232
+
+     A Trip into the Enemy's Country -- The Rebels twice Driven
+     back by General Steadman -- Incidents of the Charge of the
+     1st Tennessee Cavalry, under Major Tracy -- The 35th and 9th
+     Ohio in the Fight -- Colonel Moody and the 74th Ohio --
+     Colonel Moody on the Battle-field.
+
+     CHAPTER XXVI                                                  240
+
+     A Wedding in the Army -- A Bill of Fare in Camp -- Dishonest
+     Female Reb -- Private Cupp -- To the 13th Ohio.
+
+     CHAPTER XXVII                                                 248
+
+     The Oath -- A Conservative Darkey's Opinion of Yankees --
+     Visit to the Graves of Ohio and Indiana Boys -- Trip from
+     Murfreesboro to Louisville -- Nashville Convalescents -- A
+     Death in the Hospital -- Henry Lovie Captured.
+
+     CHAPTER XXVIII                                                256
+
+     General Steadman Superseded by General Schofield, of
+     Missouri -- Colonel Brownlow's Regiment -- His Bravery -- A
+     Rebel Officer Killed by a Woman -- Discontent in East
+     Tennessee -- Picket Duty and its Dangers -- A Gallant Deed
+     and a Chivalrous Return.
+
+     CHAPTER XXIX                                                  263
+
+     An Incident at Holly Springs, Miss. -- The Raid by Van Dorn
+     -- Cincinnati Cotton-Dealers in Trouble -- Troubles of a
+     Reporter.
+
+     CHAPTER XXX                                                   268
+
+     A Reporter's Idea of Mules -- Letter from Kentucky --
+     Chaplain Gaddis Turns Fireman -- Gaddis and the Secesh
+     Grass-Widow.
+
+     CHAPTER XXXI                                                  279
+
+     A Visit to the 1st East Tennessee Cavalry -- A Proposed
+     Sermon -- Its Interruption -- How ye Preacher is Bamboozled
+     out of $15 and a Gold Watch -- Cavalry on the Brain -- Old
+     Stonnicker Drummed Out of Camp -- Now and Then.
+
+     CHAPTER XXXII                                                 289
+
+     An Incident of the 5th O. V. I. -- How to Avoid the Draft --
+     Keep the Soldiers' Letters -- New Use of Blood-hounds --
+     Proposition to Hang the Dutch Soldiers -- The Stolen Stars.
+
+     Debate Between Slabsides and Garrotte.                        303
+
+     Sermon From "Harp of a Thousand Strings."                     308
+
+
+
+
+LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.
+
+
+     PORTRAIT OF ALF BURNETT.
+
+     SKEERED! THAT AINT NO NAME FOR IT.
+
+     RUNAWAY SCRAPE IN VIRGINIA.
+
+     SPORTS IN CAMP.
+
+     FAT VOLUNTEER.
+
+     OLD STONNICKER DRUMMED OUT OF CAMP.
+
+     DEBATE BETWEEN SLABSIDES AND GARROTTE.
+
+     SERMON--"HARP OF A THOUSAND STRINGS."
+
+
+
+
+INCIDENTS OF THE WAR.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I.
+
+     Preparatory Remarks -- Camp-Life -- Incidents of the Battle
+     of Perryville -- Brigadier-General Lytle -- Captain
+     McDougal, of the 3d Ohio -- Colonel Loomis -- After the
+     Battle -- Rebels Playing 'Possum -- Skeered! That Aint no
+     Name for it.
+
+
+In a two-years' connection with the army, a man with the most ordinary
+capacity for garnering up the humorous stories of camp may find his
+_repertoire_ overflowing with the most versatile of incidents. A
+connection with the daily press is, however, of great service,
+especially as a letter-writer is expected to know all that occurs in
+camp--and _more too_!
+
+The stories that I shall relate are no fictions, but veritable facts,
+to most of which I was myself an eye-witness.
+
+The hardships of camp-life have been so often depicted by other pens
+that it will be unnecessary for me to bring them anew before the
+public. A few jolly spirits in a regiment frequently sway the crowd,
+and render the hours pleasant to the boys which otherwise would prove
+exceedingly wearisome; and many a surgeon has remarked, that it would
+amply remunerate Government to hire good, wholesome amusement for the
+benefit of the soldiers when not on active duty. Frequently, when
+visiting various hospitals, have I noticed the brightening eye of the
+patients as I have told them some laughable incident, or given an
+hour's amusement to the crowd of convalescents--a far preferable dose,
+they told me, to quinine. A word of praise to the suffering hero is of
+great value.
+
+I remember, the day after the battle of Perryville, visiting the
+hospital of which Dr. Muscroft was surgeon. I had assisted all day in
+bringing in the wounded from the field-hospital, in the rear of the
+battle-ground. The boys of the 10th and 3d Ohio were crowded into a
+little church, each pew answering for a private apartment for a
+wounded man. One of the surgeons in attendance requested me to assist
+in holding a patient while his leg was being amputated. This was my
+first trial, but the sight of the crowd of wounded had rendered my
+otherwise sensitive nerves adamant, and as the knife was hastily
+plunged, the circle-scribe and the saw put to its use, the limb off,
+scarce a groan escaped the noble fellow's lips. Another boy of the
+10th had his entire right cheek cut off by a piece of a shell,
+lacerating his tongue in the most horrible manner: this wound had to
+be dressed, and again my assistance was required, and I could but
+notice the exhilarating effect a few words of praise that I bestowed
+upon his powers of endurance had. This was invariably the case with
+all those whom it was my painful duty to assist. The effect of a few
+words of praise seemed quite magical.
+
+Men frequently fight on, though severely wounded, so great is the
+excitement of battle, and I am cognizant of several instances of men
+fainting from loss of blood, who did not know they were wounded,
+until, several minutes afterward, they were brought to a realization
+of the fact through a peculiar dizzy, sickening feeling.
+Brigadier-General (then Colonel) Lytle, who commanded a brigade during
+that battle, it is said, by boys who were near him, after the severe
+wound he received, fought on several minutes. A field-officer, whose
+name I have forgotten, being shot from his horse, requested to be
+lifted back into the saddle, and died shortly afterward. Captain
+McDougal, of Newark, Ohio, commanding a company in the 3d Ohio, who,
+with sword upraised, and cheering on his noble boys, received a fatal
+shot, actually stepped some eight or ten paces before falling. Colonel
+Loomis, of the celebrated Loomis Battery, who did such service in that
+engagement, says he saw no dead about him; yet there they lay, within
+a few feet of his battery. Loomis at one time sighted one of his
+favorite pieces, taking what he called a "fair, square, deliberate
+aim," and, sure enough, he knocked over the rebel gun, throwing it
+some feet in the air; at the sight of which he was so elated that he
+fairly jumped with delight, and cheer after cheer rang out from the
+men of his command, and it was not until a whizzing shot from the
+remaining guns of the rebels' battery warned him that they were not
+yet conquered, that his boys were again put to work, and eventually
+quieted their noisy antagonists. At one time, during that fight, the
+rebels tried to charge up the hill from "Bottom's farm-house," but
+were repulsed. At that time the 10th and 3d Ohio, aided by the 15th
+Kentucky Regiment, were holding the eminence; the rebels were
+protected by a stone wall that skirted the entire meandering creek,
+giving them, at times, the advantage of an enfilading fire; our boys
+were partly covered by what was known as "Bottom's barn." Many of our
+wounded had crawled into this barn for protection, but a rebel shell
+exploding directly among the hay set the barn on fire, and several of
+our poor wounded boys perished in the flames.
+
+Colonel Reed, of Delaware, Ohio, was in command at Perryville, some
+time after the battle, and it is a disgraceful fact that the rebels
+left their dead unburied. At one spot, in a ravine, they had piled up
+thirty bodies in one heap, and thrown a lot of cornstalks over them;
+and on the Springfield road, to the right, as you entered the town of
+Perryville, a regular line of skirmishers lay dead, each one about ten
+paces from the other; they had evidently been shot instantly dead, and
+had fallen in their tracks; and there they laid for four days. One, a
+fine-looking man, with large, black, bushy whiskers, was within a few
+yards of the toll-gate keeper's house, (himself and family residing
+there,) who, apparently, was too lazy to dig a grave for the reception
+of the rebel's body.
+
+As a matter of course, the first duty is to the wounded, but these
+people seemed to pay no attention to either dead or wounded. And it
+was not until a peremptory order from Colonel Reed was issued, that
+the rebel-sympathizing citizens condescended to go out and bury their
+Confederate friends; and this was accomplished by digging a deep hole
+beside the corpse, and the diggers, taking a couple of fence-rails,
+would pry the body over and let it fall to the bottom: thus these
+poor, deluded wretches found a receptacle in mother Earth.
+
+Accompanied by Mr. A. Seward, the special correspondent of the
+Philadelphia _Inquirer_, the day after the fight I visited an
+improvised hospital in the woods in the rear of the battle-ground.
+There we found some twenty Secesh, who had strayed from their command,
+and were playing sick and wounded to anybody who came along. They had
+guards out watching, and, as I suspected they were playing sharp, I
+bethought me of trying "diamond cut diamond;" so I dismounted, and
+having on a Kentucky-jeans coat, I ventured a "HOW-DE, BOYS?"
+
+They eyed us pretty severely, and ventured the remark that they needed
+food, and would like some coffee or sugar for the wounded boys. I went
+inside the log-house, telling them I would send some down; that we
+were farming close by there; "Dry-fork" was the place; we would send
+them bread. After we had gained their confidence, they wanted to know
+how they could get out of the State without being captured; said they
+had not been taken yet, although several of the Yanks had been there;
+but the "d--d fools" thought they were already paroled.
+
+We told them that as soon as they got well we would pilot them safely
+out. They said they had already been promised citizens' clothing by
+Mrs. Thompson and some other rebel ladies. They then openly confessed
+that there was only one of them wounded, and that they had used his
+bloody rags for arm-bandages and head-bandages only for the brief
+period when they were visited by _suspicious_-looking persons; but,
+as we were all right, they had no hesitancy in telling us they were
+part of Hardee's corps, and were left there by accident when the rebel
+forces marched.
+
+By a strange _accident_ they were all taken prisoners that afternoon
+by a dozen Federal prowlers, who kindly took them in out of the wet.
+
+
+SKEERED! THAT AINT NO NAME FOR IT.
+
+About a mile and a half to the rear of the field of battle there
+stands, in a large, open field, a solitary log-house containing two
+rooms. The house is surrounded by a fence inclosing a small patch of
+ground. The chimney had been partly torn away by a cannon-ball. A
+shell had struck the roof of the building, ripping open quite a gutter
+in the rafters. A dead horse lay in the little yard directly in front
+of the house, actually blocking up the doorway, while shot and shell
+were scattered in every direction about the field in front and rear of
+this solitary homestead. I dismounted, determined to see who or what
+was in the house--
+
+  "Darkness there, and nothing more."
+
+A board had been taken from the floor, exhibiting a large hole between
+two solid beams or logs. An empty bedstead, a wooden cupboard, and
+three chairs were all the furniture the house contained. Hurrying
+across the field, we caught up with a long, lank, lean woman. She had
+two children with her: a little boy about nine, and a girl about four
+years of age. The woman had a table upon her head. The table, turned
+upside down, contained a lot of bedding. She had a bucket full of
+crockery-ware in one hand, and was holding on to the table with the
+other. The children were loaded down with household furniture of great
+convenience. As it was growing dark, I inquired the nearest road to
+Perryville. The woman immediately unloaded her head, and pointing the
+direction, set one leg on the table, and yelled to the boy--
+
+"Whoray up, Jeems; you are so slow!"
+
+"How far is it, madam?"
+
+"O, about a mile and a half. It aint more nor that, no how."
+
+"Who lived in that house?" said I, pointing to the log-cabin I had
+just left.
+
+"I did."
+
+"Were you there during the fight?"
+
+"Guess I was."
+
+"Where was your husband?"
+
+"He wor dead."
+
+"Was he killed in the battle?"
+
+"No; he died with the measles."
+
+"Why didn't you leave when you found there was going to be a fight?"
+
+"I did start for to go, but I seed the Yankees comin' thick, and I
+hurried back t'other way; and jest as I e'enamost got to the brush
+yonder, I seed the 'Confeds' jest a swarmin' out of the woods. So,
+seeing I was between two fires, I rund back to the house."
+
+"Wasn't you afraid you'd be killed?"
+
+"Guess I was."
+
+"What did you do when they commenced firing?"
+
+"I cut a hole in the floor with the ax, and hid between the jists."
+
+"Did they fight long upon your ground?"
+
+"It seemed to me like it wor TWO WEEKS."
+
+"You must have been pretty well scared; were you not?"
+
+"Humph! _skeered!_ Lor bless you, _skeered! That aint no name for
+it!_"
+
+
+CAMP FUN IN A BURLESQUE LETTER TO A FRIEND.
+
+The other morning I was standing by Billy Briggs, in our tent.
+
+"Hand me them scabbards, Jimmy," said he.
+
+"Scabbards!" said I, looking round.
+
+"Yes; boots, I mean. I wonder if these boots were any relation to that
+beef we ate yesterday. If they will only prove as tough, they'll last
+me a long time. I say, Cradle!" he called out, "where are you?"
+
+Cradle was our contraband, with a foot of extraordinary length, and
+heel to match.
+
+"What do you call him Cradle for?" I inquired.
+
+"What would _you_ call him? If he aint a cradle, what's he got rockers
+on for?"
+
+Cradle made his appearance, with a pair of perforated stockings.
+
+"It's no use," said Billy, looking at them. "Them stockings will do to
+put on a sore throat, but won't do for feet. It is humiliating for a
+man like me to be without stockings. A man may be bald-headed, and
+it's genteel; but to be barefooted, it's ruination. The legs are good,
+too," he added, thoughtfully, "but the feet are gone. There is
+something about the heels of stockings and the elbows of stove-pipes,
+in this world, that is all wrong, Jimmy."
+
+A supply of stockings had come that day, and were just being given
+out. A pair of very large ones fell to Billy's lot. Billy held them up
+before him.
+
+"Jimmy," said he, "these are pretty bags to give a little fellow like
+me. Them stockings was knit for the President, or a young gorilla,
+certain!" and he was about to bestow them upon Cradle, when a soldier,
+in the opposite predicament, made an exchange. "Them stockings made me
+think of the prisoner I scared so the other day," said Billy.
+
+"How's that?" said I.
+
+"He saw a big pair of red leggings, with feet, hanging up before our
+tent. He never said a word, till he saw the leggings, and then he
+asked me what they were for. 'Them!' said I, 'them's General Banks's
+stockings.' He looked scared. 'He's a big man, is General Banks,' said
+I, 'but then he ought to be, the way he lives.' 'How?' said he. 'Why,'
+said I, 'his regular diet is bricks buttered with mortar.'"
+
+The next day Billy got a present of a pair of stockings from a lady; a
+nice, soft pair, with his initials, in red silk, upon them. He was
+very happy. "Jimmy," said he, "just look at 'em," and he smoothed them
+down with his hand--"marked with my initials, too; 'B,' for my
+Christian name, and 'W' for my heathen name. How kind! They came just
+in the right time, too; I've got such a sore heel."
+
+Orders came to "fall in." Billy was so overjoyed with his new
+stockings he didn't keep the line well.
+
+"Steady, there!" growled the sergeant; "keep your place, and don't be
+moving round like the Boston post-office!"
+
+We were soon put upon the double-quick. After a few minutes, Billy
+gave a groan.
+
+"What is it, Billy?" said I.
+
+"It's all up with 'em," said he.
+
+I didn't know what he meant, but his face showed something bad had
+happened. When we broke ranks and got to the tent, he looked the
+picture of despair--shoes in hand, and his heels shining through his
+stockings like two crockery door-knobs.
+
+"Them new stockings of yours is breech-loading, aint they, Billy?"
+said an unfeeling volunteer.
+
+"Better get your name on both ends, so that you can keep 'em
+together," said another.
+
+"Shoddy stockings," said a third.
+
+Billy was silent. I saw his heart was breaking, and I said nothing. We
+held a council on them, and Billy, not feeling strong-hearted enough
+for the task, gave them to Cradle to sew up the small holes.
+
+I saw him again before supper; he came to me looking worse than ever,
+the stockings in his hand.
+
+"Jimmy," said he, "you know I gave them to Cradle, and told him to sew
+up the small holes; and what do you think he has done? He's gone and
+sewed up the heads."
+
+"It's a hard case, Billy; in such cases, tears are almost
+justifiable."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II.
+
+     General Nelson -- The General and the Pie-Women -- The
+     Watchful Sentinel of the 2d Kentucky -- The Wagon-Master of
+     the 17th Indiana -- Death of General Nelson -- His Funeral
+     -- Colonel Nick Anderson's Opinion of Nelson.
+
+
+A great many stories have been told about General Nelson, with whom
+the writer was upon the most intimate terms. That Nelson was a noble,
+warm-hearted, companionable man, those even most opposed to his rough
+manner, at times, will readily admit.
+
+Nelson was strongly attached to the 6th Ohio. From his very first
+acquaintance he said he fell in love with it, and his feeling was
+reciprocated, for the 6th was as ardently devoted to him.
+
+At Camp Wickliffe the General was very much annoyed by women coming
+into his camp, and he had given strict orders that none should be
+admitted on the following Sunday, as he intended reviewing the
+division that day. His chagrin and rage can only be imagined by those
+who knew him, when, upon this veritable occasion, he saw at least
+thirty women huddled together, on mares, mules, jacks, jennies, and
+horses. The General rode hastily to Lieutenant Southgate, exclaiming--
+
+"Captain Southgate, I thought I ordered that no more of those d--d
+women should come into my camp. What are they doing here?"
+
+"I promulgated your order, General," replied Captain Southgate.
+
+"Well, by ----, what are they here for?" and riding up to the bevy of
+women in lathed and split bonnets, he inquired, in a ferocious manner,
+"What in ---- are all you women doing here?"
+
+Now, the party was pretty well frightened, but there was one with more
+daring than the rest, who sidled up to the General, and, with what was
+intended to be a smile, (but the General said he never saw a more
+"sardonic grin" in his life,) she answered for the party, and said:
+
+"_Sellin' pies, Gin'ral._"
+
+"Selling pies, eh! Selling pies, eh! Let me see 'em; let me see 'em,
+quick!"
+
+The woman untied one end of a bolster-slip, and thrust her arm down
+the sack, and brought forth a specimen of the article, which Nelson
+seized, and vainly endeavored to break. It was like leather. The
+General gave it a sudden twist and broke it in two, when out dropped
+three or four pieces of dried apple.
+
+"By ----, madam, you call them pies, do you? Pies, eh! Those things
+are just what are _giving all my boys the colic_! Get out of this camp
+every one of you! Clear yourselves!"
+
+The camp was thus cleared of pie-venders, who escaped on the
+double-quick.
+
+[Illustration: Skeered! That ain't no name for it. See page 18.]
+
+General Nelson was a strict disciplinarian, and frequently tested his
+pickets by a personal visit. Upon one occasion he rode through a
+drenching rain to the outposts; it was a dark night, and mud and
+water were knee-deep in some parts of the road. A portion of the 2d
+Kentucky was on guard, and as the General rode up he met the stern
+"Halt" of the sentinel, and the usual "Who comes there?"
+
+"General Nelson," was the reply.
+
+"Dismount, General Nelson, and give the countersign," was the
+sentinel's command.
+
+"Do you know who you are talking to, sir? I tell you I am your
+General, and you have the impudence to order me to dismount, you
+scoundrel!"
+
+"Dismount, and give the countersign, or I will fire upon you," was the
+stern rejoinder.
+
+And Nelson did dismount, and gave the countersign, and at the same
+time inquired the sentinel's name, and to what regiment he belonged.
+The following day the man was sent for, to appear forthwith at
+head-quarters. The soldier went with great trepidation, anticipating
+severe treatment from the General for the previous night's conduct.
+Imagine his surprise when the General invited him in, complimented him
+highly, in the presence of his officers, and requested, if at any time
+he required any service from him, to just mention that he was the
+soldier of the 2d Kentucky who had made him dismount in mud and rain,
+and give the countersign.
+
+On another occasion he was riding along the road, and was accosted by
+two waggish members of the 6th Ohio.
+
+"Hallo! mister," said one of the boys, "won't you take a drink?"
+
+"Where are you soldiers going to?" inquired the General.
+
+"O, just over here a little bit."
+
+"What regiment do you belong to?"
+
+"Sixth Ohio."
+
+"Well, get back to your camp, quick!"
+
+The boys, although they knew him well, took advantage of the fact that
+the General displayed no insignia of his rank, and replied:
+
+"They guessed they'd go down the road a bit, first."
+
+"Come back! come back!" shouted the General. "How dare you disobey me?
+Do you know who I am, you scoundrels?"
+
+"No, I don't," said one of the boys; and then, looking impudently and
+inquiringly into his face, said: "_Why! ain't you the wagon-master of
+the 17th Indiana?_"
+
+Nelson thought activity the best cure for "_ennui_," and consequently
+kept his men busy. One day, calling his officers together, he ordered
+them to prepare immediately for a regular, old-fashioned day's work;
+"for," said he, "there has been so little work done here since the
+rain set in, that I fear _drilling_ has fallen in the market; but if
+we succeed in keeping up that article, I am sure _cotton_ must come
+down."
+
+He was exceedingly bitter in his denunciations of the London _Times_
+and rebel British sympathizers, remarking to me, one evening, that he
+was exceedingly anxious this war should speedily end, "for," said he,
+"I would like nothing better than to see our people once more united
+as a nation; and then I want fifty thousand men at my command, so that
+I could march them to Canada, and go through those provinces like a
+dose of croton."
+
+I was present at the Galt House, in Louisville, when General Nelson
+was shot by General Davis, and immediately telegraphed the sad news to
+the daily press of Cincinnati. The following was my dispatch:
+
+
+     General Nelson Shot by General Davis.
+
+                              Louisville, _September 29_.
+
+     Eds. Times: I just witnessed General Jeff C. Davis shoot
+     General Nelson. It occurred in the Galt House, in the entry
+     leading from the office. The wound is thought to be mortal.
+
+                                        Alf.
+
+
+     Later.--General Nelson Dead.
+
+                              Louisville, _September 29_, 10 A.M.
+
+     General Nelson is dead. I will telegraph particulars as soon
+     as possible.
+
+                                        Alf.
+
+
+     THIRD DISPATCH.
+
+     Particulars of the Affair.
+
+                              Louisville, _September 29_, 11 A.M.
+
+     Eds. Times: Jefferson C. Davis, of Indiana, went into the
+     Galt House, at half-past eight o'clock this morning. He met
+     General Nelson, and referred to the treatment he had
+     received at his hands in ordering him to Cincinnati. Nelson
+     cursed him, and struck Davis in the face several times.
+     Nelson then retired a few paces, Davis borrowing a pistol
+     from a friend, who, handing it to him, remarked, "It is a
+     Tranter trigger--be careful."
+
+     I had just that moment been in conversation with the
+     General.
+
+                                        Alf.
+
+
+The particulars were afterward given in a letter, which is here
+inserted:
+
+                              Louisville, _September 29, 1862_.
+
+The greatest excitement of the day has been in discussing the death of
+General Nelson, and the causes which led to the terrible _denouement_.
+
+Sauntering out in search of an "item"--my custom always in the
+morning--I happened to be in the Galt House just as the altercation
+between General Nelson and General Jeff C. Davis was reaching its
+climax, and of which I telegraphed you within ten minutes after its
+occurrence. From what I learn, from parties who saw the commencement,
+it would seem that General Davis felt himself grossly insulted by
+Nelson's overbearing manner at their former meeting; and seeing him
+standing talking to Governor Morton, Davis advanced and demanded an
+explanation, upon which Nelson turned and cursed him, calling him an
+infamous puppy, and using other violent language unfit for
+publication. Upon pressing his demand for an explanation, Nelson, who
+was an immensely powerful and large man, took the back of his hand and
+deliberately slapped General Davis's face. Just at this juncture I
+entered the office. The people congregated there were giving Nelson a
+wide berth. Recognizing the General, I said "Good morning, General,"
+(at this time I was not aware of what had passed). His reply to me
+was: "Did you hear that d----d insolent scoundrel insult me, sir? I
+suppose he don't know me, sir. I'll teach him a lesson, sir." During
+this time he was retiring slowly toward the door leading to the
+ladies' sitting-room. At this moment I heard General Davis ask for a
+weapon, first of a gentleman who was standing near him, and then
+meeting Captain Gibson, who was just about to enter the dining-room,
+he asked him if he had a pistol? Captain Gibson replied, "I always
+carry the article;" and handed one to him, remarking, as Davis walked
+toward Nelson, "It is a Tranter trigger."
+
+Nelson, by this time, reached the hall, and was evidently getting out
+of the way, to avoid further difficulty.
+
+Davis's face was livid, and such a look of mingled indignation,
+mortification, and determination I never before beheld. His hand was
+slowly raised; and, as Nelson advanced, Davis uttered the one word,
+"Halt!" and fired. Nelson, with the bullet in his breast, completed
+the journey up the entire stairs, and then fell. As he reached the
+top, John Allen Crittenden met him and said, "Are you hurt, General?"
+He replied, "Yes, I am, mortally." "Can I do any thing for you?"
+continued Crittenden. "Yes; send for a surgeon and a priest, quick."
+
+A rush was made by the crowd toward the place as soon as he was shot.
+No effort, as far as I can learn, has been made to arrest General
+Davis.
+
+A few minutes after the occurrence I was introduced to the Aid of
+Governor Morton, who told me he saw it all, from the very
+commencement, and that, had not Davis acted as he did, after the gross
+provocation he received, Davis would have deserved to have been shot
+himself.
+
+It is a great pity so brave a man should have had so little control
+over his temper. Although very severe in his discipline and rough in
+his language, the boys of his division were devotedly attached to him,
+_because he was a fighting man_. The 6th Ohio, especially, were his
+ardent admirers. He was hated here, bitterly hated, by all
+_Secessionists_; this of itself should have endeared him to Union men.
+
+The Louisville _Journal_, this afternoon, in speaking of the affair,
+says:
+
+"General Nelson, from the first, thought the wound was a mortal one,
+and expressed a desire to have the Rev. Mr. Talbott, of Calvary
+Church, summoned. This gentleman resides about three miles below the
+city, but was unable to get home on Sunday after service, and passed
+the night at the Galt House. He immediately obeyed the summons, as he
+was well acquainted with the General. The reverend gentleman informs
+us that the dying man spoke no word concerning the difficulty, and
+made no allusion to his temporal affairs, but was exceedingly
+solicitous as to the salvation of his soul, and desired Mr. Talbott to
+perform the rite of baptism, and receive him into the bosom of the
+Church.
+
+"After five minutes' conversation, to ascertain his state of
+preparedness, the clergyman assented to his wish, and the solemn
+ordinance was administered with unusual impressiveness, in the
+presence of Dr. Murray, the medical director, Major-General
+Crittenden, and a few other personal friends. When the service
+concluded, he was calm, and sank into his last sleep quietly, with no
+apparent physical pain, but with some mental suffering. The last
+audible words that he uttered were a prayer for the forgiveness of his
+sins. That appeal was made to Almighty God. Let, then, his
+fellow-mortals be proud of his many virtues, his lofty patriotism, and
+undaunted courage, while they judge leniently of those faults, which,
+had they been curbed, might have been trained into virtues. Let it not
+be said of our friend--
+
+  "'The evil that men do lives after them,
+  The good is oft interred with their bones.'"
+
+
+THE FUNERAL.
+
+The funeral of General Nelson took place yesterday afternoon. The
+corpse of the General was incased in a most elegant rosewood coffin,
+mounted with silver. The American flag, that he had so nobly fought
+under at Shiloh, was wrapped about it; his sword, drawn for the last
+time by that once brave hand, lay upon the flag. Bouquets were strewed
+upon the coffin.
+
+Major-General Granger, Major-General McCook, and Major-General
+Crittenden, and Brigadier-General Jackson, assisted by other officers,
+conveyed the remains from the hearse to the church-door, and down the
+aisle. As they entered the building, Dr. Craig commenced reading the
+burial service for the dead. As soon as they reached the pulpit, and
+set down the corpse, the choir chanted a requiem in the most
+impressive manner. Rev. Dr. Craig then read the 15th chapter of the
+First Epistle of St. Paul to the Corinthians, 21st to the 29th verses:
+
+     "For since by man came death, by man came also the
+     resurrection of the dead.
+
+     "For as in Adam all die, even so in Christ shall all be made
+     alive."
+
+After the reading of this, the Rev. Mr. Talbott, he whom General
+Nelson had sent for immediately upon being shot, and who had
+administered to his spiritual welfare, and received him into the
+Church, delivered one of the most beautiful and eulogistic discourses
+I ever heard.
+
+He said that the General had been, in private life, one of the most
+congenial and warm-hearted of men; his hand ever open to the needy.
+He had known him well.
+
+The last half-hour of his life was devoted entirely to the salvation
+of his soul; he did not refer to worldly matters. Mr. Talbott told him
+he must forgive all whom he thought had injured him. His reply was,
+"O! I do, I do forgive--I do forgive. Let me," said Nelson, "be
+baptized quick, for I feel I am fast going."
+
+Mr. T. then administered to him the sacred rite, and in a few minutes,
+conscious to the last, smiling and serene, he passed to "that bourne
+from which no traveler returns."
+
+"A more contrite heart and thorough Christian resignation," said the
+divine, "I never saw."
+
+The discourse over, the body was conveyed again to the hearse.
+
+Lieutenant-Colonel Anderson, of the 6th Ohio, had command of the
+escort, which consisted of two companies of the 2d Ohio, and two
+companies of the 6th, all being from his old and tried division. No
+relatives, I believe, were here, except Captain Davis, a
+foster-brother, belonging to the 2d Minnesota Regiment.
+
+General Nelson's gray horse was led immediately behind the hearse, the
+General's boots reversed and fastened in the stirrups. An artillery
+company and cavalry squadron completed the _cortege_, which moved
+slowly down Second Street to the beat of the muffled drum.
+
+He has gone to his long home! Though rash and impetuous at times, we
+must not forget our country has lost a noble defender, a man of true
+courage--one who was looked up to by his division.
+
+To-day he _was_ to join them; and as I went through the old Fourth
+Division, last Sunday, the boys were all in a jubilee, because Nelson
+was going to be with them, and they remarked, "If he is along, he'll
+take us where _we'll have fighting_!"
+
+As I have before told you, everywhere Secessionists are rejoicing at
+his death, and Kentucky ones especially. The Union men of Kentucky
+have lost a noble defender.
+
+Yesterday General Rousseau's division of ten thousand men was
+reviewed. They are a splendid body of men.
+
+There will be no examination of Jeff C. Davis before the civil
+authorities, but the affair is to be investigated by a court-martial.
+
+A singular incident is related of General Nelson. It is said that the
+Rev. Dr. Talbott, who resides a few miles from the city, wished to
+return home on Sunday night last. Nelson refused him the pass. On
+Monday morning it was this reverend gentleman who was sent for by
+Nelson, and received Nelson into the Church, and who performed the
+funeral services to-day.
+
+                                        Yours, Alf.
+
+
+The gallant Colonel Nick Anderson, who so bravely led the 6th Ohio at
+Shiloh, and more recently at Murfreesboro, in speaking of Nelson,
+says:
+
+"And what is said will be assented to by all who shared his familiar
+moments, that, outside of his military duties, he was a refined
+gentleman. Whatever may be said of his severe dealing with his
+subordinates, his violent manner when reprimanding them, every one
+who knew him will bear witness that it was only to exact that iron
+discipline which makes an army irresistible. His naval education, in
+which discipline is so mercilessly enforced, will explain clearly his
+intensity of manner when preparing his forces for the terrible trials
+of the march or the battle-field. However much he was disliked by
+subordinate and inefficient officers, he was beloved by his men, the
+private soldiers.
+
+"How carefully he looked after all their wants, their clothing, their
+food--in short, whatever they needed to make them strong and brave!
+for it was a maxim with him, that, unless a man's back was kept warm
+and his stomach well supplied, he could not be relied upon as a
+soldier. All who know Buell's army will bear witness to the splendid
+condition of Nelson's division.
+
+"General Nelson earned his rank as major-general by no mysterious
+influences at head-quarters, but by splendid achievements on the
+battle-field. It has been said that his division was the first to
+enter Nashville; so it was the first in Corinth; but these are the
+poorest of his titles to distinction. It was his success in Eastern
+Kentucky, in destroying the army of General Marshall; and, greatest of
+all, his arrival, by forced marches, at Pittsburg Landing, early
+enough on Sunday afternoon, the 9th of April, to stop the victorious
+progress of General Beauregard, that placed him among his country's
+benefactors and heroes, and which will 'gild his sepulcher, and embalm
+his name.'
+
+"But for Nelson, Grant's army might have been destroyed. His forced
+march, wading deep streams, brought him to the field just in time. An
+hour later, and all might have been lost."
+
+An officer of his division has recounted to me some thrilling
+incidents of that memorable conflict.
+
+"It was nearly sunset when Nelson, at the head of his troops, landed
+on the west bank of the river, in the midst of the conflict. The
+landing and shore of the river, up and down, were covered by five
+thousand of our beaten and demoralized soldiers, whom no appeals or
+efforts could rally. Nelson, with difficulty, forced his way through
+the crowd, shaming them for their cowardice as he passed, and riding
+upon a knoll overlooking his disembarking men, cried out, in
+stentorian tones: 'Colonel A., have you your regiment formed?' 'In a
+moment, General,' was the reply. 'Be quick; time is precious; moments
+are golden.' 'I am ready now, General.' 'Forward--march!' was his
+command; and the gallant 6th Ohio was led quickly to the field.
+
+"That night Nelson asked Captain Gwynne, of the 'Tyler,' to send him a
+bottle of wine and a box of cigars; 'for to-morrow I will show you a
+man-of-war fight.'
+
+"During the night Buell came up and crossed the river, and by daylight
+next morning our forces attacked Beauregard, and then was fought the
+desperate battle of Shiloh. Up to twelve M. we had gained no decisive
+advantage; in fact, the desperate courage of the enemy had caused us
+to fall back. 'General Buell,' said my informant, 'now came to the
+front, and held a hasty consultation with his Generals. They decided
+to charge the rebels, and drive them back. Nelson rode rapidly to the
+head of his column, his gigantic figure conspicuous to the enemy in
+front, and in a voice that rang like a trumpet over the clangor of
+battle, he called for four of his finest regiments in succession--the
+24th Ohio, 36th Indiana, 17th Kentucky, and 6th Ohio. 'Trail arms;
+forward; double-quick--march;' and away, with thundering cheers, went
+those gallant boys. The brave Captain (now Brigadier-General) Terrell,
+who alone was left untouched of all his battery, mounted his horse,
+and, with wild huzzas, rode, with Nelson, upon the foe.
+
+"It was the decisive moment; it was like Wellington's 'Up, guards, and
+at them!' The enemy broke, and their retreat commenced. That was the
+happiest moment of my life when Nelson called my regiment to make that
+grand charge.
+
+"Let the country mourn the sad fate of General Nelson. He was a loyal
+Kentuckian; fought gallantly the battles of his Government; earned all
+his distinction by gallant deeds. All his faults were those of a
+commander anxious to secure the highest efficiency of his troops by
+the most rigid discipline of his officers, and in this severe duty he
+has, at last, lost his life.
+
+"His death, after all, was beautiful. He told Colonel Moody, in
+Nashville, that, though he swore much, yet he never went to bed
+without saying his prayers; and now, at last, we find him on his
+death-bed, not criminating or explaining, but seeking the consolations
+of religion. _Requiescat in pace!_"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III.
+
+     Description of a Battle -- The 2d Ohio (Colonel Harris) at
+     Perryville -- Major-General McCook's Report -- Major-General
+     Rousseau's Report -- Sketch of Major-General A. McD. McCook.
+
+
+  "Then shook the hills with thunder riven,
+  Then rushed the steeds to battle driven,
+  And, louder than the bolts of heaven,
+  Far flashed the red artillery!"
+
+Many of you have, no doubt, looked upon the field of battle where
+contending hosts have met in deadly strife. But there are those whose
+eyes have never gazed upon so sad a sight; and to such I may be
+enabled to present a picture that will at best give you but a faint
+idea of the terrible reality of a fiercely-contested field.
+
+Imagine thousands upon thousands on either side, spreading over a vast
+expanse of ground, each armed with all the terrible machinery of
+modern warfare, and striving to gain the advantage of their opponents
+by some particular movement, studied long by those learned in the art
+of war.
+
+Then comes the clang of battle; steel meets steel, drinking the blood
+of contending foes. The sabers flash and glitter in the sunlight,
+descending with terrible force upon devoted heads, which were once
+pillowed on the bosoms of fond and devoted mothers. Jove's dread
+counterfeit is heard on every hand; the balls and shells go whistling
+and screaming by, the most terrible music to ears not properly attuned
+to the melody of war. Thousands sink upon the ground overpowered, to
+be trodden under foot of the flying steed, or their bones to be left
+whitening the incarnadined field. Blows fall thick and heavy on every
+hand. The cries of the wounded and the orders of the commanders mingle
+together; and, to the uninitiated, all appears "confusion worse
+confounded."
+
+But there is a method in all this _seeming_ madness; and that which
+appears confusion is the result of well-laid plans. But as there is
+"many a slip 'twixt the cup and the lip," so there are slips in the
+actions of the best regulated armies. Gunpowder, shot, shell, and
+steel are not always to be implicitly relied upon: even they sometimes
+fail in carrying out what were conceded to be designs infallible; so
+true it is that "man proposes, _but God disposes_."
+
+It has been my province to witness battles wherein Western men were
+the heroes; and that Western men will fight, has been pretty well
+authenticated during the present war. I have noticed the brave conduct
+of the gallant troops, the fighting boys of the various regiments of
+the West, and have never known them to falter in the hour of danger.
+They left their homes totally uneducated in warfare; they are now
+veterans--each a hero.
+
+The conduct of the 2d Ohio at Perryville is spoken of thus by a
+correspondent:
+
+"The brigade of Len Harris was in the center, and met the shock
+simultaneously with the left and right. The whole brigade was in the
+open fields, with the rebels in the woods before them. Long and
+gallantly did they sustain their exposed positions. An Illinois
+regiment, of Terrell's brigade, flying from the field, ran through
+this brigade, with terrible cries of defeat and disaster; but the
+gallant boys of the 2d Ohio and 38th Indiana only laughed at them, as,
+lying down, they were literally run over by the panic-stricken
+Illinoisans. Hardly had they disappeared in the woods in Harris's rear
+when the rebels appeared in the woods in his front. At the same time
+Rousseau came galloping along the line, and they received him with
+cheers, and the rebels with a terrible fire. Terrible was the shock on
+this part of the line, but gallant was the resistance. Up the hill
+came the rebels, and made as gallant a charge as ever was met by brave
+men. But, O! so terrible and bloody was the repulse! Along the line of
+the 2d Ohio and 38th Indiana and Captain Harris's battery, I saw a
+simultaneous cloud of smoke arise. One moment I waited. The cloud
+arose, and revealed the broken column of rebels flying from the field,
+but, in the distance, a second rapidly advancing. The shout that arose
+from our men drowned the roar of cannon, and sent dismay into the
+retreating, broken column."
+
+In Major-General McCook's report of that battle, he says it was "_the
+bloodiest battle in modern times_ for the number of troops engaged on
+our side," and "the battle was principally fought by _Rousseau's
+division_; and if there are, or ever were, better soldiers than the
+old troops engaged, I have neither seen nor read of them." Speaking
+of the new troops, General McCook points out those under the command
+of Colonel Harris, saying: "For instance, in the Ninth Brigade, where
+the 2d and 33d Ohio, 68th Indiana, and 10th Wisconsin fought so well,
+I was proud to see the 94th and 98th Ohio vie with their brethren in
+deeds of heroism." The 94th and 98th were new troops, and the example
+of the old soldiers in Colonel Harris's brigade, and the distinguished
+courage and good judgment of the Colonel, gave them confidence, and
+they stood in the storm like veterans.
+
+
+GENERAL ROUSSEAU'S REPORT OF THE BATTLE.
+
+... "I then returned to Harris's brigade, hearing that the enemy was
+close upon him, and found that the 33d Ohio had been ordered further
+to the front by General McCook, and was then engaged with the enemy,
+and needed support. General McCook, in person, ordered the 2d Ohio to
+its support, and sent directions to me to order up the 24th Illinois
+also, Captain Mauf commanding. I led the 24th Illinois, in line of
+battle, immediately forward, and it was promptly deployed as
+skirmishers by its commander, and went gallantly into action, on the
+left of the 33d Ohio. The 2d Ohio, moving up to support the 33d Ohio,
+was engaged before it arrived on the ground where the 33d was
+fighting. The 38th Indiana, Colonel B. F. Scribner commanding, then
+went gallantly into action, on the right of the 2d Ohio. Then followed
+in support the 94th Ohio, Colonel Frizell. I wish here to say that
+this regiment, although new, and but few weeks in the service,
+behaved most gallantly, under the steady lead of its brave Colonel
+Frizell. Colonel Harris's whole brigade--Simonson's battery on its
+right--was repeatedly assailed by overwhelming numbers, but gallantly
+held its position. The 38th Indiana and 2d Ohio, after exhausting
+their ammunition and that taken from the boxes of the dead and wounded
+on the field, still held their position, as did also, I believe, the
+10th Wisconsin and 33d Ohio. For this gallant conduct these brave men
+are entitled to the gratitude of the country, and I thank them here,
+as I did on the field of battle....
+
+"I had an opportunity of seeing and knowing the conduct of Colonel
+Starkweather, of the Twenty-eighth Brigade, Colonel Harris, of the
+Ninth Brigade, and of the officers and men under their command, and I
+can not speak too highly of their bravery and gallantry on that
+occasion. They did, cheerfully and with alacrity, all that brave men
+could do...."
+
+"I herewith transmit the reports of Colonels Starkweather, Harris, and
+Pope, and also a list of casualties in my division, amounting, in all,
+to 1,950 killed and wounded. My division was about 7,000 strong when
+it went into the action. We fought the divisions of Anderson,
+Cheatham, and Buckner.
+
+"I am, very respectfully, your obedient servant,
+
+                                        "Lovell H. ROUSSEAU."
+
+
+It will not be amiss here to give a brief outline of the early
+history, coming down to a recent date, of the renowned hero,
+Major-General A. McD. McCOOK, United States Volunteers.
+
+He was born in Columbiana County, Ohio, April 22, 1831. At the age of
+sixteen he entered the Military Academy at West Point, as a cadet. He
+graduated in July, 1852, and was commissioned Brevet Second
+Lieutenant, in the 3d Regiment United States Infantry. After being
+assigned to duty for a few months, at Newport Barracks, Ky., he was
+ordered, in April, 1853, to join his regiment, then serving in the
+Territory of New Mexico. Here he remained nearly five years,
+constantly on active duty in the field, and participating in all the
+Indian campaigns on that wild and remote frontier. His long services
+and good conduct were mentioned in General Orders by Lieutenant-General
+Winfield Scott. In January, 1858, he was ordered from New Mexico to
+West Point, and assigned to duty in the Military Academy, as
+instructor in Tactics and the Art of War. On the breaking out of the
+rebellion he was relieved from duty there, and ordered, in April,
+1861, to Columbus, Ohio, to muster in volunteers. Before his arrival
+there he was elected Colonel of the 1st Ohio Volunteers, a
+three-months regiment, already on its way to the seat of war in
+Virginia; and hastening to join the command, to which he was elected
+without his knowledge or solicitation, soon had an opportunity of
+exhibiting those admirable qualities as a field-officer for which he
+has since become so justly distinguished. His coolness in the
+unfortunate affair at Vienna, and his consummate military skill in the
+management of his command at Bull Run, were universally commended. At
+the close of that eventful conflict he marched his regiment back to
+Centerville in the same good order in which it had left there, an
+honorable exception to the wide-spread confusion and disorder that
+prevailed elsewhere among the National forces.
+
+When the three-months troops were mustered out of the service he
+received permission to raise the 1st Regiment Ohio Volunteers, a
+three-years regiment; but on the 3d of September, 1861, and before
+his command was ready to take the field, he was appointed
+Brigadier-General of Volunteers, and assigned to command the advance
+of the Federal forces then in Kentucky, at Camp Nevin. Here, and at
+Green River, he organized his splendid Second Division, with which he
+afterward marched to Nashville, and thence toward the Tennessee River.
+
+On the 6th of April, 1862, alarmed by the sullen sound of distant
+artillery, and learning the precarious situation of Grant's army, he
+moved his division, over desperate roads, twenty-two miles, to
+Savannah, and there embarked on steamboats for Pittsburg Landing.
+After clearing a way with the bayonet through the army of stragglers
+that swarmed upon the bank of the river, soon after daylight on the
+morning of the 7th of April, the Second Division of the Army of the
+Ohio advanced through the sad scenes of our defeat the day before, and
+deployed, with stout hearts and cheers, upon the field of Shiloh.
+General McCook fought his troops that day with admirable judgment. He
+held them in hand; his line of battle was not once broken--it was not
+once retired; but was steadily and determinedly advanced until the
+enemy fled, and the reverse of the day before was more than redeemed
+by a splendid victory.
+
+In the movement on Corinth, a few weeks after the battle of Shiloh,
+General McCook had the honor of being in the advance of General
+Buell's army corps, and his skirmishers were among the first to scale
+the enemy's works.
+
+The rank of major-general of volunteers was soon after conferred upon
+him, in view of his distinguished services--a promotion not
+undeserved.
+
+After the evacuation of Corinth, the command of General McCook was
+moved through Northern Alabama to Huntsville, thence to Battle Creek,
+where his forces remained for two months, in front of Bragg's army at
+Chattanooga. Upon the withdrawal of Buell's army from Alabama and
+Tennessee, General McCook moved his division, by a long march of four
+hundred miles, back to Louisville.
+
+Here he was assigned to command the First Corps in the Army of the
+Ohio, and started on a new campaign, under Buell, in pursuit of Bragg.
+The enemy were met and engaged near Perryville, and two divisions of
+McCook's corps (one of them composed of raw recruits) bore the assault
+of almost the entire army of General Bragg. The unexpected and
+unannounced withdrawal of General Gilbert's forces on his right; the
+sad and early loss of those two noble soldiers, Terrell and Jackson,
+and the tardiness of reinforcements, made the engagement a desperate
+one, and resulted in a victory, incomplete but honorable, to the Union
+forces. After the battle of Chaplin Hills, Bragg's army, worn and
+broken, fled in dismay from Kentucky. The army corps of Major-General
+McCook was afterward moved to Nashville, and he assumed command of the
+Federal forces in that vicinity.
+
+On the 6th of November, 1862, on the arrival of Major-General
+Rosecrans, who succeeded Major-General Buell in command, General
+McCook was assigned to command the right wing in the Department of the
+Cumberland. On the 26th of December, 1862, the Army of the Cumberland
+moved from Nashville to attack the enemy in position in front of
+Murfreesboro. General McCook commanded the right. On the evening of
+December 30 the two armies were in line of battle, confronting each
+other. Rosecrans had massed his reserves on the left, to crush the
+rebel right with heavy columns, and turn their position. Bragg,
+unfortunately, learning of his dispositions during the night, massed
+almost his entire army in front of McCook, and in the gray of the
+following morning, and before we had attacked on the left, advanced
+with desperate fury upon the right wing. Outnumbered, outflanked, and
+overpowered, the right was forced to retire, not, however, until its
+line of battle was marked with the evidences of its struggle and the
+fearful decimation of the enemy. To check the advancing rebel masses,
+already flushed with anticipated victory, the Federal reserves moved
+rapidly to the rescue. The furious onslaught of the enemy was
+resisted, and the right and the fortunes of the day were saved.
+
+The rebels, whipped on the left and center, checked on the right,
+foiled in every attack, having lost nearly one-third of their numbers,
+fled from the field on the night of the 3d of January, and the
+victorious Union army advanced through their intrenchments into
+Murfreesboro. The great battle of Stone River, dearly won, and
+incomplete in its results, was yet a victory.
+
+The right was turned and forced to retire in the first day's fight.
+Whether this was attributable to accidental causes, that decide so
+many important engagements, or to the superior generalship of the
+rebel commander, it is at least certain that generalship was not
+wanting in the disposition of the forces under General McCook; nor was
+courage wanting in his troops.
+
+Major-General McCook now commands the Twentieth Army Corps.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV.
+
+     Looking for the Body of a Dead Nephew on the Field of
+     Murfreesboro -- The 6th Ohio at Murfreesboro -- The Dead of
+     the 6th -- The 35th Indiana -- Putting Contrabands to Some
+     Service -- Anxiety of Owners to Retain their Slaves --
+     Conduct of a Mistress -- "Don't Shoot, Massa, here I Is!" --
+     Kidd's Safeguard -- "Always Been a Union Man" -- Negroes
+     Exhibiting their Preference for their Friends.
+
+
+On the gory field of Murfreesboro, upon the ushering in of the new
+year, many a noble life was ebbing away. It was a rainy, dismal night;
+and, on traversing that field, I saw many a spot sacred to the memory
+of my loved companions of the glorious 6th Ohio. I incidentally heard
+of the death of a nephew in that fight. I thought of his poor mother.
+How could I break the news to her! Yes, there was I, surrounded by
+hundreds of dead and wounded, _pitying the living_. O, how true it is
+that--
+
+  Death's swift, unerring dart brings to its victim calm and peaceful rest,
+  While those _who live_ mourn and live on--the arrow in their breast!
+
+With anxious haste I sought his body during that night. Many an
+upturned face, some with pleasing smile, and others with vengeance
+depicted, seemed to meet my gaze.
+
+Stragglers told me to go further to the left. "There's where
+Crittenden's boys gave 'em h--l!" Just to the right of the railroad I
+found young Stephens, of the 24th Ohio. His leg was shattered. He
+called me by name, and begged me to get him some water, as he was
+perishing. I went back to the river, stripped three or four dead of
+their canteens, and filled them, and returned. He told me that young
+Tommy Burnett was only wounded. He saw him carried back. This relieved
+my anxiety. The next day the dead were buried. There, amid the shot
+and shell and other _debris_ of the battle-field, the dead heroes of
+the 6th lie, until the last trump shall call.
+
+A few days afterward I met one of the officers of that regiment. Of
+him I eagerly inquired as to its fate. A tear fell from his manly eye
+as he exclaimed, "O, sad enough, Alf! Our boys were terribly cut up;
+but they fought like tigers--no flinching there; no falling out of
+line; shoulder to shoulder they stood amid the sheeted flame; and,
+though pressed by almost overwhelming numbers, no blanched cheek, no
+craven look, not the slightest token of fear was visible. The boys
+were there to do or die. They were Ohio boys, and felt a pride in
+battling for their country and her honor." And when I asked of names
+familiar, the loss, indeed, seemed fearful. "What became," said I, "of
+Olly Rockenfield?" "Dead!" was the reply. "And George Ridenour?"
+"Wounded--can not live!"
+
+Dave Medary, a perfect pet of the regiment, a boy so childlike, so
+quiet in his deportment, yet with as brave a heart as Julius
+Caesar--LITTLE DAVE was killed! I saw his grave a few days after. It
+was half a mile to the left of the railroad; and, although it was
+January, the leaves of the prairie-rose were full and green, bending
+over him as if in mourning for the early dead.
+
+Jack Colwell--few of the typos of Cincinnati but knew Jack, or ADD, as
+he was frequently called--poor Jack died from want of attention! His
+wound was in the leg, below the knee. I saw him a week after the
+battle, and the ball was not yet extracted.
+
+Adjutant Williams, Lieutenant Foster, Captain McAlpin, Captain Tinker,
+Lieutenant Schaeffer, young Montaldo, Harry Simmonds, A. S. Shaw, John
+Crotty, and many others, were wounded or killed in the terrific storm
+of shot and shell sent by the rebel horde under Breckinridge. At one
+time every standard-bearer was wounded, and for a moment the flag of
+the 6th lay in the dust; but Colonel Anderson seized it and waved it
+in proud defiance, wounded though he was. The Colonel soon found
+claimants for the flag, and had to give it up to those to whose proud
+lot it fell to defend it.
+
+O! the wild excitement of a fight! How completely carried away men
+become by enthusiasm! They know no danger; they see none--are
+oblivious to every thing but _hope of victory_! Men behold their boon
+companions fall, yet onward they dash with closed ranks, themselves
+the next victims.
+
+There are few in the Army of the Cumberland who have not heard of the
+35th Indiana, commanded by Colonel Mullen, of Madison, and as fine an
+Irish regiment as ever trod the poetic sod of the Emerald Isle. On
+their march up from Huntsville, Alabama, toward Louisville, Kentucky,
+on the renowned parallel run between Buell and Bragg, the command were
+short of provisions. _Half-rations_ were considered a rarity. Father
+Cony, who is at all times assiduous in his duties to his flock, had
+called his regiment together, and was instilling into their minds the
+necessity of their trusting in Providence. He spoke of Jesus feeding
+the multitude upon three barley loaves and five small fishes. Just at
+this juncture an excitable, stalwart son of Erin arose and shouted:
+"Bully for him! He's the man we want for the _quarter-master of this
+regiment_!"
+
+Early in January General Rosecrans issued his orders that all the men
+that could possibly be spared from detail duty should be immediately
+placed into the ranks, and that negroes should be "conscripted" or
+captured to take their places as teamsters, blacksmiths, cooks, etc.
+By this means the Third Division of the Army of the Cumberland, then
+under General James B. Steadman, was increased eight hundred men--men
+acclimated--men who could shoulder a musket. This was all done in less
+than three weeks. The negroes were all taken from rebel plantations.
+
+One morning Colonel Vandeveer, of the 35th Ohio, commanding the Third
+Brigade, sent an orderly to my tent to inquire if I would not like to
+accompany an excursion into the enemy's country. As items were scarce,
+I at once assented; and, although scarce daybreak, off we went. The
+Colonel informed me that, as I was a good judge of darkeys, General
+Steadman had advised my going with the party.
+
+We called first at Mrs. Carmichael's, and got two boys, aged,
+respectively, fifteen and seventeen. Mrs. Carmichael begged, and,
+finally, wept quite bitterly at the prospect of losing her boys--said
+those were all she had left--(she had sent the others South). She
+plead with us not to take "them boys"--said "they wern't no
+account--couldn't do nothing nohow." But the _mother_ of these boys
+told our men a different story, and begged us to take the boys, "For,"
+said she, "dey does all de plantin' corn and tendin' in de feel. Dey's
+my chill'n, and if I never sees 'em agin, I want de satisfaction of
+knowin' _dey is free_!"
+
+Mrs. Carmichael's supplications for the negroes not to be taken from
+her were quite pitiful. She said they had been _allers_ raised _jest_
+like as they were her own flesh and blood, and she just _keered_ for
+'em the same. But, as Mrs. Carmichael had two sons in the rebel army,
+the boys were taken. Upon the first order to come with us they seemed
+delighted, which caused the mistress to become very wrathy. I told the
+boys to go to their cabin and get their blankets, as they would need
+them. Judge my surprise when this _kind-hearted_ woman, who had just
+informed me that she had "allers treated them boys as if they were her
+own flesh and blood"--this woman seized the blankets from the
+half-naked boys, and fairly shrieked at them: "You nasty, dirty little
+nigger thieves! if them Yankees want to steal you, let 'em find you in
+blankets; _I'm not a-going to do it!_" I merely inquired if that was
+the way in which she treated _her other children_--those in the REBEL
+_army_?
+
+From thence we went to Mrs. Kidd's, who had a husband and two sons in
+the rebel service. On our approach she endeavored to secrete some of
+the blacks, _but they_ wouldn't "_stay hid_." The cause of the visit
+was explained. The rebels had been driving most of the likely negroes
+South. They were using them against the Government; and it was
+thought, by some, that they might as well work for as _against_ the
+UNION. They were raising their crops, running their mills,
+manufacturing their army-wagons, etc., besides supporting the families
+of the rebels, thus placing every able-bodied white man of the South
+in the hands of the government. The Federal service needed teamsters
+and hospital nurses and cooks.
+
+Mrs. Kidd seemed quite a reasonable woman--said she thought she
+understood the policy of the North, and that the South knew that
+_slavery_ was their strength. I made the remark, that, probably, if
+her husband knew she would be left without help, perhaps he would be
+induced to return and respect the old flag that had at all times,
+while he was loyal to it, defended him.
+
+This little speech on my part elicited a rejoinder from a young miss,
+a daughter of Mrs. Kidd, sixteen or seventeen years of age, who
+flirted around, and with a nose that reached the altitude of at least
+"eighty-seven" degrees, exclaimed--
+
+"I don't want my PAR nor my brothers to come home not till every one
+of you _Yankees_ is driven from our sile!"
+
+Some of the boys were busy hunting for a secreted negro, one whom this
+young lady had stored away for safety. A soldier opened a smoke-house
+door, at which the young Secesh fairly yelled--
+
+"There aint no nigger there! You Yankees haint a bit o' sense! You
+don't know a smoke-house from a hut, nohow!"
+
+Supposing the negro, who we felt almost sure was there, might possibly
+have escaped, we were about retiring with those already collected,
+when I suggested, loud enough for any one to hear about the building,
+that the whole squad should pour a volley through that rickety old
+dormer-window that projected from the room, when, much to our
+astonishment, and amid roars of laughter, appeared a woolly head,
+white eye-balls distended, the darkey yelling loud and fast--
+
+"DON'T SHOOT, MASSA! don't shoot! HERE I IS! I's a comin'! De missus
+made me clime on dis roof. I wants to go wid you folks anyhow!"
+
+Mr. Crossman's plantation was then visited; but, as the rebels had
+driven him away because of his Unionism, and taken his horses, his
+property was undisturbed by us.
+
+From thence we visited Nolinsville--met a gang of twenty
+"likely-looking boys," stout, healthy fellows, who had clubbed
+together to come to the Union camp. They told us the rebs were only
+four miles off, "scriptin' all the niggers dar was in de fields, and
+a-runnin' 'em South." These were added to our stock in trade.
+
+On our way back, a couple of old, sour-looking WOMEN were standing on
+the steps that were built for them to _climb_ a _fence_, who, seeing
+so many blacks, inquired what we were taking them for. "To work," was
+the reply. "The rebels were about to run them South, and we wanted
+them to work for us."
+
+"Now who told you that?" they inquired.
+
+"The negroes themselves, madam. Many of them came voluntarily, to
+escape being sent South."
+
+"O, yes! you Federals git your information from the _niggers
+altogether_."
+
+"Yes, madam!" facetiously replied Captain Dickerson, of the 2d
+Minnesota Regiment, "that's a fact. All the _reliable_ information
+does come from them."
+
+On our homeward trip we called at what is known as "Kidd's Mills,"
+between Concord Church and Nolinsville. There were there quite a
+number employed upon the lumber and grist. A selection was made from
+the lot. They _all_ wanted to come, but some were too young, and
+others too _old_.
+
+Old man Kidd said he had a "safeguard from the Gineral. The Gineral
+had been up to see his darters, Delilah and Susan, and give him a
+safeguard." Upon examination it was found to be a mere request.
+Requests don't stand in military (not arbitrary enough). Then the old
+man declared he had always been a Union man--"allers said this war
+wern't no good--that the South had better stand by the old flag."
+
+I at once told him if _such was the case_ he was all right--to just
+get his horse and come with me, and if he had "_allers_" been a
+"_Union man_" or a non-combatant, why, they would all be returned to
+him.
+
+The negroes were grouped around with anxious faces, and with rather
+astonished looks; and, as Mr. Kidd went to the stable, a venerable,
+white-haired old darkey, who had been told to stand back--he was too
+old to join the Union teamsters--came forward, and begged to be taken.
+"Why, I does heap o' work. I tends dis mill; I drives a team fustrate.
+_Please take de ole man_, and let him _die free_!"
+
+Another negro, too old to take, spoke up and said: "What was dat de
+old man Kidd told you?"
+
+"Why," I replied, "he said he had always been a Union man."
+
+"DE LOR' BRESS MY SOUL! Did he say dat _he_ was a Union man?"
+
+"Yes!"
+
+"Well! well! well! Dat he was a Union man! Well! well! well! And he's
+gwine to de Gineral for to tell him dat; and dat ole man is a member
+ob de Church! Well! well! well! Why, look heah, my Men', when de rebs
+was here only a few weeks ago--when dey was here, dat ole man got on
+his white hoss, and took de seceshum flag, and rode, and rode, and
+waved dat rebel flag and shouted, and more dan hollered for Jeff
+Davis, and _now_ he Union man! He wants de Gineral to gib up dese here
+colored people--_dat's what's de matter wid him_!"
+
+In an hour after we arrived in camp, sure enough, the old Kidd and
+other parties were there, expecting or hoping to get their darkeys
+back; but General Steadman told them if the negroes _wished_ to
+return, they could do so, but, if they chose rather to work for "UNCLE
+SAM," why, his orders were to use them.
+
+"Well, _Gineral_, you just tell my niggers that they can go home with
+me," said Kidd.
+
+"O! they can if they want to." So, out goes Kidd, smiling as a "basket
+of chips."
+
+"Boys, the Gineral says you can all go home _with me_."
+
+"IF YOU WANT TO," was my addition _to his sentence_.
+
+Not a negro stirred from the line. After a brief consultation, in an
+under tone, at which Kidd, I noticed, was becoming very impatient,
+Kidd broke the quietude by saying:
+
+"Come on, boys--come, Jim."
+
+Jim looked over to Bob and said: "Bob, what are you going to do?"
+
+"Me! Ise gwine to stay for de UNION!"
+
+Old man Kidd looked beaten. "Well, Jim, what will _you_ do?"
+
+"O! I does what Bob does!"
+
+_This same old Kidd_ had been in the habit of going over the country
+enlisting recruits for the rebel service--telling them that he was an
+old man, or he would go himself; that the old folks expected to be
+taxed to take care of the soldiers' families; that if they wanted corn
+or any thing from his mill, while they were in the army, to come and
+get it. By such language he induced several men, who had only small
+families, to enlist. One of them was indebted to Kidd about thirteen
+dollars, and after he had been in the army a month or two, Kidd dunned
+him for the old bill, remarking:
+
+"Well, John, you're in the army now, gittin' your regular pay
+now--guess you can pay that little bill now, can't you?"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V.
+
+     Cutting Down a Rebel's Reserved Timber -- Home again --
+     Loomis and his Coldwater Battery -- Secession Poetry --
+     Heavy Joke on an "Egyptian" Regiment.
+
+
+Just after General Schofield took command of the Third Division, Roddy
+Patterson, aided by a division of infantry, made his appearance near
+our camp, and, as we were weak in numbers, fortifications were erected
+in every direction, trenches dug, and efforts made to place the troops
+in the best trim to give the rebs a "fine reception."
+
+There was one splendid piece of timber-land that might possibly come
+in possession of the rebels and do us much mischief. General Schofield
+ordered it cleared, and soon twelve hundred axes were resounding
+through the vast forest, and Abe's rail-splitters were at work forming
+"abatis" from the fallen trees, while earthworks commanding the
+position were soon erected.
+
+Captain Stinchcomb was the provost-marshal of the division, and old
+man Jordan was in the habit of going to him with all his grievances.
+The soldiers had made an awful gap in his _reserved_ timber before he
+found it out; but, as soon as he did so, he made for head-quarters,
+and found the Captain at dinner.
+
+
+_Scene I--Act 1--Enter Old Man._
+
+"Look a-heah, Gineral Stinchcomb, them boys of yourn is cuttin' all my
+timber down!"
+
+Captain Stinchcomb, affecting great surprise, exclaimed, "Is it
+possible! is it possible!"
+
+"Y-a-a-a-s; all my _resarve, too_! There! there! do you hear that?
+Them's trees a-fallin', and them's the boys yellin' as they fall."
+
+"What are they cutting them for, Mr. Jordan?"
+
+"God only knows! I don't. I think just for to be doin' mischief.
+_Nauen_ else in this world."
+
+"Why didn't you stop them?" inquired Stinchcomb.
+
+"O! kase I was afeared. There! there! do you hear that agin? Them's my
+trees!"
+
+"Well, you'd better go right down and order them to stop."
+
+"O, no, Gineral. It wouldn't do a bit of good. Them there boys would
+_just cuss the life out of me_. They only laugh at me. Won't you
+please go and have it stopped? Won't you?"
+
+Suffice it to say, when Captain S. got there _it was too late_.
+
+There are many little incidents connected with the army, which, being
+jotted down in my "day-book," during service, belong to the public.
+
+"Home Again" is a song ever joyous to the soldier, and I remember a
+little incident in relation to that song and a serenading party of
+"young and festive cusses" belonging to Uncle Sam's service.
+
+There is residing near Murfreesboro a Secession family consisting of a
+rebel widow and four sprightly daughters.
+
+Now, our "blue-coats" are proverbial for their gallantry in presence
+of the ladies, and the Secesh girls smile as benignly upon a Federal
+soldier, if he be good-looking, as they would upon the most ultra
+fire-eater of the South. The mothers don't like this--but mothers
+can't help themselves in many instances. Our boys will visit and enjoy
+a lively chat with the girls whenever occasion offers. A quartette, of
+fine vocal abilities, belonging to the gallant Rousseau's division,
+had practiced several beautiful ballads, preparatory to a grand
+serenade to the daughters of the buxom widow.
+
+Night threw her mantle o'er the earth just as the serenaders started
+upon their expedition. Arriving in dew course of time, they commenced
+their melodies. The moon was peeping out from behind the far-distant
+hill as they commenced,
+
+  "Roll on, silver moon,"
+
+at which I suggested to the party there should be a big premium, just
+now, on "_silver_ moons." The serenaders smiled grimly, in token of
+admiration of the "_goak_," and commenced--
+
+  "Thine eyes, like the stars that are gleaming,
+     Have entered the depths of my soul."
+
+Now, the repetition of "my soul" sounded to me exactly like mice-hole,
+and I suggested the propriety of substituting a rat-hole, at which
+several became wrathy, and proposed a mustard-plaster for my head.
+
+The young ladies, aroused from their nocturnal slumbers, glided like
+sylphs to the windows, and threw several bouquets to the "gallant
+choristers," after the reception of which, and sundry pressures to
+fond hearts of the "beautiful flowers," the quartette commenced the
+song of "Home Again," etc., and
+
+  "O, it fills my soul with joy, to meet my friends once more."
+
+This brought the widow to the window, who, hastily flinging back the
+shutter, screamed out, at the top of her voice: "If it will give you
+Yankees any greater joy to get home than it will me, I hope to
+gracious you'll stop your confounded noise and go home and meet your
+friends, for you've got none here."
+
+This was a bomb-shell thrown right at the party, and such a crouching
+down and gradual sliding off you can scarcely imagine. To be led, as
+'t were, to the seventh heaven of bliss by the fair daughters'
+presentation of beautiful bouquets, and then to have all their hopes
+blasted by the termagant voice of the mamma! If any of my readers ever
+visit Rousseau's division and inquire for the serenaders, my word for
+it, the gentlemen concerned will have no recollection of the serenade.
+
+Colonel Loomis, whose name is now engraven in history, and whose
+battery is mentioned with pride everywhere in the Army of the
+Cumberland, was, during the Virginia campaign, _Captain_ Loomis. He
+was late Chief of Artillery upon Rousseau's staff. Captain Loomis,
+with his train, arrived in Cincinnati one Sunday morning, on his way
+to the Army of Virginia. Upon each caisson and every piece of
+artillery was plainly painted "Coldwater Battery."
+
+Services in a church on Sixth Street were just concluded, and the
+warlike array attracted the congregation's attention, and the rather
+splendid figure of the young though "venerable-looking" Captain Loomis
+demanded a large share of attention. The pastor of the church
+introduced himself, spoke with admiration of the fine appearance of
+the Captain's men, etc., and, with a hearty pressure of the hand,
+remarked:
+
+"Captain Loomis, yours is a noble motto; stick to that, stick to that,
+my young soldier. You have many hardships to undergo, but your
+glorious motto of COLD WATER will carry you safely through."
+
+Loomis, for the first time, caught the idea of the parson, but was too
+courteous to undeceive the preacher by informing him that his battery
+was raised in the town of Coldwater, Michigan. I have spent many a
+pleasant hour with the Captain, but never could "see" the "cold water"
+part of his battery.
+
+A very pretty and pathetic little poem was handed me by one of
+Secessia's daughters, upon a prolific theme, entitled
+
+
+THE DYING SOLDIER.
+
+    My noble commander! thank God, you have come;
+    You know the dear ones who are waiting at home,
+    And O! it were dreadful to die here alone,
+    No hand on my brow, and my comrades all gone.
+
+    I thought I would die many hours ago,
+    And those who are waiting me never could know
+    That here, in the faith of its happier years,
+    My soul has not wandered one moment from theirs.
+
+    The dead were around; but my soul was away
+    With the roses that bloom round my cottage to-day.
+    I thought that I sat where the jessamine twines,
+    And gathered the delicate buds from the vines.
+
+    And there--like a bird that had folded its wings,
+    At home, 'mid the smile of all beautiful things,
+    With sweet words of welcome, and kisses of love--
+    Was one I will miss in yon heaven above.
+
+    By the light that I saw on her radiant brow,
+    She watches and waits there and prays for me now.
+    My captain, bend low; for this poor, wounded side
+    Is draining my heart of its last crimson tide.
+
+    Some day, when you leave this dark place, and go free,
+    You will meet a fair girl--she will question of me!
+    She has kissed this bright curl, as it lay on my head;
+    When it goes back alone, she will know I am dead.
+    And tell her the soul, which on earth was her own,
+    Is waiting and weeping in heaven alone.
+
+    MY MOTHER! God help her! Her grief will be wild
+    When she hears the mad Hessians have murdered her child;
+    But tell her 'twill be one sweet chime in my knell,
+    That the flag of the South now waves where I fell!
+
+    It is well, it is well, thus to die in my youth,
+    A martyr to Freedom and Justice and Truth!
+    Farewell to earth's hopes--precious dreams of my heart--
+    My life's going out; but my love shall depart,
+    On the wings that my soul has unfurled,
+    Going up, soft and sweet, to that beautiful world.
+
+
+A JOKE ON AN "EGYPTIAN" REGIMENT.
+
+A well-known commander was drilling a brigade at "Kripple Kreek," a
+short time since, and in it was a slim portion of the "1159th"
+Illinois. Quite a large number of this regiment have deserted upon
+every occasion offered, the men generally being very inattentive. The
+commanding officer of "all that is left of them" was severely
+censured, the other day, for dereliction of duty. The General swore by
+the Eternal he wished the Colonel of the "1159th" would "_go home_ and
+join his regiment."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI.
+
+     General Turchin -- Mrs. General Turchin in Command of the
+     Vanguard of the 19th Illinois -- The 18th Ohio at Athens --
+     Children and Fools always Tell the Truth -- Picket Talk --
+     About Soldiers Voting -- Captain Kirk's Line of Battle.
+
+
+It is well known by all that General Turchin has been fully
+vindicated. Captain Heaton, of Columbiana County, who was an
+eye-witness of his trial, and who knew the noble Russian, said to me,
+in speaking of this gallant soldier, "He looked like a lion among a
+set of jackals!" General Turchin was basely persecuted. He came out of
+the ordeal unscathed. The correspondent of the _Gazette_, who was in
+Huntsville, gave an account of affairs under Rousseau, who was as
+rigid in the punishment of rebels as Mitchel was before him. The
+court-martial convened to try Turchin for _punishing traitors_ bid
+fair to last for months, under Buell's management.
+
+Mrs. Turchin, before the arrest of her husband, had been making the
+campaign of Northern Alabama in his company, enduring, with the utmost
+fortitude, and for weeks together, all the hardships incident to a
+soldier's life. To ride on horseback, forty or fifty miles per day,
+was to her a mere matter of amusement, and in the recent march of the
+19th Illinois, from Winchester to Bellefonte, she is said to have
+taken command of the vanguard, and to have given most vigorous and
+valuable directions for driving off and punishing the infamous
+bushwhackers who infested the road. These and similar things had so
+much excited the admiration of Colonel Turchin's men, that they would
+have followed his gallant lady into the field of battle with all the
+enthusiasm that fired the hearts of the French chivalry when gathered
+around the standard of the Maid of Orleans. As soon as Colonel Turchin
+was arrested, Mrs. Turchin suddenly disappeared. The next that was
+heard from her she was in Washington City; and now the story goes,
+that when she left the South she hastened to Chicago, enlisted the
+sympathies of noble-hearted men in the cause of her husband,
+prevailing upon a delegation of noble Illinoisans to accompany her to
+Washington, and, with their assistance, secured the confirmation of
+the Colonel as a brigadier-general of volunteers. Truly, in the
+lottery matrimonial, Colonel Turchin had the fortune to draw an
+invaluable prize.
+
+All that has been alleged against Generals Turchin and Mitchel
+authorizing the sacking of Athens, Alabama, appears to have reacted;
+and, except General Rousseau, they were the most popular officers in
+that region.
+
+The 18th Ohio was stationed at Athens, and encamped upon the
+fair-grounds. Here they were assailed by Scott's rebel cavalry. They
+resisted for some hours, when, learning through their scouts that an
+overwhelming force of the enemy were advancing against them, they
+thought best to retire, which they did in good order. As they passed
+through the town, on their way to Huntsville, some rash, inconsiderate
+rebel sympathizers jeered at and insulted them, cheering lustily for
+Jeff Davis and the Southern Confederacy. One or two of them, also,
+seized their guns, and when the rebel forces made their appearance,
+joined them in pursuit of our soldiers. A feeling of vindictive wrath
+sprang up in the minds of the boys of the 18th, and when they met the
+19th Illinois and other troops, who, under command of Colonel Turchin,
+were coming to the rescue, they naturally magnified their own loss,
+and told the rescuers exaggerated stories of the manner in which they
+had been treated by the citizens of Athens.
+
+Under those circumstances the whole force re-entered the town, driving
+the rebels before them, and, in the midst of great excitement, vowing
+vengeance. Then came the inevitable result: some good soldiers were
+carried away into acts of unwarrantable violence, and a few
+unprincipled scoundrels seized upon the opportunity to plunder,
+pilfer, and steal. But the mass of the forces entered the place under
+the impression (as appears from the testimony before the
+court-martial) that it was to be sacked and burned, as a just and
+proper military punishment. This impression was, unfortunately, not
+corrected by Colonel Turchin, because it was, in all probability,
+unknown to him. It arose, no doubt, from the fact that a general order
+had been issued, or, as reported, was about to be issued, denouncing,
+in severe terms, all citizens who should fire upon, or in any way
+molest our troops, and threatening both them and their property with
+destruction. Such a proclamation or order was, in fact, issued about
+this time.
+
+Notwithstanding it was generally understood that the plundering of
+Athens was permitted, at least three-fourths of the soldiers
+voluntarily abstained from laying their hands upon a single dollar's
+worth of private property.
+
+Now, as to the outrages themselves, I unhesitatingly pronounce that
+they have been greatly exaggerated. To say that the town was in any
+way "ruined" is simply an exhibition of ignorance on the part of those
+who are not acquainted with the facts, and a falsehood on the part of
+those who are.
+
+Some three or four stores were broken into, and the most valuable part
+of the merchandise abstracted; the contents of the apothecary's shop
+were badly injured, and articles of value were taken from at least a
+dozen houses; some thousands of dollars' worth of horses, mules, and
+"niggers" were taken out of the town and suburbs; two or three
+scoundrels abused the persons of as many colored women; and this was
+the extent of the "ruin" inflicted upon Athens. I visited it more than
+a month ago. I saw no sign of "ruin," dissolution, or decay, and I am
+too good a friend of the Athenians not to say that I consider their
+beautiful town as being to-day the most flourishing in all North
+Alabama; and if a citizen from any other place, especially from
+Huntsville, should go to Athens and say otherwise, nothing but the
+presence of the military would prevent him from getting a thrashing
+upon the spot.
+
+It is an old and trite saying, that "children and fools always tell
+the truth." Captain Moar and Lieutenant Wood, of General Steadman's
+staff, went out with a full expedition. It was under Colonel Bishop,
+of the 2d Minnesota; but these staff officers preceded the party. We
+arrived at the proposed field, where we were to bivouac for the night.
+A house was near, and Colonel Moar proposed to go there and order
+supper. There were four females in the house. All pretended to be glad
+to receive us. We brought them sugar and coffee, articles they had not
+enjoyed for over a year. While supper was preparing, Lieutenant Wood,
+seeing a very pretty little girl, said to her, "Come here, sissy."
+
+The child reluctantly advanced, and as the Lieutenant placed her upon
+his knee, the little innocent looked up and said, "I HATE YANKEES!"
+
+The mother tried to catch the eye of the child.
+
+Lieutenant Wood said, "O, no, you don't!"
+
+"Yes, I do," reiterated the child.
+
+"Why, sissy, what makes you hate Yankees?"
+
+"_'Cause mother told me I must_," was the child's reply.
+
+The mother blushed crimson, and said, very confusedly, "WHY, HATTIE! I
+NEVER!"
+
+
+PICKET TALK.
+
+I have often heard pickets chaff one another. Just after the capture
+of New Orleans, one of our boys, on picket duty, as light dawned,
+discovered a rebel just lighting his breakfast-fire up a ravine. Our
+picket called out to the rebel to stop building fires and come over
+and take breakfast with him. The rebel replied:
+
+"No, I shan't, You haven't got any coffee."
+
+"Yes, I have," says the Union soldier.
+
+"Well, you haven't any sugar?"
+
+"Yes, we have. We've got _Orleans_."
+
+The man who makes the assertion that our boys in the field, when
+called upon to vote on resolutions, are influenced by fear of
+officers, _is most grossly mistaken_. Why, your American soldier is
+the most independent "cuss" in the world; and if a regiment is in
+line, and asked to vote, you may rest assured they vote as they
+please, and are governed by the dictates of their own consciences. The
+great address that was sent from the army was voted upon in this way:
+The regiments were drawn up in line, the address read, and the
+color-bearers were asked, "Do you indorse the address to which you
+have listened?" From every one came the hearty "I do!" when the colors
+were ordered two paces front. The regiments then voted on the address,
+the "ayes" stepping out in line with the colors, and, if there had
+been any "noes," they were to stand fast; but I have yet to hear of
+the man who did so. They rallied on their colors to a man, and stood
+with an unbroken front.
+
+During the fight this side of Chapel Hill, Captain Kirk, one of the
+General's aids, seeing two rebels a little way off, on a by-road, put
+spurs to horse and gave chase. We all watched him very eagerly until
+he ascended the hill, when three more rebs joined the two, and made a
+stand. Kirk, thinking discretion the better part of valor, reined in
+his horse, when, to the infinite amusement of the staff, young Lu.
+Steadman (a son of the General, and, though but sixteen years of age,
+a gallant boy) exclaimed: "Father, father, look yonder; _Kirk has
+formed a line of battle!_" It is scarcely necessary to say that Kirk
+soon changed his base on a _double-quick_.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII.
+
+     Comic Scenes -- Importation of Yankees -- Wouldn't Go Round
+     -- Major Boynton and the Chicken -- Monotony of Camp Life --
+     Experience on a Scouting Expedition -- Larz Anderson, Esq.,
+     in Camp -- A Would-be Secessionist Caught in his Own Trap --
+     Guthrie Gray Bill of Fare for a Rebel "Reception" -- Pic
+     Russell among the Snakes.
+
+
+                              Army of the Cumberland, Third Division,
+                              Camp near Triune, Tenn., _May 2, 1863_.
+
+"What will become of all of us women?" said an excited female to
+Colonel Vandeveer, one morning. "The States-rights men 'scripted all
+the young men, and you are drivin' all the old away. What will we
+ladies do?"
+
+"Import Yankees," was the gallant Colonel's reply.
+
+"We are raising a big stock especially for this market, and can spare
+any quantity."
+
+"O! but Yankees don't suit us; we'd rather have our own people," was
+Secesh's reply.
+
+"O! if that's the case, you women had better use your influence to get
+the traitors to lay down their arms and return to their homes, and
+behave themselves as honest men should, and that will end this little
+dispute, and you can have all the men you want."
+
+"Well, Colonel, we are all tired of this war, and would be mighty glad
+to know our kinfolks were on their way home; but it will be mighty
+grindin' to 'em to have to come back and acknowledge that they
+couldn't lick you Yankees."
+
+Deserters from the rebel army, I am told by citizens, are fast making
+their appearance wherever they can get the protection of our forces,
+and as we advance they will no doubt increase.
+
+The provost-marshal of the division was kept busy administering the
+oath to those who came in from the surrounding country to Triune. Many
+very laughable incidents occurred at the swearing-in.
+
+One long, lean, lank specimen of the rebel order came up to Captain
+Stinchcomb, who was proposing the oath.
+
+"Hallo, mister, are you the captain of these ridgements around here?
+Dr. Wilson, my neighbor over across Spring Bottom, said I must come
+over to the feller what swored in folks, and get the Constitution, and
+keep it as long as you folks staid around here."
+
+
+WOULDN'T GO ROUND.
+
+Captain Airhardt, who was well known as the Topographical Engineer of
+this division, and one of the best-natured men in the world, was
+engaged in strengthening the fortifications around the camp near
+Triune, and in doing so had occasion to use some fifty men from the 2d
+Minnesota. As the boys had worked faithfully for four hours, the
+Captain thought he would issue a ration of whisky to each, and, not
+having any himself, he borrowed some from General Steadman's tent,
+without leave, from a keg the General had been keeping for his own
+medical purposes. He drew off about a gallon. The boys were drawn up
+in line, and the Captain commenced the issue, and as each man
+received his portion he was ordered to fall out. They did so, however,
+seeking the first opportunity to retire to the other end of the line,
+and again resume a position in the ranks. The Captain went after
+reinforcements of the _creature comfort_ from the before-mentioned
+keg, and the _reinstated_ members of the ditch-diggers were again
+ready for active service.
+
+This state of things continued as long as the whisky lasted, and as
+the Captain handed the last ration, he looked at the few remaining
+boys, whom he supposed would have to go without any, and expressed his
+sorrow that he _hadn't enough to go round_. The fact was, every body
+had had at least three drinks.
+
+I spent a very pleasant evening among a party of ladies who reside
+near our camp. Our officers are very attentive to them, and the ladies
+seem thankful for the protection. The house was furnished in elegant
+style. We had music, songs, and an elocutionary entertainment; every
+thing passing off pleasantly. As I am above suspicion myself, I may
+remark that I fear for the hearts of several of this brigade. Mine is
+already engaged; had it not been, I could not swear to the
+consequences of that visit. One really pretty specimen of Secesh sang
+"The Bonnie Blue Flag," by particular desire. She acknowledged she
+used to go it strong for dissolution, but let us hope she is becoming
+enlightened.
+
+[Illustration: Runaway scrape in Virginia. See page 76.]
+
+
+MAJOR BOYNTON AND THE CHICKEN.
+
+Miss Mollie Jordan is a peculiar specimen of _ye Southern maiden_. I
+heard a good story illustrative of her rebellious nature some time
+ago:
+
+Our troops were then stationed at Concord Church, and, in their
+peregrinations for fodder, came out this way, and, among other things,
+took off several contrabands belonging to Miss Mollie. Some time
+afterward she rode into camp and inquired for Colonel Vandeveer, and
+riding right up to him, she said, "How do, Colonel?" The Colonel
+tipped his hat, _a la militaire_, in token of recognition. "Colonel,
+you've been out our way and stole all my niggers, and I've just ridden
+into camp to see if you would be magnanimous enough to lend me my
+blacksmith to shoe this horse?"
+
+The Colonel assisted her in alighting; had her boy hunted up, and the
+horse shod.
+
+Dinner being ready, the lady was invited to partake of the repast;
+and, as she noticed a chicken upon the table almost as large as a
+turkey, she looked across at the Colonel, and then at the good-looking
+Major Boynton, and inquired whom she was dining with.
+
+"O, with the Major, Miss. Why did you ask?" said the Colonel.
+
+"I merely wished to know who stole my chickens; for those were
+particular pets of mine, and the only ones of that breed in the
+country."
+
+The reader can imagine the laugh that took place at the Major's
+expense. As a matter of course, neither the Major nor the Colonel knew
+any thing as to where the servant-man had _bought_ the fowls.
+
+The Tennessee cavalry were out again yesterday, with Colonel Brownlow,
+and touched up the Alabamians. They brought in six prisoners. The
+rebels massed their men and undertook to charge us, but our Tennessee
+boys stood their ground, and the rebels backed out. They outnumbered
+us three to one; but they were not aware of that, or perhaps they
+would have given us fits. Now Brownlow is a daring, dashing fellow,
+and, in fact, all the officers and men seem made of the same material.
+
+I suppose you will begin to think I've got cavalry on the brain, I
+talk so much of those boys; but they, at present, are the only ones
+out this way doing the fighting. When this bully division of infantry
+does go in, you can depend upon it somebody will get hurt.
+
+All the regiments are quartered in elegant little pup-tents, as they
+call them. These tents are handsomely sheltered with evergreens and
+various bushes, presenting a picturesque appearance. The Lancaster,
+Chillicothe, and Cincinnati boys are vieing with each other as to who
+shall have the neatest camp.
+
+A chicken-fight is to take place this evening between two game-cocks.
+One is owned by the fat boy of the 35th, the other by the new
+grocery-keeper of this brigade--he with the yellow vest and
+spectacles. Spectacles can whip fat boy, sure, so I must hurry up to
+see it done. We are striving our best to break up this love of cruel
+sports, but fear our efforts will be fruitless.
+
+The weather is delightful; garden truck is progressing finely; the
+wheat and oat-fields are waving delightfully, while the corn is
+becoming like a man drinking whisky--_elevated_. With the above horrid
+joke I close.
+
+Yours, dismally, till I see my love,
+
+                                        Alf.
+
+
+REMINISCENCE OF CAMP LIFE IN VIRGINIA, IN 1861.
+
+                              Camp Beverly, Va., _July 31, 1861_.
+
+A soldier's life becomes irksome when he is encamped for any great
+length of time at any one point. A change of scenery, or the busy
+bustle of a march, wearisome though it be, makes the hours pass
+lightly. This is our eighth day at this place, and beautiful though
+the surroundings are, yet they begin to weary the eye. The boys want
+action, and if no prospect of a fight is here, they wish for still
+further progress.
+
+The chief product of this never-ending and infernal mountainous region
+seems to be rain and ignorant people. It rains from Monday till
+Saturday, and commences fresh on Sunday; and if you put a question of
+the most commonplace order, the only answer you are likely to receive
+is the vacant stare of those you speak to. The first relief to this
+monotony occurred a few days since. Captain Bracken, editor of the
+Indianapolis _Sentinel_, who is in command of a splendid cavalry
+company, sent me an invitation to accompany him upon a scouting
+excursion, as a number of houses in the vicinity needed a little
+examination; so, accompanied by his two lieutenants and our gallant
+Major, Alex. Christopher, together with the ever-affable Andy Hall,
+the scouts, mounted upon as fine horses as could be selected by
+Captain Bracken, started jovially on duty. "_Now up the mead, now down
+the mead_," and then over hill and dale they sped. Soon the outer
+pickets were passed, and we were in the enemy's country, where, 'tis
+said, the faster your horse travels the less likelihood there is of
+being shot by guerrillas. In the course of the afternoon we visited
+several houses, at one of which quite a quantity of contraband stuff
+was found, _which was placed in our canteens_.
+
+At dusk we commenced a homeward tramp; and having to pass a house in
+which I had previously enjoyed the hospitality of its inmates, I
+alighted to refresh myself with a cool drink of water, the balance of
+the party going on. I had but just mounted my horse, when he took
+fright, and in a moment he was beyond control. Your humble servant
+clung with tenacity to the brute, and although I told him to "whoa,"
+he wouldn't do it. Now he takes a by-road; away he flies with
+lightning speed; 'tis getting dark, and the _fool horse_ is running
+further and further from camp. I tried kicking the animal so as to
+induce him to believe that it was me that was forcing him to his
+utmost speed, but 't was no go. Then, as I came near falling, I
+"_affectionately_" threw my arms around his neck, thinking, if life
+was spared, what a fine item this runaway would make. In vain I tried
+kicks, seesawing, jerks, coaxing, whoaing; in despair, I gave a loose
+hold of the reins to the runaway, hoping he would get tired,
+endeavoring, however, to keep him in the middle of the road. He jumped
+ditches, turned curves, until I began to think I would make a good
+circus performer, and eventually hire out to John Robinson, if safely
+delivered from this perilous expedition. At last he took me off my
+guard: turning abruptly to the left on a by-road, your correspondent
+went to the right, heels up in the air for a brief space--in fact, a
+balloon ascension; the balloon's burst was the next vivid thing in my
+mind, for I remembered scratching in the air, and then an almost
+instantaneous collision with mother Earth, alighting upon the right
+side of my head, from which the blood gushed in a slight attempt at a
+deluge. As luck would have it, some friendly folks came to my rescue,
+and bathed my head with camphor; I remounted, and, in a few minutes,
+met my companions, who were in search for me. They wet my lips with
+some of that stuff in the canteens. On arriving at camp, and sending
+for a surgeon, my wounds were dressed. A broken bone in my right hand,
+a terrific black eye and disfigured forehead, a sprained leg and
+battered side were the result of my excursion. This is the first
+letter I have been able to write since.
+
+Last Saturday the whole regiment was in the finest spirits at seeing
+among us the kindly face of Cincinnati's universally-beloved citizen,
+Larz Anderson, and it did one good to see the hearty shake of hands
+our gallant officers and men gave him. He leaves for home to-day,
+laden with, no doubt, messages of love to many. God bless and speed
+him on his journey.
+
+Captain Burdsall arrived to-day from Cheat Mountain. His command will
+remain here a few days, acting as mounted scouts. The Captain received
+a serious kick from his horse a week or two ago, and has been confined
+to his bed ever since. This company has been a very valuable auxiliary
+to the brigade, both at Cheat River Mountain and this place. We are
+sorry to hear of their intended return to Cincinnati in a few weeks.
+
+The battle-field of Rich Mountain is about four miles from this place,
+and to-day I met with an old veteran, upon whose ground they fought.
+He is a thorough Union man, and was a prisoner in the hands of the
+Secession party. The rebels, to spite the old veteran, dug a trench
+around his house, for burying their dead, only eighteen inches below
+the surface. They also ruined his well by throwing in decayed
+horse-flesh--in fact, ruined his old homestead, by cutting down his
+fruit-trees, and various other specimens of Vandalism.
+
+An incident occurred during the preparation for that battle worth
+mentioning. Mr. ----, an old man of this town, a Representative in the
+Legislature, one who was elected as a Union candidate, and then basely
+betrayed his constituents, and afterward was re-elected as a
+Secessionist--this man, on the eve of the battle, having partaken
+freely of liquor, heard of the advance of our army, and, mounting his
+horse, rode hastily to the rebel camp, to inform them of the intended
+attack. He passed the outer pickets, but was halted by a full company
+of Georgians, who, hearing of the advance of our men, had been thrown
+out to reconnoiter. He, much frightened, supposing he was mistaken and
+was in the Union men's camp, begged them not to shoot, exclaiming, "_I
+am a Union man._" Scarce had the lying words passed his lips when a
+dozen balls pierced his body.
+
+An announcement, made last night, that the rebels were advancing upon
+this post, put the boys in excellent humor. Every piece was put in
+order, and preparations made for a warm reception of the rebel gentry.
+Extra pickets were sent out by Colonel Bosley, who has entire command
+of this post, Captain Wilmington being field-officer of the day. The
+_guests_, however, did not arrive, thus greatly disappointing the
+boys, who had a magnificent _banquet_ in store for them. The bill of
+fare consisted of
+
+    Bullet Soup--with Gunpowder Sauce;
+      Bayonets--drawn from Scabbards;
+        Minie Muskets--nicely _ranged_;
+  Twelve Six-pound Dumplings--U. S. on the margin;
+        2,600 Harper's Ferry Clickers;
+
+besides numerous little delicacies in the way of Colt's "Revolving
+Pudding-hitters" and "_Derangers_," lightning-powder, Bowies,
+slashers, etc.
+
+But as they refused the banquet, why, we will keep it, for the time
+being, ready for them in case of an intended _surprise party_.
+
+A serenade in camp is sweet music, indeed. Last night the Guthrie
+Serenading Club, consisting of E. P. Perkins, W. B. Sheridan, Charlie
+Foster, Captain Wilmington, Zeke Tatem, W. Craven, and S. B. Rice,
+gave the denizens of this town and camp a taste of their quality. The
+hills resounded with sweet sounds.
+
+  "Music soft, music sweet, lingers on the ear."
+
+Captain Pic Russell had an acquisition to his company a few evenings
+since--in fact, a Secession emblem: a snake seven feet long--a regular
+"black sarpent"--quietly coiled himself in the Captain's blanket. He
+was, as soon as discovered, put to death. This region, of country
+abounds in serpents, the rattlesnake being a prolific article.
+
+I must close, as the mail is about to start.
+
+                              Yours,
+                                        Alf.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII.
+
+     Fun in the 123d Ohio -- A Thrilling Incident of the War --
+     General Kelley -- Vote under Strange Circumstances -- Die,
+     but never Surrender.
+
+
+FUN IN THE 123d OHIO.
+
+One of the boys furnished me with a copy of his experiences of camp,
+entitled "_Ye Chronicles of ye One Hundred and Twenty-third
+Regiment._"
+
+1st. Man that is born of woman, and enlisteth as a soldier in the One
+Hundred and Twenty-third Ohio, is few of days and short of rations.
+
+2d. He cometh forth at reveille, is present also at retreat, yea, even
+at tattoo, and retireth, apparently, at taps.
+
+3d. He draweth his rations from the commissary, and devoureth the
+same. He striketh his teeth against much hard tack, and is satisfied.
+He filleth his canteen with apple-jack, and clappeth the mouth thereof
+upon the bung of a whisky-barrel, and after a little while goeth away,
+rejoicing in his strategy.
+
+4th. Much soldiering has made him sharp; yea, even the seat of his
+breeches is in danger of being cut through.
+
+5th. He covenanteth with the credulous farmer for many turkeys and
+chickens; also, at the same time, for much milk and honey, to be paid
+for promptly at the end of each ten days; and lo! his regiment moveth
+on the ninth day to another post.
+
+6th. His tent is filled with potatoes, cabbage, turnips, krout, and
+other delicate morsels of a delicious taste, which abound not in the
+Commissary Department.
+
+7th. And many other things not in the "returns," and which never will
+return; yet, of a truth, it must be said of the soldier of the One
+Hundred and Twenty-third, that he taketh nothing that he can not
+reach.
+
+8th. He fireth his Austrian rifle at midnight, and the whole camp is
+aroused and formed in line of battle, when lo! his mess come bearing
+in a nice porker, which he solemnly declareth so resembled a Secesh
+that he was compelled to pull trigger.
+
+9th. He giveth the provost-marshal much trouble, often capturing his
+guard, and possesseth himself of the city.
+
+10th. At such times "lager" and pretzels flow like milk and honey from
+his generous hand. He giveth without stint to his own comrades; yea,
+and withholdeth not from the One Hundred and Sixteenth Ohio Volunteer
+Infantry, or from the lean, lank, expectant Hoosier of the
+Eighty-seventh Indiana.
+
+11th. He stretcheth forth his hand to deliver his fellow-soldiers of
+the One Hundred and Sixteenth from the power of the enemy; yea,
+starteth at early dawn from Petersburg, even on a "double-quick" doth
+he go, and toileth on through much heat, suffering, privation, and
+much "vexation of spirit," until they are delivered. Verily I say unto
+you, after that he suffereth for want of tents and camp-kettles. Yea,
+on the hights of Moorfield his voice may be heard proclaiming loudly
+for "hard tack and coffee," yet he murmureth not.
+
+12th. But the grunt of a pig or the crowing of a cock awakeneth him
+from, the soundest sleep, and he goeth forth until halted by the
+guard, when he instantly clappeth his hands upon his "bread-basket,"
+and the guard, in commiseration, alloweth him to pass to the rear.
+
+13th. No sooner hath he passed the sentry's beat than he striketh a
+"bee-line" for the nearest hen-roost, and, seizing a pair of plump
+pullets, returneth, soliloquizing: "The noise of a goose saved Rome;
+how much more the flesh of chickens preserveth the soldier!"
+
+14th. He even playeth at eucher with the parson, to see whether or not
+there shall be preaching in camp on the following Sabbath; and by
+dexterously drawing from the bottom a Jack, goeth away rejoicing that
+the service is postponed.
+
+15th. And many other things doeth he; and lo! are they not recorded in
+the "morning reports" of Company B? Yea, verily.
+
+
+A THRILLING INCIDENT OF THE WAR.
+
+Captain Theodore Rogers, son of the Rev. E. P. Rogers, of New York
+City, formerly of Albany, N. Y., enlisted in May, 1861. After a varied
+experience he returned home, and, on the 7th of January, 1862, was
+married, in Cazenovia, New York, to the adopted daughter of H. Ten
+Eyck, Esq., a young lady who, we may be allowed at least to say, was
+every way worthy of the hand of the gallant soldier. The bridal days
+were passed in the camp, where a few weeks of happiness were afforded
+them.
+
+Six months roll away, and the battle at Gaines's Mills opens. Mr.
+Rogers, having left home as first lieutenant, was, on account of his
+superior qualities as a soldier and as a man, promoted to the office
+of captain. His indefatigable efforts to discharge the duties of his
+position seriously impaired his health, and, previous to the battle
+referred to, he was lying sick in his tent. But the booming of the
+enemy's cannon roused the spirit of the soldier, and he forgot himself
+in his desire to win a victory for his country.
+
+An account of the last scene is given by an officer in the rebel army,
+and, coming from such a source, its accuracy can not be questioned.
+Colonel McRae, while passing through Nassau, N. P., on his way to
+England, sought an introduction to a lady, who, he was informed, was
+from Albany. Finding that she knew Dr. Rogers and his family, she
+writes that his whole face lighted up, and he said: "O, I am so glad!
+I have been longing for months to see some one who knew the family of
+the brave young soldier who fell before my eyes."
+
+He then said: "It was just at evening on Friday, June 27, at the
+battle of Gaines's Mills, as your army was falling back, I was struck
+with the appearance of a young man, the captain of a company, who was
+rushing forward at the head of his men, encouraging them, and leading
+them on, perfectly regardless of his own life or safety. His gallantry
+and bravery attracted our notice, and I felt so sure that he must
+fall, and so regretted the sacrifice of his life, that I tried hard
+to take him prisoner. But all my efforts were vain; and when at last I
+saw him fall, I gave orders at once that he should be carried from the
+field. It was the last of the fight, and in a few moments General
+Garland (also of the Confederate army) and I went in search of him,
+and found him under the tree whither I had ordered him to be carried."
+
+Here the voice of the Colonel trembled so that he was hardly able to
+proceed. Recovering himself, he added: "I took from his pocket his
+watch, some money, and three letters--one from his wife, another from
+his father, and the third from his mother. As General Garland (who has
+since been killed) and I read the letters, standing at the side of the
+youthful husband and son, we cried like children--tears of grief and
+regret for the brave and honored soldier, and at the thought of those
+who would mourn him at home."
+
+The Colonel said: "Tell his wife and father and mother that, though he
+was an enemy of whom we say it, he died the bravest and most gallant
+man that ever fell on the battle-field--encouraging and leading his
+men on, going before them to set the example. Tell them, also, that we
+saw him laid tenderly in his grave, (by himself,) and that, when this
+hateful war is over, I can take his wife to the very spot where her
+husband lies."
+
+Colonel McRae was very anxious to know whether the letters and watch
+had been received by his wife, as he said that he gave them into the
+hands of Colonel T----, of the 23d Regiment, who had promised to send
+them by a flag of truce.
+
+From all that could be gathered, the lamented youth never spoke a word
+after receiving his death-wound.
+
+While in the Army of Virginia I obtained the following facts in regard
+to the shooting of Colonel (now General) Kelley. A Staunton (Virginia)
+paper contained the following boastful article:
+
+"Colonel Kelley, the commandant of a portion of Lincoln's forces at
+Philippa, was shot by Archey McClintic, of the Bath Cavalry, Captain
+Richards. Leroy and Foxall Dangerfield, (brothers,) and Archey
+McClintic, soldiers of the Bath Cavalry, were at the bridge, when a
+horse belonging to their company dashed through the bridge without its
+rider, whereupon these soldiers attempted to cross the bridge for the
+purpose of seeing what had been the fate of the owner of the riderless
+horse, when they were met by a portion of the enemy, led on by Colonel
+Kelley. As they met, Archey McClintic shot Colonel Kelley with a
+pistol. Seeing that they would be overcome by the number of the enemy,
+this gallant trio wheeled and retreated through the bridge. As they
+were retreating, they heard the enemy exclaim, 'Shoot the d--d rascal
+on the white horse!' meaning McClintic, who had shot Colonel Kelley.
+They fired, and broke the leg of Leroy P. Dangerfield. As McClintic
+was able to unhorse the colonel of a regiment with an old pistol, we
+hope that no soldier will disdain to use the old-fashioned pistol.
+They are as good as any, if in the proper hands."
+
+From the same paper I cut the following:
+
+"We have been informed that the gallant men who were under the command
+of Captain J. B. Moomau, in the precipitate retreat from Philippa,
+positively refused, after going a mile or two, to retreat any further.
+They were told that, if they would not retreat any further, they had
+better send a flag of truce to the enemy and surrender. It was
+proposed to decide the matter by a vote, when the men _unanimously_
+voted that they would _rather die than surrender_. The word
+'surrender' does not belong to the vocabulary of the brave men of our
+mountains. They are as heroic as Spartans. They are willing to _die_,
+if needs be; but surrender, _never!_ Though the enemy were constantly
+firing Minie muskets at them, they were not at all alarmed, and, being
+true republicans, they were resolved to take the vote of the men
+before they would agree to send a flag of truce, or think for a moment
+of surrendering. Who ever heard of a vote being taken under such
+circumstances? They were flying before the superior and overwhelming
+force of the enemy, yet they were sufficiently calm and self-composed
+to get through with the republican formality of taking the vote of the
+company. The men then under the command of Captain Moomau, of
+Pendleton, were his own company and some fifty belonging to the
+company of Captain Hull, of Highland, who had become separated from
+the other portion of their own company. Such soldiers will never be
+conquered--they may be killed, but they will never surrender."
+
+A few days afterward these "never-surrender" Spartan chaps were
+brought into camp, the most hang-dog looking set of villains I ever
+met.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX.
+
+     Our Hospitals -- No Hope -- A Short and Simple Story -- A
+     Soldier's Pride -- The Last Letter -- Soldierly Sympathy --
+     The Hospitals at Gallatin, and their Ministering Angels.
+
+
+OUR HOSPITALS.
+
+I have visited many of the hospitals, both on the field and those
+located in cities where every convenience obtainable for money was
+profuse. Those in Nashville, Gallatin, and Louisville were, at all
+times, in the most perfect order. Still, in the field, and often in
+cities, cut off as Nashville and Murfreesboro sometimes are, the men
+suffer from the want of many little things. Miss LOUISA ALLCOTT, of
+Boston, who has been kindly administering to the wants of the sick and
+wounded in the hospitals, says:
+
+One evening I found a lately-emptied bed occupied by a large, fair
+man, with a fine face, and the serenest eyes I ever met. One of the
+earlier comers had often spoken of a friend who had remained behind,
+that those apparently worse wounded than himself might reach a shelter
+first. It seemed a David and Jonathan sort of friendship. The man
+fretted for his mate, and was never tired of praising John, his
+courage, sobriety, self-denial, and unfailing kindliness of
+heart--always winding up with--"He's an out-and-out fine feller,
+ma'am; you see if he aint." I had some curiosity to behold this piece
+of excellence, and, when he came, watched him for a night or two
+before I made friends with him; for, to tell the truth, I was afraid
+of the stately-looking man, whose bed had to be lengthened to
+accommodate his commanding stature--who seldom spoke, uttered no
+complaint, asked no sympathy, but tranquilly observed all that went on
+about him; and, as he lay high upon his pillows, no picture of dying
+statesman or warrior was ever fuller of real dignity than this
+Virginia blacksmith.
+
+
+NO HOPE.
+
+A most attractive face he had, framed in brown hair and beard,
+comely-featured and full of vigor, as yet unsubdued by pain,
+thoughtful, and often beautifully mild, while watching the afflictions
+of others, as if entirely forgetful of his own. His mouth was firm and
+grave, with plenty of will and courage in its lines, but a smile could
+make it as sweet as any woman's; and his eyes were child's eyes,
+looking one fairly in the face, with a clear, straightforward glance,
+which promised well for such as placed their faith in him. He seemed
+to cling to life as if it were rich in duties and delights, and he had
+learned the secret of content. The only time I saw his composure
+disturbed was when my surgeon brought another to examine John, who
+scrutinized their faces with an anxious look, asking of the elder: "Do
+you think I shall pull through, sir?" "I hope so, my man." And, as the
+two passed on, John's eyes followed them with an intentness which
+would have won a clearer answer from them had they seen it. A
+momentary shadow flitted over his face; then came the smile of
+serenity, as if, in that brief eclipse, he had acknowledged the
+existence of some hard futurity, and, asking nothing, yet hoping all
+things, left the issue in God's hand, with that submission which is
+true piety.
+
+At night, as I went my rounds with the surgeon, I happened to ask
+which man in the room probably suffered the most, and, to my great
+surprise, he glanced at John.
+
+"Every breath he draws is like a stab; for the ball pierced the left
+lung, broke a rib, and did no end of damage here and there; so the
+poor lad can find neither forgetfulness nor ease, because he must lie
+on his wounded back or suffocate. It will be a hard struggle, and a
+long one, for he possesses great vitality; but even his temperate life
+can't save him. I wish it could."
+
+"You don't mean he must die, Doctor?"
+
+"Bless you, there is not the slightest hope for him, and you'd better
+tell him so before long--women have a way of doing such things
+comfortably; so I leave it to you. He won't last more than a day or
+two at furthest."
+
+I could have sat down on the spot and cried heartily, if I had not
+learned the propriety of bottling up one's tears for leisure moments.
+Such an end seemed very hard for such a man, when half a dozen
+worn-out, worthless bodies round him were gathering up the remnants of
+wasted lives, to linger on for years, perhaps burdens to others,
+daily reproaches to themselves. The army needed men like John,
+earnest, brave, and faithful, fighting for liberty and justice, with
+both heart and hand--a true soldier of the Lord. I could not give him
+up so soon, or think with any patience of so excellent a nature robbed
+of its fulfillment, and blundered into eternity by the rashness or
+stupidity of those at whose hands so many lives may be required. It
+was an easy thing for Dr. P---- to say, "Tell him he must die," but a
+cruelly hard thing to do, and by no means as "comfortable" as he
+politely suggested. I had not the heart to do it then, and privately
+indulged the hope that some change for the better might take place, in
+spite of gloomy prophesies, so rendering my task unnecessary.
+
+
+A SHORT AND SIMPLE STORY.
+
+After that night, an hour of each evening that remained to him was
+devoted to his ease or pleasure. He could not talk much, for breath
+was precious, and he spoke in whispers; but from occasional
+conversations I gleaned scraps of private history, which only added to
+the affection and respect I felt for him. Once he asked me to write a
+letter, and, as I settled with pen and paper, I said, with an
+irrepressible glimmer of female curiosity, "Shall it be addressed to
+mother or wife, John?"
+
+"Neither, ma'am: I've got no wife, and will write to mother, myself,
+when I get better. Did you think I was married because of this?" he
+asked, touching a plain gold ring he wore, and often turned
+thoughtfully on his finger when he lay alone.
+
+"Partly that, but more from a settled sort of look you have--a look
+young men seldom get until they marry."
+
+"I don't know that; but I'm not so very young, ma'am--thirty in May,
+and have been what you might call settled these ten years, for
+mother's a widow. I'm the oldest child she has, and it wouldn't do for
+me to marry till Lizzie has a home of her own, and Laurie has learned
+his trade; for we're not rich, and I must be father to the children,
+and husband to the dear old woman, if I can."
+
+"No doubt you are both, John; yet how came you to go to the war, if
+you felt so? Wasn't enlisting as bad as marrying?"
+
+"No, ma'am, not as I see it; for one is helping my neighbor, the other
+pleasing myself. I went because I couldn't help it. I didn't want the
+glory or the pay; I wanted the right thing done, and the people said
+the men who were in earnest ought to fight. I was in earnest, the Lord
+knows; but I held off as long as I could, not knowing what was my
+duty. Mother saw the case, gave me her ring to keep me steady, and
+said 'Go;' so I went."
+
+A short story, and a simple one; but the man and the mother were
+portrayed better than pages of fine writing could have done it.
+
+
+A SOLDIER'S PRIDE.
+
+"Do you ever regret that you came, when you lie here suffering so
+much?"
+
+"Never, ma'am. I haven't helped a great deal, but I've shown I was
+willing to give my life, and perhaps I've got to; but I don't blame
+any body, and if it was to do over again, I'd do it. I'm a little
+sorry I wasn't wounded in front. It looks cowardly to be hit in the
+back; but I obeyed orders, and it don't matter much in the end, I
+know."
+
+Poor John! it did not matter now, except that a shot in front might
+have spared the long agony in store for him. He seemed to read the
+thought that troubled me, as he spoke so hopefully when there was no
+hope, for he suddenly added:
+
+"This is my first battle--do they think it's going to be my last?"
+
+"I'm afraid they do, John."
+
+It was the hardest question I had ever been called upon to answer;
+doubly hard with those clear eyes fixed upon mine, forcing a truthful
+answer by their own truth. He seemed a little startled at first,
+pondered over the fateful fact a moment, then shook his head, with a
+glance at the broad chest and muscular limbs stretched out before him.
+
+"I'm not afraid; but it is difficult to believe all at once. I'm so
+strong, it does not seem possible for such a little wound to kill me."
+
+
+THE LAST LETTER.
+
+"Shall I write to your mother now?" I asked, thinking that these
+sudden tidings might change all plans and purposes; but they did not:
+for the man received the order of the Divine Commander to march with
+the same unquestioning obedience with which the soldier had received
+that of the human one, doubtless remembering that the first led him to
+life, the last to death.
+
+"No, ma'am--to Laurie, just the same; he'll break it to her best, and
+I'll add a line to her, myself, when you get done."
+
+So I wrote the letter, which he dictated, finding it better than any I
+had sent, for, though here and there a little ungrammatical or
+inelegant, each sentence came to me briefly worded, but most
+expressive, full of excellent counsel to the boy, tenderly bequeathing
+"mother and Lizzie" to his care, and bidding him good-by in words the
+sadder for their simplicity. He added a few lines, with steady hand,
+and, as I sealed it, said, with a patient sort of sigh, "I hope the
+answer will come in time for me to see it." Then, turning away his
+face, he laid the flowers against his lips, as if to hide some quiver
+of emotion at the thought of such a sudden sundering of all the dear
+home ties.
+
+Those things had happened two days before. Now John was dying, and the
+letter had not come. I had been summoned to many death-beds in my
+life, but to none that made my heart ache as it did then, since my
+mother called me to watch the departure of a spirit akin to this, in
+its gentleness and patient strength. As I went in, John stretched out
+both his hands.
+
+"I knew you'd come! I guess I'm moving on, ma'am."
+
+He was, and so rapidly that, even while he spoke, over his face I saw
+the gray veil falling that no human hand can lift. I sat down by him,
+wiped the drops from his forehead, stirred the air about him with the
+slow wave of a fan, and waited to help him die. He stood in sore need
+of help, and I could do so little; for, as the doctor had foretold,
+the strong body rebelled against death, and fought every inch of the
+way, forcing him to draw each breath with a spasm, and clench his
+hands with an imploring look, as if he asked, "How long must I endure
+this, and be still?" For hours he suffered, without a moment's respite
+or a moment's murmuring. His limbs grew cold, his face damp, his lips
+white, and again and again he tore the covering off his breast, as if
+the lightest weight added to his agony; yet, through it all, his eyes
+never lost their perfect serenity, and the man's soul seemed to sit
+therein, undaunted by the ills that vexed his flesh.
+
+
+SOLDIERLY SYMPATHY.
+
+One by one the men awoke, and round the room appeared a circle of pale
+faces and watchful eyes, full of awe and pity; for, though a stranger,
+John was beloved by all. Each man there had wondered at his patience,
+respected his piety, admired his fortitude, and now lamented his hard
+death; for the influence of an upright nature had made itself deeply
+felt, even in one little week. Presently, the Jonathan who so loved
+this comely David came creeping from his bed for a last look and word.
+The kind soul was full of trouble, as the choke in his voice, the
+grasp of his hand betrayed; but there were no tears, and the farewell
+of the friends was the more touching for its brevity.
+
+"Old boy, how are you?" faltered the one.
+
+"Most through, thank heaven!" whispered the other.
+
+"Can I say or do any thing for you, anywheres?"
+
+"Take my things home, and tell them that I did my best."
+
+"I will! I will!"
+
+"Good-by, Ned."
+
+"Good-by, John; good-by!"
+
+They kissed each other tenderly as women, and so parted; for poor Ned
+could not stay to see his comrade die. For a little while there was no
+sound in the room but the drip of water from a pump or two, and John's
+distressful gasps, as he slowly breathed his life away. I thought him
+nearly gone, and had laid down the fan, believing its help no longer
+needed, when suddenly he rose up in his bed, and cried out, with a
+bitter cry, that broke the silence, sharply startling every one with
+its agonized appeal, "For God's sake, give, me air!"
+
+It was the only cry pain or death had wrung from him, the only boon he
+had asked, and none of us could grant it, for all the airs that blow
+were useless now. Dan flung up the window; the first red streak of
+dawn was warming the gray east, a herald of the coming sun. John saw
+it, and, with the love of light which lingers in us to the end, seemed
+to read in it a sign of hope, of help, for over his whole face broke
+that mysterious expression, brighter than any smile, which often comes
+to eyes that look their last. He laid himself down gently, and
+stretching out his strong right arm, as if to grasp and bring the
+blessed air to his lips in fuller flow, lapsed into a merciful
+unconsciousness, which assured us that for him suffering was forever
+past.
+
+As we stood looking at him, the ward-master handed me a letter, saying
+it had been forgotten the night before. It was John's letter, come
+just an hour too late to gladden the eyes that had looked and longed
+for it so eagerly--yet he had it; for after I had cut some brown locks
+for his mother, and taken off the ring to send her, telling how well
+the talisman had done its work, I kissed this good son for her sake,
+and laid the letter in his hand, still folded as when I drew my own
+away.
+
+
+On my visit to the hospital at Gallatin, I was called to the bedside
+of a dying boy, who belonged in Columbus, Ohio. There I met Dr. W. P.
+Eltsun, Dr. Armington, Dr. Landis, and other surgeons, all working
+faithfully for the suffering men; but Death had marked this boy for
+his own. I took his almost pulseless hand in mine, wiped the cold
+sweat from his brow, and, as I did so, he murmured, in a soft tone--a
+tone of sweet sadness--and with a half vacant stare, "Mother, is that
+you? O, how long I've waited for your coming! Tell sister I'm better
+now. Good-by, Charlie. Halt! who goes there?" and then a sudden start
+seemed to bring him to a realization of his situation, and he quietly
+gazed at me for a moment, called me by name, and said, "Alf, will you
+write a letter for me to-morrow?" This I promised, should he be able
+to dictate to me what I should write. In a few minutes he again called
+the sweet name of "Mother! Mother!" and with the words "good-by" upon
+his lips, and a smile of joy beaming on his face, he fell into that
+sleep that knows no waking.
+
+There were three ministering angels, who had left all the luxuries of
+a home, attending in this hospital. They had volunteered as nurses,
+and had come from Indianapolis, to render all the aid they could to
+our country's noble defenders. Indiana should remember the names of
+Miss Bates, Miss Cathcart, and Mrs. Ketchum.
+
+[Illustration: Sports in camp. See page 99.]
+
+
+THE ENSIGN-BEARER.
+
+Written Expressly for Mr. Alf. BURNETT, by Miss Cora M. EAGER.
+
+  Never mind me, Uncle Jared, never mind my bleeding breast;
+  They are charging in the valley, and you're needed with the rest;
+  All the day through, from its dawning till you saw your kinsman fall,
+  You have answered fresh and fearless to our brave commander's call,
+  And I would not rob my country of your gallant aid to-night,
+  Though your presence and your pity stay my spirit in its flight.
+
+  All along that quivering column, see the death-steeds trampling down
+  Men whose deeds this day are worthy of a kingdom and a crown.
+  Prithee, hasten, Uncle Jared--what's the bullet in my breast
+  To that murderous storm of fire, raining tortures on the rest?
+  See, the bayonets flash and falter--look I the foe begins to win!
+  See, see our faltering comrades! God! how the ranks are closing in!
+
+  Hark! there's muttering in the distance, and a thundering in the air,
+  Like the snorting of a lion just emerging from his lair;
+  There's a cloud of something yonder, fast unrolling like a scroll;
+  Quick, quick! if it be succor that can save the cause a soul!
+  Look! a thousand thirsty bayonets are flashing down the vale,
+  And a thousand hungry riders dashing onward like a gale.
+
+  Raise me higher, Uncle Jared; place the ensign in my hand;
+  I am strong enough to wave it, while you cheer that flying band.
+  Louder! louder! shout for Freedom, with prolonged and vigorous breath;
+  Shout for Liberty, and Union, and--the victory over death!
+  See! they catch the stirring numbers, and they swell them to the breeze,
+  Cap, and plume, and starry banner, waving proudly through the trees.
+
+  Mark! our fainting comrades rally--mark! that drooping column rise;
+  I can almost see the fire newly kindled in their eyes.
+  Fresh for conflict, nerved to conquer, see them charging on the foe,
+  Face to face, with deadly meaning, shot, and shell and trusty blow;
+  See the thinned ranks wildly breaking; see them scatter toward the sun!
+  I can die now, Uncle Jared, for the glorious day is won.
+
+  But there's something, something pressing with a numbness on my heart,
+  And my lips, with mortal dumbness, fail the burden to impart.
+  O, I tell you, Uncle Jared, there is something, back of all,
+  That a soldier can not part with when he heeds his country's call.
+  Ask the mother what, in dying, sends the yearning spirit back
+  Over life's broken marches, where she's pointed out the track?
+
+  Ask the dear ones gathered nightly round the shining household hearth,
+  What to them is brighter, better than the choicest things of earth?
+  Ask that dearer one, whose loving, like a ceaseless vestal flame,
+  Sets my very soul a-glowing at the mention of her name;
+  Ask her why the loved, in dying, feels her spirit linked with his
+  In a union death but strengthens? she will tell you what it is.
+
+  And there's something, Uncle Jared, you may tell her, if you will,
+  That the precious flag she gave me I have kept unsullied still;
+  And--this touch of pride forgive me--where Death sought our gallant host,
+  Where our stricken lines were weakest, there it ever waved the most;
+  Bear it back, and tell her, fondly, brighter, purer, steadier far,
+  'Mid the crimson strife of battle, shone my life's unsetting star!
+
+  But, forbear, dear Uncle Jared, when there's something more to tell,
+  And her lips, with rapid blanching, bid you answer how I fell;
+  Teach your tongue the trick of slighting, though 'tis faithful to the rest,
+  Lest it say her brother's bullet is the bullet in my breast.
+  But, if it must be that she learn it, despite your tender care,
+  'T will soothe her bleeding heart to know my bayonet pricked the air.
+
+  Life is ebbing, Uncle Jared; my enlistment endeth here;
+  Death, the conqueror, has drafted--I can no more volunteer.
+  But I hear the roll-call yonder, and I go with willing feet
+  Through the shadows to the valley where victorious armies meet.
+  Raise the ensign, _Uncle Jared_--let its dear folds o'er me _fall_;
+  Strength and Union for my country, and _God's_ banner over _all_.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X.
+
+     Sports in Camp -- Anecdote of the 63d Ohio and Colonel
+     Sprague -- Soldier's Dream of Home -- The Wife's Reply.
+
+
+                              Army of the Cumberland,
+                              Camp near Triune, Tenn., _May 12, 1863_.
+
+There are, at all times, sunny sides as well as the dark and
+melancholy picture, in camp life. Men whose business is that of
+slaughter--men trained to slay and kill, will, amid the greatest
+destruction of life, become oblivious to all surrounding scenes of
+death and carnage.
+
+I have seen men seated amid hundreds of slain, quietly enjoying a game
+of "seven-up," or having _a little draw_. Yet let them once return to
+their homes, and enjoy the society and influence of the gentler sex,
+and they will soon forget the excitement and vices of camp, and return
+to the more useful and ennobling enjoyments of life.
+
+Yesterday a lively time, generally, was had in camp. After the
+drilling of the division, a grand cock-fight occurred on the hill.
+Some of the boys, who are regular game-fanciers, brought some splendid
+chickens, and, as a consequence, a good deal of money changed hands.
+The birds fought nobly: three were killed, one of them killing his
+opponent the first round, and instantly crowing, much to the amusement
+of the Sports. This fighting with gaffs is not a cruel sport, as one
+or the other is soon killed.
+
+Snakes are not so prevalent in these parts as they were when we first
+came: then it was not uncommon to find a nice little "garter" quietly
+ensconced in one's pocket, or in your pantaloon leg, or taking a nap
+in one corner of your tent.
+
+A prize-fight occurred in the division a few days ago. A couple of
+sons of _Ethiopia_, regular young bucks, feeling their dignity
+insulted by various epithets hurled at each other, from loud-mouthing
+adjourned to fight it out in the woods--a big crowd following to enjoy
+the fun. A ring was soon formed, and at it they went, _a la_ Sayers
+and Heenan. Umpires were improvised for the occasion, and
+time-keepers, etc., chosen.
+
+The first clash was a _butter_ and a _rebutter_, their heads coming
+together, fairly making the _wool_ fly. This was round first.
+
+_Round 2d._--35th Ohio darkey came boldly to the scratch; as he only
+weighed sixty-five pounds more than his opponent, and with the
+_slight_ difference of one foot six inches higher, he pitched in most
+valiantly, and received a splendid hit on the sconce, which made him
+feel as if a _flea_ bit him. After full ten minutes skirmishing,
+during which time neither struck the other, both retired to the
+further _corner_ of the _ring_, until time was called.
+
+_Round 3d._--Minnesota Ethiopian, who had been weakening in the pulse
+for some time, came up shaky, and was received with laughter by his
+opponent; but the little fellow hit out splendidly, and launched an
+eye-shutter at the stalwart form of the 35th darkey. First blood
+claimed for the 2d Minnesota.
+
+_Round 4th_ was, per agreement, a rough and tumble affair, as the
+spectators were growing impatient; and such "wool-carding" was never
+before exhibited. Both fought plucky; but the 2d Minnesota having but
+just recovered from a _sick of fitness_, as he said, was about being
+overpowered, when the officer of the day interfered; and thus ended
+the dispute for the time. Betters _drew_ their money, as the fight was
+a _draw_.
+
+
+BALL IN CAMP.
+
+Last night we had a fancy-dress ball, a _recherche_ affair, a fine
+dancing-floor having been laid down in Company I's ground. A
+first-rate cotillion band was engaged, and played up lively airs. Your
+correspondent had a special invitation to be present, and enjoyed the
+party amazingly.
+
+The belles of the evening were Miss Allers, the Widow Place, Miss
+Stewart, Miss Austin, and Miss Dodge, all of Minnesota.
+
+Miss Dodge wore an elegant wreath of red clover, mingled with
+beech-leaves, and was dressed in red and white--the red being part of
+a shirt, kindly furnished by one of the friends of the lady; the white
+was expressly manufactured by the Widow Place, dressmaker and milliner
+for this regiment.
+
+Miss Stewart is a beautiful creature, of a bronzed hue, from excessive
+exposure to the sun. She also wore a wreath of young clover, mingled
+with bunches of wheat.
+
+Miss Allers was rather undignified in her actions; her dress we
+thought too short at the bottom, and too high in the neck; however,
+Miss A. was dressed in Union colors, having an American flag for an
+apron, and blue and red dress, with a neat-fitting _waste_--of
+materials.
+
+But the one in whom we felt the deepest interest was the Widow. She
+had all the grace and elegance of a hippopotamus, and her style was
+enchanting. She wore a low-necked dress, with a bouquet of
+cauliflowers and garlick in her bosom, a wreath of onion-greens in her
+hair, full, red dress, and elaborate hoops, which continually said,
+"Don't come a-nigh me." Her bashful behavior was the talk of the
+evening, and the gay Widow and your correspondent, when upon the
+floor, were the cynosure of all eyes. The dance continued until the
+Colonel ordered a _double tattoo_ sounded, so that we could hear it.
+Several intruders were put out, for conduct unbecoming gentlemen. The
+ball was strictly _private_, as no _commissioned_ officers were
+allowed to participate.
+
+However, the officers were truly amused at the fun, and, as women
+have, ere this, been dressed in _men's_ clothes, there is no reason
+the boot shouldn't, this time, be on the other leg.
+
+Miss Austin's dance of the Schottische, with double-soled military
+boots, was excellent. Miss Austin belongs in Louisville, and has long
+been known as a female _auctioneer_.
+
+The 9th Ohio band has arrived, and the boys are delighted. This is a
+new band, all Cincinnati musicians, and they are truly welcome to the
+camp.
+
+Boys want to hear from home as often as possible. It will be well for
+the girls to bear this in mind, and write often. Letters of love, we
+may say, alphabetically speaking, are X T Z to those who get them.
+
+
+ANECDOTE OF THE 63d OHIO AND COLONEL SPRAGUE.
+
+The 63d boys love Colonel Sprague; they are not exactly afraid of him,
+but many a one would rather be whipped, any day, than take a reprimand
+from him. For instance: several nights ago one of the men, instigated
+by the love of good eating, and not having the fear of God before his
+eyes, attempted to pinch, as they say in the 63d, a can of fruit at
+the sutler's tent. But, unluckily for him, the sutler saw him, sprang
+out of bed, caught him by the collar and took him prisoner. As soon as
+the sutler got hold of him he began to address him in language more
+forcible than polite. "You d--d thief, I'll pay you for this; I'll
+take you before the Colonel, and, if I had my boots on, I'd take it
+out in kicking you."
+
+"I'll tell you what," said the soldier, "I'll wait here till you put
+your boots on, and you may kick me as much as you please, if you won't
+take me before the Colonel."
+
+The following exquisite poem was handed me by Colonel Durbin Ward, of
+the 17th Ohio. I wish I knew the author. They are beautiful lines:
+
+
+THE SOLDIER'S DREAM OF HOME.
+
+    You have put the children to bed, Alice--
+      Maud and Willie and Rose;
+    They have lisped their sweet "Our Father,"
+      And sunk to their night's repose.
+
+    Did they think of me, dear Alice?
+      Did they think of me, and say,
+    "God bless him, and God bless him,
+      Dear father, far away?"
+
+    O, my very heart grows sick, Alice,
+      I long so to behold
+    Rose, with her pure white forehead,
+      And Maud, with her curls of gold;
+    And Willie, so gay and sprightly,
+      So merry and full of glee--,
+    O, my heart yearns to enfold ye,
+      My smiling group of three.
+
+    I can bear the noisy day, Alice--
+      The camp life, gay and wild,
+    Shuts from my yearning bosom
+      The thoughts of wife and child;
+    But when the night is round me,
+      And under its starry beams
+    I gather my cloak about me,
+      And dream such long, sad dreams!
+
+    I think of a pale young wife, Alice,
+      Who looked up in my face
+    When the drum beat at evening
+      And called me to my place.
+    I think of three sweet birdlings,
+      Left in the dear home-nest,
+    And my soul is sick with longings,
+      That will not be at rest.
+
+    O, when will the war be over, Alice?
+      O, when shall I behold
+    Rose, with her pure white forehead,
+      And Maud, with her curls of gold;
+    And Will, so gay and sprightly,
+      So merry and full of glee,
+    And more than all, the dear wife
+      Who bore my babes to me?
+
+    God guard and keep you all, Alice;
+      God guard and keep me, too,
+    For if only one were missing,
+      What would the others do?
+    O, when will the war be over,
+      And when shall I behold
+    Those whom I love so dearly,
+      Safe in the dear home-fold?
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+THE WIFE'S REPLY.
+
+Dedicated to the Author of "The Soldier's Dream of Home."
+
+    You say you dream of us, Willie,
+      When fall the shades of night,
+    And you wrap your cloak around you
+      By the camp-fire's flickering light;
+    And you wonder if our little ones
+      Have bowed their curly heads,
+    And asked a blessing for you,
+      Before they sought their beds!
+
+    It was but this very night, Willie,
+      That our Willie came to me,
+    And looking up into my face,
+      As he stood beside my knee,
+    He said, "Mamma, I wonder
+      When will this war be o'er,
+    For O, I long so much to see
+      My dear papa once more."
+
+    My heart was full of tears, Willie,
+      But I kept them from my eyes,
+    And the answer that I made him
+      Opened his with sad surprise--?
+    "Suppose he should _never_ come, Willie!"
+      "But, mamma, I _know_ he will,
+    For I pray to Jesus every night
+      To spare my father still."
+
+    I clasped him in my arms, Willie,
+      I pressed him to my breast;
+    His childish faith it shamed me,
+      And my spirit's vague unrest;
+    And I felt that our Heavenly Father,
+      From his throne in the "City of Gold,"
+    Would watch you and guard you and bring you
+      Safe back to the dear home-fold.
+
+    We think of you every night, Willie;
+      We think of you every day;
+    Our every prayer wafts to Heaven the name
+      Of one who is far away.
+    And Rose, with her pure white forehead,
+      And Maud, with her curls of gold,
+    Are talking in whispers together,
+      Of the time when they shall behold
+
+    The father they love so dearly;
+      And Willie, with childish glee,
+    Is bidding me "not to forget to tell
+      Papa to remember me."
+    So we think of you every night, Willie
+      By the camp-fire's fitful gleams,
+    Until the war shall be over,
+      Let us mingle still in your dreams.
+
+                                        A. L. Y.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI.
+
+     The Atrocities of Slavery -- The Beauties of the Peculiar
+     Institution -- A few Well-substantiated Facts -- Visit to
+     Gallatin, Tennessee.
+
+
+THE ATROCITIES OF SLAVERY.
+
+A late number of the _Atlantic Monthly_ gives the following in
+relation to General Butler and his administration in Louisiana:
+
+Among the many personal anecdotes are the following, which are almost
+too horrible to be published, but for the impressive lesson they
+convey. One of the incidents was related more briefly by the General
+himself, when in New York, in January last. We quote from the writer
+in the _Atlantic_.
+
+Just previous to the arrival of General Banks at New Orleans, I was
+appointed Deputy Provost-Marshal of the city, and held the office for
+some days after he had assumed command. One day, during the last week
+of our stay in the South, a young woman of about twenty years called
+upon me to complain that her landlord had ordered her out of her
+house, because she was unable longer to pay the rent, and she wished
+me to authorize her to take possession of one of her father's houses
+that had been confiscated, he being a wealthy rebel, then in the
+Confederacy, and actively engaged in the rebellion.
+
+The girl was a perfect blonde in complexion; her hair was of a very
+pretty light shade of brown, and perfectly straight; her eyes a clear,
+honest gray; and her skin as delicate and fair as a child's. Her
+manner was modest and ingenuous, and her language indicated much
+intelligence.
+
+Considering these circumstances, I think I was justified in wheeling
+around in my chair, and indulging in an unequivocal stare of
+incredulous amazement, when, in the course of conversation, she
+dropped a remark about having been born a slave.
+
+"Do you mean to tell me," said I, "that you have negro blood in your
+veins?" And I was conscious of a feeling of embarrassment at asking a
+question so apparently preposterous.
+
+"Yes," she replied, and then related the history of her life, which I
+shall repeat as briefly as possible:
+
+"My father," she commenced, "is Mr. Cox, formerly a judge of one of
+the courts in this city. He was very rich, and owned a great many
+houses here. There is one of them over there," she remarked, naively,
+pointing to a handsome residence opposite my office in Canal Street.
+"My mother was one of his slaves. When I was sufficiently grown, he
+placed me at school, at the Mechanics' Institute Seminary, on
+Broadway, New York. I remained there until I was about fifteen years
+of age, when Mr. Cox came on to New York and took me from the school
+to a hotel, where he obliged me to live with him as his mistress; and
+to-day, at the age of twenty-one, I am the mother of a boy five years
+old, who is my father's son. After remaining some time in New York, he
+took me to Cincinnati and other cities at the North, in all of which I
+continued to live with him as before. During this sojourn in the Free
+States I induced him to give me a deed of manumission; but on our
+return to New Orleans he obtained it from me and destroyed it. At this
+time I tried to break off the unnatural connection, whereupon he
+caused me to be publicly whipped in the streets of the city, and then
+obliged me to marry a colored man; and now he has run off, leaving me
+without the least provision against want or actual starvation, and I
+ask you to give me one of his houses, that I may have a home for
+myself and three little children."
+
+Strange and improbable as this story appeared, I remembered, as it
+progressed, that I had heard it from Governor Shepley, who, as well as
+General Butler, had investigated it, and learned that it was not only
+true in every particular, but was perfectly familiar to the citizens
+of New Orleans, by whom Judge Cox had been elected to administer
+justice.
+
+The clerks of my office, most of whom were old residents of the city,
+were well informed in the facts of the case, and attested the truth of
+the girl's story.
+
+I was exceedingly perplexed, and knew not what to do in the matter;
+but, after some thought, I answered her thus:
+
+"This department has changed rulers, and I know nothing of the policy
+of the new commander. If General Butler were still in authority, I
+should not hesitate a moment to grant your request; for, even if I
+should commit an error of judgment, I am perfectly certain he would
+overlook it, and applaud the humane impulse that prompted the act; but
+General Banks might be less indulgent, and make very serious trouble
+with me for taking a step he would perhaps regard as unwarrantable."
+
+I still hesitated, undecided how to act, when suddenly a happy thought
+struck me, and, turning to the girl, I added--
+
+"To-day is Thursday: next Tuesday I leave this city With General
+Butler for a land where, thank God! such wrongs as yours can not
+exist; and, as General Banks is deeply engrossed in the immediate
+business at head-quarters, he will hardly hear of my action before the
+ship leaves--so I am going to give you the house."
+
+I am sure the kind-hearted reader will find no fault with me that I
+took particular pains to select one of the largest of her father's
+houses, (it contained forty rooms,) when she told me that she wanted
+to let the apartments as a means of support for herself and her
+children.
+
+My only regret in the case was that Mr. Cox had not been considerate
+enough to leave a carriage and a pair of bays on my hands, that I
+might have had the satisfaction of enabling his daughter to disport
+herself about the city in a style corresponding to her importance as a
+member of so respectable and wealthy a family.
+
+And this story, that I have just told, reminds me of another, similar
+in many respects.
+
+One Sunday morning, late last summer, as I came down-stairs to the
+breakfast-room, I was surprised to find a large number of persons
+assembled in the library. When I reached the door, a member of the
+staff took me by the arm and drew me into the room toward a young and
+delicate mulatto girl, who was standing against the opposite wall,
+with the meek, patient bearing of her race, so expressive of the
+system of oppression to which they have been so long subjected.
+Drawing down the border of her dress, my conductor showed me a sight
+more revolting than I trust ever again to behold. The poor girl's back
+was flayed until the quivering flesh resembled a fresh beefsteak
+scorched on a gridiron. With a cold chill creeping through my veins, I
+turned away from the sickening spectacle, and, for an explanation of
+the affair, scanned the various persons about the room.
+
+In the center of the group, at his writing-table, sat the General. His
+head rested on his hand, and he was evidently endeavoring to fix his
+attention upon the remarks of a tall, swarthy-looking man who stood
+opposite, and who, I soon discovered, was the owner of the girl, and
+was attempting a defense of the foul outrage he had committed upon the
+unresisting and helpless person of his unfortunate victim, who stood
+smarting, but silent, under the dreadful pain inflicted by the brutal
+lash.
+
+By the side of the slaveholder stood our Adjutant-General, his face
+livid with almost irrepressible rage, and his fists tight-clenched, as
+if to violently restrain himself from visiting the guilty wretch with
+summary and retributive justice. Disposed about the room, in various
+attitudes, but all exhibiting in their countenances the same mingling
+of horror and indignation, were other members of the staff--while near
+the door stood three or four house-servants, who were witnesses in
+the case.
+
+To the charge of having administered the inhuman castigation, Landry
+(the owner of the girl) pleaded guilty, but urged, in extenuation,
+that the girl had dared to make an effort for that freedom which her
+instincts, drawn from the veins of her abuser, had taught her was the
+God-given right of all who possess the germ of immortality,--no matter
+what the color of the casket in which it is hidden. I say "drawn from
+the veins of her abuser," because she declared she was his daughter;
+and every one in the room, looking upon the man and woman confronting
+each other, confessed that the resemblance justified the assertion.
+
+After the conclusion of all the evidence in the case, the General
+continued in the same position as before, and remained for some time
+apparently lost in abstraction. I shall never forget the singular
+expression on his face. I had been accustomed to see him in a storm of
+passion at any instance of oppression or flagrant injustice; but on
+this occasion he was too deeply affected to obtain relief in the usual
+way. His whole air was one of dejection, almost listlessness; his
+indignation too intense, and his anger too stern, to find expression
+even in his countenance.
+
+Never have I seen that peculiar look but on three or four occasions
+similar to the one I am narrating, when I knew he was pondering upon
+the fatal curse that had cast its withering blight upon all around,
+until the manhood and humanity were crushed out of the people, and
+outrages such as the above were looked upon with complacency, and the
+perpetrators treated as respected and worthy citizens, and that he was
+realizing the great truth, that, however man might endeavor to guide
+this war to the advantage of a favorite idea or a sagacious policy,
+the Almighty was directing it surely and steadily for the purification
+of our country from this greatest of national sins.
+
+But to return to my story. After sitting in the mood which I have
+described at such length, the General again turned to the prisoner,
+and said, in a quiet, subdued tone of voice--
+
+"Mr. Landry, I dare not trust myself to decide to-day what punishment
+would be meet for your offense, for I am in that state of mind that I
+fear I might exceed the strict demands of justice. I shall, therefore,
+place you under guard for the present, until I conclude upon your
+sentence."
+
+A few days after, a number of influential citizens having represented
+to the General that Mr. Landry was not only a "high-toned gentleman,"
+but a person of unusual "AMIABILITY" of character, and was,
+consequently, entitled to no small degree of leniency, he answered
+that, in consideration of the prisoner's "high-toned" character, and
+especially of his "amiability," of which he had seen so remarkable a
+proof, he had determined to meet their views, and therefore ordered
+that Landry give a deed of manumission to the girl, and pay a fine of
+five hundred dollars, to be placed in the hands of a trustee for her
+benefit.
+
+
+BEAUTIES OF THE PECULIAR INSTITUTION--A FEW WELL-SUBSTANTIATED FACTS.
+
+A Mr. P----, deceased, of Gallatin, Tenn., for years a slave-trader,
+had children both by his wife and her body-servant, a beautiful
+mulatto woman--thus making, generally, the additions to his family in
+_duplicate_. One of his illegitimate daughters--a beautiful,
+hazel-eyed mulatto girl--is now the waiting-maid of his widow. This
+bright mulatto girl is married to a slave belonging to a prominent
+member of Congress from Tennessee, and has a son, a particularly apt
+and intelligent boy, whom the rebel women used to send around the
+camps, head-quarters, and street corners, to obtain the latest news,
+and report the same to them. Although but eight years old, he was too
+shrewd to remain quietly a slave. When the daughter of a Federal
+officer opened a little school, to teach a few contrabands, he came,
+and learned very rapidly. But his intellectual growth was suddenly
+stopped by the interference of his _grand_mother, who followed him to
+the school one day, and dragged him from the room in a perfect rage,
+threatening to kill him if he ever dared enter a _free_-school again,
+at the same time declaring to him that "he was not President Lincoln
+yet."
+
+Another instance: The wealthy and prominent Colonel G----, of
+Gallatin, Tenn., a very _respectable_ and _high-toned_ gentleman, who
+is reputed a _kind-hearted_ and benevolent man, _remarkably lenient_
+toward his slaves, whose praise is in the mouths of our Northern
+soldiers for his kind hospitalities, finding that his slaves, in view
+of the coming difficulties, did not increase fast enough for profit,
+called them all together on the 1st of January, 1862, and said to
+them: "Now, wenches, mind, every one of you that aint 'big' in three
+or four months, I intend to sell to the slave-trader." He afterward
+chuckled over it, adding that it "brought them to terms." Comment
+needless.
+
+In the fall of 1861, in Piketon, Ky., at the headwaters of the Big
+Sandy, were two families--one known as the Slone family, the other as
+the Johnson family. The slaves of the former were all liberated about
+seventeen years before, by a will, stipulating that they should remain
+with his wife and work the plantation while she lived. Mrs. Slone died
+about two years after her husband, and not only emancipated these
+slaves, according to the last will and testament of her deceased
+husband, but, as they had taken more care of the old lady in her
+declining years than her sons, she thought it but equitable and right
+to disinherit the sons and leave the remnant of a once large estate,
+reduced to $9,000, to the slaves. But the gloating avarice of her
+gambling sons, backed by a vile public sentiment, prompted these
+unnatural sons to attempt to break the wills of their father and
+mother. After litigating the case about twelve years, and having been
+defeated in the highest courts in Kentucky, they went back and set up
+a claim of $2,000 against their father's estate, when these despoiled
+slaves had to deposit the last of their estate as security, having
+been for more than twelve years thus harassed and perplexed by
+vexatious lawsuits. When the Union army under General Nelson came into
+that country, and had that trumpeted battle at Ivy Mountain, and our
+troops reached Prestonburg, twenty-five miles from Piketon, these
+hunted and plundered ones concluded that _now_ was the time for them
+to escape to the "promised land." They gathered together their little
+_all_, cut fifty or sixty saw-logs, made a raft, loaded their worldly
+goods on it, and floated down the river. When they reached
+Prestonburg, General Nelson had them arrested, cut their raft to
+pieces, and sent them back to Piketon. Afterward, when our troops,
+under the intrepid Garfield, moved up the river, and made their
+head-quarters at Piketon, these tormented and persecuted ones were
+told that now they might avail themselves of the Government boats to
+go down the river and leave the land of their tormentors.
+
+The Johnson family slaves were liberated, at the death of their owner,
+by a will, the writer and executor of which had run off into the rebel
+army, carrying it with him. A distant relative of Mr. Johnson, a
+worthless, shiftless, ignorant fellow, moved upon the plantation, and
+claimed not only the property, but the slaves. "When our troops were
+about leaving Piketon, the most intelligent of the Slone family asked
+of Captain H----, A. A. Q. M., the privilege of using a push-boat to
+transport the family down the river. Consent was given them, and, the
+next morning, the _two_ families gathered together, the old and young,
+men and women and children, numbering fifty-nine souls, and started
+down the river. Colonel C----, commanding the post, had them arrested,
+and ordered them back. One of his own officers represented to him that
+these people had an order for the boat from General Garfield, and,
+becoming alarmed, he let them go upon their way. Soon, however, the
+biped hounds were on their track, in hot pursuit. Two slaves, married
+into these families, had escaped and followed this boat-load. Although
+their villainous masters had fought in the rebel army, they were
+furnished with passes to pursue their fleeing slaves, under the
+protection of the United States arms. These pursuers, weary and
+exhausted, stopped at a slave-trader's above Paintsville, where a
+large bend in the river enabled them to gain several miles by a cross
+cut, took horses, and arrived at foot of Buffalo Shoals just as the
+boat-load of fifty-nine frightened souls were going over it. They at
+once leveled their rifles, and ordered the boat to lie-to, supposing
+their slaves were aboard. They did so, and occupied a small vacant hut
+on the bank of the river, awaiting a Government boat that would be
+down on the following morning. Early the next morning, (Sunday,) two
+lewd fellows of the baser sort, pursuing them in a skiff, landed at
+the place of rendezvous, and were about to rush into the cabin, when
+the leader of the negroes stopped them, saying:
+
+"Porter and Radcliff, _you can't enter here_; we have none of your
+slaves."
+
+But the boldest of these desperadoes, tiger-like, crouched on his
+hands and knees, and got in the rear of the cabin. Then, suddenly
+rushing upon the old man, said, "Damn you, I'll shoot you any way,"
+and fired, the ball lodging in the abdomen. He continued to fire,
+indiscriminately, into the group of women and children, hitting one
+girl in the knee, and a younger child on the side of the head. Then
+these cowardly miscreants rushed away, but not until a ball from the
+rifle of one of these freedmen took effect in the thigh of Radcliff.
+These men seemed to love the negro so well that they were not willing
+to let even freedmen leave the State, if they have but the least taint
+of African blood in their veins; and now they stand as sentinels
+around the tottering bastile, lest some of the victims escape.
+
+Another instance: In Hospital No. 2, in Gallatin, there is now at work
+a girl eighteen years of age, of pure Anglo-Saxon blood. This girl's
+reputed mother says, that when her own child was born, it was taken
+away from her, and this white child put in its place. She is satisfied
+it was the illegitimate child of her master's daughter, which she had
+_by her own father_.
+
+In September, 1862, at Stevenson, Alabama, in collecting contrabands
+to work on the fortifications, we found a _white man_, sixty-three
+years old, who had all his life been compelled to herd with negroes.
+He had been forced to live with four different black women as his
+wives, by whom he had twenty-eight children. Colonel Straight, of the
+51st Indiana Regiment, saw one of the old man's daughters, and said
+she was as white and had as beautiful blue eyes as any girl he ever
+saw in his own State. His was the same sad story--that he was an
+illegitimate son of his master's daughter, in Virginia; was taken to
+the slave-pen, where, with one hundred and twenty-seven others, he was
+raised for the market. We started him to Governor Morton, of Indiana,
+as a specimen of the men made chattels, and for which the South was
+fighting. He was captured on his way North. This is wickedness,
+"naked, but not ashamed."
+
+We copy the following from the Montgomery (Alabama) _Advertiser_:
+
+     One Hundred Dollars Reward--Or Fifty Dollars if arrested in
+     the State, will be paid for the arrest and confinement in
+     jail, so that I may get him, of my boy Lewis, who left home
+     on Sunday, the 14th inst. Lewis is about five feet, seven
+     inches high, _light complexion, nearly white_, spare made,
+     well dressed, wore mustache and goatee, quick to reply when
+     spoken to, has "traveled," and _may attempt to pass for a
+     white person_; he may endeavor to get to Richmond, where his
+     mother and family reside.
+
+                                        William Foster.
+
+     Tuskegee, Ala., _June 14, 1863_.
+
+
+We suppose that this "nearly white" slave, who, it is suspected, will
+try to "pass for a white person," is William Foster's grandson, or
+perhaps his own offspring. Foster, no doubt, thinks that the negro is
+indebted to slavery for his moral and religious training. We advise
+the conservative journals to copy the above advertisement, and comment
+indignantly on the practice of amalgamation. The occasion will be a
+good one; and we assure them that the instances are as plenty as
+blackberries in Dixie.
+
+At Athens, Alabama, in the summer of 1862, when that noble, earnest,
+and efficient officer, General Turchin, was court-martialed because he
+_hurt_ the rebels of that State, General G---- was invited to make his
+head-quarters at Dr. Nicklin's, one of the largest slaveholders in
+that part of the State, a devoted member of the Methodist Episcopal
+Church, and really a highly cultivated and courteous gentleman. One
+day he charged the General with being _radical_. The General said,
+"No, I'm only a Republican; but I have a most radical commissary on
+my staff." The next day the radical commissary was invited to the
+house by Mrs. N----, who said she "wanted to see a Yankee who would
+not deny being an Abolitionist." While at dinner the Doctor proposed
+to investigate the causes of our wide differences. Captain H----
+remarked at the same time:
+
+"Would it not be better, while enjoying your hospitalities, to talk
+upon subjects of agreement?"
+
+"No," said the Doctor; "we arrive at truth only by comparing notes."
+
+"Then," the Captain said, "I must be a freeman, and talk from my own
+platform."
+
+"Certainly," was the answer.
+
+"Then," said the Captain, "you are on trial. You must give a reason
+for the hope within you. We charge you with having commenced a wicked
+and causeless war. And now give us your reasons for it."
+
+"Well, in the first place, the Abolitionists are fighting against the
+Bible, and against God. The Bible, an express revelation from Heaven,
+says, 'When these servants, or slaves, are to be procured of the
+heathen round about you, of them shall ye buy, and they shall be your
+possession forever.' That settles the question of _moral_ right; and
+in relation to the political question, you were for excluding us from
+the territories, when they were manifestly ours equal with yours.
+We had the same right there with our property that you had. Equality
+of rights was the cardinal principle of our Government. In your
+political action you strike a blow at the very foundation of our
+Government--equality of rights."
+
+To which Captain H---- replied: "Though not much of a theologian, I
+have, nevertheless, looked into the Levitical law, and found a
+paragraph like the following: 'He that stealeth a man, or selleth him,
+or if he be found in his hands, shall surely be put to death.' Let us
+analyze this 'stealeth a man'--the _foreign_ slave-trader--'and
+selleth him'--the American slave-seller, or, 'if he be found in his
+hands'--the American slaveholder. If you will show me how any of these
+can escape punishment, then I will pursue the Biblical argument. In
+regard to the political question, the citizen of Ohio and the citizen
+of Alabama are treated just alike. A citizen of Ohio can take his
+household goods, merchandise, and cattle into the territories. A
+citizen from Alabama has the _same_ right, but he can not take his
+slave; nor yet can a citizen of Ohio. Hence, they _have_ equal
+rights."
+
+At the close of the discussion the Doctor said, that "his neighbors
+were greatly alarmed when the Union army came into the district, for
+fear the slaves would leave them; but I said to my slaves, 'If you
+prefer to go away and leave me, do so: come and tell me; don't sneak
+away at night with your little bundle, but come right up and tell me,
+"We want to leave," and I will give you five dollars, and let you go,
+with this condition, that you never show your faces around my
+plantation.'"
+
+Captain H---- looked as though it were doubtful, but said nothing.
+About a week afterward, the Doctor said to the General--
+
+"I want you to take a ride with me over to the plantation. You
+Northern men don't know how well our slaves love us. Whenever I go to
+see them, they run out to meet me; inquire after my wife and children
+with as much interest as _your_ children would inquire after you."
+
+The General said he "would be glad to avail himself of the opportunity
+to see the workings of their system," and started off with the Doctor.
+
+On the way down, the Doctor remarked that he "had another reason for
+wishing him to go down;" that "there were three cases of
+insubordination, and I want to show you _my mode_ of controlling
+slaves. When I told your Abolition commissary, Captain H----, the
+other day, how I managed my boys, I saw he did not believe one word I
+said. Now I want you to see for yourself; then you can convince him."
+
+Arriving at the plantation, sure enough, the slaves came out, and made
+special inquiries about his wife and family. The General said that the
+saddest sight of all was, that all these women and _children_ gave
+promise to increase the number of slaves--girls eleven years old were
+among these.
+
+The Doctor called up the culprits and addressed the principal
+offender. "Aleck," said he, "unless you submit to the mild punishment
+of our plantation discipline, all order and discipline will be lost.
+You know my rule. I have told you before, whenever you are not
+satisfied, just say so, and I will let you go. What do you say, Aleck,
+Bob, and Dick?"
+
+Bowing very low, the darkeys said, "Well, den, massa, gib us de fibe
+dollars and we go."
+
+He turned pale, and, being utterly dumfounded, after regaining
+himself, and _not giving_ them the money, said, "Be off, then!" He had
+too much of the Southern chivalry to back out, and came away a wiser
+if not a better man, but said "nary word" about convincing the
+Abolition commissary.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII.
+
+     General Schofield -- Colonel Durbin Ward -- Colonel Connell
+     -- Women in Breeches -- Another Incident of the War -- Negro
+     Sermon.
+
+
+                              Triune, Tenn., _April 29, 1863_.
+
+The last letter I wrote you was from the Missouri army. I am so
+continually _flying_ around that I have won the cognomen of "the
+kite." It is astonishing what a charm there is in camp life; boys that
+have been away but a short time feel a craving to once more resume
+their duties among their comrades. With me 'tis a great pleasure to
+get back to the familiar faces of this splendid division.
+
+Our new commander, General Schofield, is fast winning the devotion of
+his troops; his policy in Missouri meeting the cordial approbation of
+men and officers here. Leniency is played out; nothing but the most
+extreme rigor of military law will bring these traitors to a
+realization of the villainous stand they have taken. Nothing but the
+driving of every enemy from our lines, as we go, will bring the
+misguided citizen to his senses. The men and women, who have been
+allowed so many privileges, have all along been acting as spies. A few
+days since, a little boy, only eight years of age, was caught going
+over to his "uncle Palmer's;" he said his mother wanted him to go
+over and get a chicken, as the "sogers" ate all theirs up, and his
+mother was sick. The picket was about to let the child pass, on such
+an errand as that, and being such a small specimen of humanity. The
+lieutenant of the guard questioned the child closely, but could not
+glean any information of importance. As the child started off, down
+the road, he again called him, and, upon searching, found in the heel
+of his little stocking, _sewed in_, a full description of the entire
+camp and fortifications. The boy knew nothing of this, but was merely
+an instrument in the hands of the parents. As a matter of course the
+house was immediately searched, but the whole mystery is solved in the
+fact that several of the Secesh _dam-sells_ were quite favorites in
+camp.
+
+General Schofield is driving all known sympathizers beyond his lines,
+and permitting none but the undoubted Union men to remain.
+
+A few nights since, as I was about retiring beneath the umbrageous
+shade of a lovely maple, a voice from above shouted, "Is 'Alf' here?"
+
+"Yes, sir," was the response.
+
+The voice emanated from the epigastrium of a huge fellow-wanderer in
+this wilderness, who was mounted upon a fiery steed.
+
+"You are sent for by the commanding officers of the First Brigade, and
+I have orders to take you there, _peaceably_, if I can; _forcibly_, if
+I must."
+
+As our camp was just getting wrapped in the arms of "Murphy," and not
+wishing to disturb them in their slumber, I consented to go. It was
+about a mile, over hill, through woods and thicket, to their camp. I
+preferred walking; but the gentle persuader on the horse induced me
+to "double up," and, after various efforts, I succeeded in mounting. I
+told the driver I was a poor rider, and convinced him of it before
+long. As the horse objected to my being placed so far back on his
+haunch, and I couldn't get forward, there naturally arose a dispute,
+which eventuated in the horse running off with both of us. After being
+duly deposited on the ground, the horse seemed delighted, and
+expressed his pleasure by kicking up his heels. After various
+vicissitudes, I was safely deposited at the head-quarters of the First
+Brigade, under the command of Colonel Connell.
+
+Upon the announcement that "Alf" had "arriv," I heard the stentorian
+lungs of Colonel Durbin Ward ask: "Dead or alive?"
+
+With fear and trembling I entered the tent, and found Colonel Connell,
+with nearly all his officers. I think Byron says something about there
+being
+
+  "A sound of revelry by night."
+
+Well, so there was. Byron can prove it by me. O, shades of the
+"vine-clad hills of Bingen," but the "Isabella" was profuse! I
+remember being kept busy for two hours telling yarns and riddles, and
+the next day was accused of borrowing a horse and leading him home. My
+medical adviser, Dr. Wright, of the 35th Ohio, kept with me until the
+roads forked, and then he _deviated_.
+
+Yesterday I paid a visit to the lamented Bob McCook's "Old Ninth"
+Regiment. The men are in splendid condition--the pride of the
+division. They are noted as the most ingenious battalion in the Army
+of the Cumberland. They have improvised a turning-shop, and
+manufacture chessmen, checkers, and every variety of specimens in that
+line. They have a flying-Dutchman, revolving swing, quoits, bag races,
+etc., while the lovers of horse-racing and cock-fighting can be duly
+amused every day in the week by members of the different regiments,
+each tenacious of the fair fame of his favorite battalion. Last night
+a fine game-cock, belonging to the 2d Minnesota, whipped one owned by
+the 35th Ohio, and, as a matter of course, the 2d Minnesota are in
+high glee, "crowing" over their chicken.
+
+The 2d Minnesota, the 35th Ohio, and 9th Ohio Regiments are wedded.
+Each will vie with the other for the laurels in case of a fight. We
+have here, close at hand, the 17th, 31st, and 34th Ohio, besides those
+already mentioned. Our force is adequate for all the rebels dare send
+against us.
+
+The voice of the boys is universally for the Union, against all
+traitors, whether those who openly meet them in the field, or the more
+dastardly coward that remains at home and backbites, and aids the
+enemy by words of comfort, and spreading dissensions in the rear.
+
+The soldiers are unanimous upon the war question. They want no
+milk-and-water policy, and all they ask is, that the friends at home
+will back them in the field. Let all, whether Democrat, Republican,
+Abolitionist, or Pro-slavery, _unite_ upon the _Union_. Let us have
+the Government sustained, regardless of all else. People at home have
+no right to dictate to our leaders what policy they should pursue.
+They are presumed to know what is best. If slavery falls, why
+sympathize with the owners? What claims have they upon your
+sympathies? A strange change has come over the people since former
+years. One party accused the other, and all who were opposed to
+slavery, as having "nigger on the brain." Now it is reversed. The
+rebel sympathizer, the ultra pro-slavery man, is the individual who is
+now troubled with this complaint.
+
+Let us hope our whole people will be thoroughly united at the coming
+elections, and let their motto be: "We are unalterably opposed to the
+secession of one inch of the territory of the American Union." Then I,
+for one, and I know it is the universal feeling of this entire
+division, will not care if the man who comes in on that platform be
+Democrat, Whig, or Republican; he should have the support of all true
+lovers of his country.
+
+
+WOMEN IN BREECHES.
+
+Whether the women in modern times have taken the cue from the poet's
+words,
+
+  "Once more unto the _breech_, dear friends,"
+
+and merely added the plural, making it "breeches," I know not; but the
+present war for the Union has elicited much enthusiasm among the
+gentler sex, causing them, in many instances, to lay aside their
+accustomed garb, and assume the exterior of the sterner portion of
+creation; in proof of which the following story of the war is given:
+
+A young woman arrived in Chicago from Louisville, Ky., whose history
+is thus related in the _Post_ of that city:
+
+"She gave her name as Annie Lillybridge, of Detroit, and stated that
+her parents reside in Hamilton, Canada. Last spring she was employed
+in a dry-goods store in Detroit, where she became acquainted with a
+Lieutenant W----, of one of the Michigan regiments, and an intimacy
+immediately sprang up between them. They corresponded for some time,
+and became much attached to each other. Some time during last summer,
+Lieutenant W---- was appointed to a position in the 21st Michigan
+Infantry, then rendezvousing in Ionia County. The thought of parting
+from the gay lieutenant nearly drove her mad, and she resolved to
+share his dangers and be near him. No sooner had she resolved upon
+this course than she proceeded to the act. Purchasing male attire, she
+visited Ionia, enlisted in Captain Kavanagh's company, 21st Regiment.
+While in camp she managed to keep her secret from all; not even the
+object of her attachment, who met her every day, was aware of her
+presence so near him.
+
+"Annie left with her regiment for Kentucky, passed through all the
+dangers and temptations of a camp life, endured long marches, and
+sleeping on the cold ground, without a murmur. At last, the night
+before the battle of Pea Ridge, (or Prairie Grove,) in which her
+regiment took part, her sex was discovered by a member of her company;
+but she enjoined secrecy upon him, after relating her previous
+history. On the following day she was under fire, and, from a letter
+she has in her possession, it appears she behaved with marked
+gallantry, and, with her own hand, shot a rebel captain, who was in
+the act of firing upon Lieutenant W----. But the fear of revealing her
+sex continually haunted her. After the battle, she was sent out, with
+others, to collect the wounded, and one of the first corpses found by
+her was the soldier who had discovered her sex.
+
+"Days and weeks passed on, and she became a universal favorite with
+the regiment, so much so that her Colonel (Stephens) frequently
+detailed her as regimental clerk, a position that brought her in close
+contact with her lover, who, at this time, was either major or
+adjutant of the regiment. A few weeks subsequently she was out on
+picket duty, when she received a shot in the arm that disabled her,
+and, notwithstanding the efforts of the surgeon, her wound continually
+grew worse. She was sent to the hospital at Louisville, where she has
+been ever since, until a few weeks ago, when she was discharged by the
+post surgeon, as her arm was stiffened and rendered useless for life.
+She implored to be permitted to return to her regiment; but the
+surgeon was unyielding, and discharged her. Annie immediately hurried
+toward home, and, by the aid of benevolent strangers, reached this
+city. At Cincinnati she told her secret to a benevolent lady, and was
+supplied with female attire. She declares that she will enlist in her
+old regiment again, if there is a recruiting officer for the 21st in
+Michigan. She still clings to the lieutenant, and says she must be
+near him if he falls or is taken down sick; that where he goes she
+will go; and when he dies, she will end her life by her own hand."
+
+
+ANOTHER INCIDENT OF THE WAR.
+
+A few weeks since, a captain, accompanied by a young soldier,
+apparently about seventeen years of age, arrived in this city, in
+charge of some rebel prisoners. During their stay in the city, the
+young soldier alluded to had occasion to visit head-quarters, and at
+once attracted the attention of Colonel Mundy, as being exceedingly
+sprightly, and possessed of more than ordinary intelligence. Being in
+need of such a young man at Barracks No. 1, the Colonel detailed him
+for service in that institution. He soon won the esteem of his
+superior officers, and became a general favorite with all connected
+with the barracks. A few days ago, however, the startling secret was
+disclosed that the supposed young man was a young lady, and the fact
+was established beyond doubt, by a soldier who was raised in the same
+town, with her, and knew her parents. She "acknowledged the corn," and
+begged to be retained in the position to which she had been assigned;
+having been in the service ten months, she desired to serve during the
+war. Her wish was accordingly granted, and she is still at her post.
+
+We learned the facts above stated, and took occasion to visit the
+barracks, and was introduced to "Frank Martin," (her assumed name,)
+and gleaned the following incidents connected with her extraordinary
+career during the past ten months:
+
+Frank was born near Bristol, Penn., and her parents reside in
+Alleghany City, where she was raised. They are highly respectable
+people, and in very good circumstances. She was sent to the convent in
+Wheeling, Va., at twelve years of age, where she remained until the
+breaking out of the war, having acquired a superior education, and all
+the accomplishments of modern days. She visited home after leaving the
+convent; and, after taking leave of her parents, proceeded to this
+city, in July last, with the design of enlisting in the 2d East
+Tennessee Cavalry, which she accomplished, and accompanied the Army of
+the Cumberland to Nashville. She was in the thickest of the fight at
+Murfreesboro, and was severely wounded in the shoulder, but fought
+gallantly, and waded Stone River into Murfreesboro, on the memorable
+Sunday on which our forces were driven back. She had her wound
+dressed, and here her sex was disclosed, and General Rosecrans made
+acquainted with the fact. She was accordingly mustered out of service,
+notwithstanding her earnest entreaty to be allowed to serve the cause
+she loved so well. The General was very favorably impressed with her
+daring bravery, and superintended the arrangements for her safe
+transmission to her parents. She left the Army of the Cumberland,
+resolved to enlist again in the first regiment she met.
+
+
+NEGRO SERMON DELIVERED AT TRIUNE, TENN.
+
+                              Camp near Triune, Tenn., _May 16, 1863_.
+
+Last Sunday week there was a grand revival meeting of the numerous
+contrabands, at the Brick Church, near the village. The house was
+crowded by the most fashionable black belles in the county, many of
+them dressed "_a la mode_." An old man arose, and stated that he had
+formerly been a _circus_ preacher, and "done been ober de country from
+station to station, preachin' de gospel," and he now felt like
+"talkin' to de brudders and sistern." He commenced his discourse:
+
+"MY BELUBED BREDERN--I haben't got no Bible. De rebels, when dey
+squatulated from dis place, done toted dem all off wid 'em. Derefore,
+I am destrained to make a tex' myself, and ax you,
+
+  "'WHAR DO YOU LIB?'
+
+"Is your dwellin' in de tents of wickedness? Now, my belubed bredern,
+de world am a whirlin' and a whirlin', jest as it allers hes bin. Dish
+here world nebber stan' still for de Yanks or for de rebs, but keeps
+on its course jest de same, and why shouldn't you do so likewise?
+
+"If de Lord is a smilin' on us dark sheep ob de flock, and Fader
+Abraham has got his bosom ready for to _deceib_ us, why should we not
+be _preparred_ for de glory ob dat day?
+
+"My tex' _requires_ ob you, '_Whar do you lib?_'
+
+"Is you strollin' round, wid no hope of de future freedom starrin' you
+in de face? Massa Linkum has done tole you, dat if you work for de
+salvation ob de Union, dat you shall be saved, no matter what de
+Legislatur' ob Kaintuck may say to de reverse contrary dereof--_dat
+is_, if de _Union_ be saved _likewise_; and Massa Linkum is de man
+what will stand up to de rack; so, derefore, I ax you, '_Whar do you
+lib?_'
+
+"De good book done tole you dat you can't serb two masters; but dat is
+a passenger ob Scriptur' I nebber could understan' wid all my larnin',
+for de most ob us has been serbin' a heap o' masters durin' dis
+comboberation ob de white folks, wherein we colored gemmen is
+interested; derefore I ask, agin and agin, de momentus question ob
+'_Whar do you lib?_'
+
+"Now, my brudders, I is perfec'ly awar dat many ob you don't lib much,
+but dat you jest 'sassiate round;' you isn't de right stripe; _you
+don't lib nowhar_.
+
+"Wharfor is dis state ob society, after all de white folks am a doin
+for you?
+
+"Look aroun' an' aroun' you, an' see de glorious names oh our colored
+bredern what is fitin' an a fitin' for you in de army. Dars Horace
+Greeley and Fred Douglass; dars Jack Mims and Wendal Phlips; dars
+Lennox Ramond and Lloyd Garrison. De last-mentioned colored pusson is
+a tic'lar friend ob mine, and is named after a place whar dey now is
+trainin' a lot ob our race. De Garrison was named after de garrison.
+
+"Den dars Mrs. Beechum Sto; look at dat lady; isn't she going from de
+camp to de camp just like de Martingale--what de English people had in
+de las' war in Florence; and don't dey call her de Florence Martingale
+ob dis hemisphere?
+
+"Be ye also ready to answer de question as to '_Whar do you lib?_'
+
+"So dat de glorification ob Uncle Abraham Linkum shall resound ober de
+earth, and we darkeys no longer hab to hoe de corn, but lib foreber on
+de fat ob de lan'. Brudder Jerry will please pass aroun' de hat."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII.
+
+     Letter from Cheat Mountain -- The Women of the South --
+     Gilbert's Brigade.
+
+
+LETTER FROM CHEAT MOUNTAIN.
+
+                              Camp of 6th Ohio, at Elkwater, Va., 1861.
+
+The trees begin to look barren, the bronzed hue of the surrounding
+hills admonishing us that October, chill and drear, is upon us. Every
+thing in nature is cheerless, and, adding to nature, man has, with
+despoiling hands, laid waste the country for miles about our present
+location. Pen can not describe the devastation of an army: orchards
+are swept away; of fences scarce a trace is left; houses are converted
+into stables, fodder-cribs, and store-houses; corn-fields are used as
+pastures; forests must fall to supply our men with fire-wood; in fact,
+with the soldier nothing is sacred. And why should any thing be sacred
+in this "section," where traitors have been fostered, and where every
+vote cast was for secession? Let them reap the harvest they themselves
+have sown.
+
+The farmers come daily into camp, whining because our men cut down
+their sugar-trees, or "find" a few cabbages or apples; but, as the
+Colonel is aware that the boys must be kept in fire-wood, he is
+heedless of their whimperings.
+
+The cold is telling fearfully upon the men at night, and I fear, if a
+supply of clothing is not soon forthcoming, much suffering will be the
+consequence. It is a burning disgrace to somebody, that such things
+should be, and it is galling to our regiment to see Indiana troops,
+just mustered into service, passing our encampment with large, heavy
+overcoats, and every thing about them denoting comfort and an
+attention to their wants. The cold frosts are beginning to leave their
+imprints; already snow is capping the mountain-tops, and God help us
+if we get winter-bound in this "neck of woods." Some few are glorying
+in the thought of the fine deer and bear hunts they will have. The
+latter I can't _bear_ to think about, and the former a man must be
+_der_anged to think of catching upon, these mountains.
+
+The paymaster has been disbursing his funds for the past three days,
+and the boys are all in excellent spirits. Theodore Marsh and Leonard
+Swartz will go home heavily laden with the hard earnings of this
+regiment. How many hearts will be gladdened by the receipt of the
+little pittances sent, and how loth many will be to use the money when
+they remember the toil endured to obtain it! But let the friends rest
+assured that the _money_ was not thought of. A purer, a more noble
+thought and higher aim animated the breasts, of those who have so
+nobly suffered--a determination to see their country's honor
+maintained.
+
+Our pickets have scoured the country around, far and near, but no
+signs of the enemy can be found. There is no doubt but that they have
+retired for the winter. There will, however, be plenty left to guard
+the interests of the Federal army until spring, when, no doubt, the
+campaign will be opened with vigor, if not sooner settled.
+
+In the reconnoissance by our regiment, a week since, traces of Captain
+Bense and his party were found in the Secession camp; several of Hall
+& Cobb's (our sutlers) checks being found in their camp, and a
+prisoner, afterward brought in, said they had been forwarded to
+Richmond, Va.
+
+A rumor that this regiment is to be immediately ordered to Cincinnati
+set the boys fairly dancing; but Madame Rumor is so frequent a visitor
+that the more sensible scarcely noticed her arrival. The most
+authentic rumor is, that Colonel Bosley is to be made a
+brigadier-general. "We shall see what we shall see."
+
+The sky is threatening, and dark as midnight, the air intensely cold,
+and we are hourly expecting a regular old snow-storm. Chestnuts, fine
+and ripe, are abundant; there are hundreds of bushels all over these
+hills, while wild grapes are as abundant as hops in Kent.
+
+Yesterday, a wild-cat was shot and brought into camp by one of the 3d
+Ohio boys. He was about three feet in length, and a "varmint" I
+shouldn't like to meet on a dark night.
+
+                              Yours,
+
+                                        Alf.
+
+
+THE WOMEN OF THE SOUTH.
+
+A great deal has been written about them, and there is no doubt but
+they are a thousandfold more bitter than the men. They were, and many
+are yet, perfectly venomous; and the more ignorant, the more spiteful
+they seem. The following act was blazoned forth as wonderfully heroic
+in its character, just after our forces occupied Philippa, Beelington,
+and Beverly:
+
+"The two noble heroines, Misses Abbie Kerr and Mary McLeod, of
+Fairmont, Marion County, who rode from their home to Philippa, a
+distance of thirty-odd miles, to apprise our forces there of the
+approach of the enemy, arrived in Staunton by the western train, on
+Wednesday night last, and remained till Friday morning, when they went
+to Richmond. While here they were the 'observed of all observers,' and
+were received with a cordial welcome. Great anxiety was manifested by
+all to hear a detailed account of their interesting adventures from
+their own lips.
+
+"They left Fairmont at six o'clock on Sunday morning, and hastened,
+without escorts, to Philippa. They had not gone a great distance
+before they found that a shoe of one of the horses needed fixing. They
+stopped at a blacksmith's shop for that purpose, and while there a
+Union man came up and questioned them very closely as to who they
+were, and on what mission they were going. Miss McLeod replied to his
+interrogatories, telling him that their surname was Fleming, and that
+they were going to Barbour County, to see their relations. Their
+interrogator seemed to be very hard to satisfy, and it taxed the
+ingenuity of Miss McLeod to improvise a story which would succeed in
+imposing upon him. As soon as the horse-shoe had been fixed, they
+again proceeded upon their way, but had not gone far before their evil
+genius, their interrogator at the blacksmith's shop, dashed by them on
+horseback. They perceived that his suspicions had not been allayed,
+and that he was going on in advance of them to herald the approach of
+spies. They allowed him to pass out of sight, in advance, and then
+destroyed the letters they had in their possession, that the search of
+their persons, to which they then anticipated they would be required
+to submit, might not betray them. When they arrived at the village of
+Webster, they found it in commotion, and many persons were anxiously
+awaiting their arrival, in the eager hope of capturing the spies.
+
+"They were there subjected to a rigorous cross-examination. The
+heroines were calm and self-possessed--answering questions without
+hesitancy, and expressing a perfect willingness to have their persons
+searched by any lady who might be selected for that purpose. They were
+allowed to pass on, after being detained for some time, though there
+were some in the crowd who were very much opposed to it. As soon as
+they got out of sight of that village they rode very rapidly, for fear
+they might still be arrested by some of those who were so much opposed
+to allowing them to proceed. They arrived at Philippa about two
+o'clock in the afternoon of the same day, and told Colonel Porterfield
+that the enemy would attack his camp that night or the next morning.
+
+"These ladies then went to the house of a Mr. Huff, about a mile and a
+half from Philippa, where they stayed all night. The next morning they
+heard the report of the firing at Philippa, and, in disguise,
+accompanied by a countrywoman, returned to Philippa, on foot, to see
+what had been the result. They moved about among the enemy without
+being detected or molested in the least degree. Going into one of the
+houses, they found James Withers, of the Rockbridge Cavalry, who had
+concealed himself there to prevent the enemy from capturing him. These
+ladies immediately told him that they would effect his rescue, if he
+would trust to them. He very readily consented; whereupon these ladies
+disguised him as a common countryman, by furnishing him with some old
+clothes; they then gave him a basket of soap, with a recipe for making
+it, that he might pass as a peddler of that necessary article. With
+these old clothes, and a basket of soap on his arm, and gallantly
+mounted upon a mule, accompanied by his guardian angels, he passed
+safely through the crowds of the enemy, and was brought by them, safe
+and sound, into the camp of his friends at Beverly, after a circuitous
+and hard ride over precipitous mountains, where persons had seldom, if
+ever, ridden before. His fellow-soldiers and friends rejoiced greatly
+when he arrived, for they thought that he was either killed or taken
+prisoner by the enemy; they rejoiced that the supposed 'dead was
+alive,' and the 'lost was found.' He is now known in our camp as the
+'peddler of soap.' The heroic conduct of these ladies will live in
+history, and they will become the heroines of many a thrilling story
+of fiction, in years to come."
+
+We have no doubt but that their names will live in history. Benedict
+Arnold is still in the memory of every American, loathed and despised,
+as Davis and his crew will eventually be, without doubt.
+
+
+GILBERT'S BRIGADE.
+
+In May last, the 124th Ohio was near Franklin, Tenn., a part of
+General Granger's division, and belonging to Gilbert's brigade.
+Friend "Esperance," in writing about the regiment, says: "We are
+encamped near Franklin, in a beautiful situation as regards the view
+of the country; and in a military point of view it is excellent, being
+surrounded with sufficient elevations of land to enable our
+fortifications to sweep the whole country in every direction. The
+brigade is composed of the 113th, 124th, 125th, and the 121st Ohio
+Volunteers, and the 78th Illinois. The 124th Ohio was organized in
+Cleveland, but contains two companies from Cincinnati--company G,
+under the command of William A. Powell, of your city, and company I,
+under the command of Captain J. H. Frost, also of Cincinnati. Captain
+Powell has been in the service ever since the commencement of the war;
+he has served in Virginia and Maryland, also in Missouri, in General
+Fremont's Body-guard. He was again in Maryland last summer, at
+Cumberland, in command of a company in the 84th Ohio Volunteer
+Infantry, and is, in all respects, strictly a military man, very
+generally liked by his company, and respected by his superior
+officers. Captain Frost has also been in the service before, and is
+much liked by his men, and esteemed by all who know him here. The
+health of the regiment is good, and of the two companies from
+Cincinnati especially so.
+
+"With regard to the army of General Rosecrans, it is by us considered
+invincible. General Rosecrans is looked upon as a host in himself.
+Every soldier appears anxious to meet the enemy; the idea of a defeat
+never seems to enter into their imagination, but all are enthusiastic
+in their expectation of being able to restore the South and
+South-west of our common country to subjection to the Constitution,
+and obedience to the laws."
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+A chaplain of an Indiana regiment recently married one of the Hoosier
+boys to a Tennessee girl, and concluded the ceremony by remarking, the
+_oath_ was binding for three years, or _during the war_!
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV.
+
+     Confessions of a Fat Man -- Home-guard -- The Negro on the
+     Fence -- A Camp Letter of Early Times -- "Sweethearts"
+     against the War.
+
+
+CONFESSIONS OF A FAT MAN--HOME-GUARD.
+
+The moment the flag was threatened, large bodies of men were called
+upon to rally to its defense. Being large and able-bodied, I enrolled
+with the home-guard. The drill was very severe in hot weather, and I
+wanted an attendant, a fan, and pitcher of ice-water.
+
+I am constantly reminded that one of the first requirements of a
+soldier is to throw out his chest and draw in his stomach. Having been
+burned out several times, while occupying an attic, I have had
+considerable practice in throwing out my chest; but by what system of
+practice could I ever hope to draw in my stomach? I can't "dress up;"
+it's no use of my trying. If my vest buttons are in a line, I am far
+in the rear. If I toe the mark, a fearful bulge indicates my position.
+Once we had a new drill-sergeant, who was near-sighted. Running his
+eye along the line, he exclaimed sharply:
+
+"What is that man doing in the ranks with a base drum?"
+
+He pointed at me; but I hadn't any drum; it was the surplus stomach,
+that I couldn't, for the life of me, draw in. I am the butt of
+numberless jokes, as you may well suppose. They have got a story in
+the Guards, that, when I first heard the command "order arms," I
+dropped my musket, and, taking out my notebook, began drawing an
+_order_ on the Governor for what arms I needed. They say I ordered a
+Winans steam-gun, with a pair of Dahlgren howitzers for side arms!
+Base fabrication! My ambition never extended beyond a rifled cannon,
+and they know it!
+
+Although, in respect to size, I belong to the "heavies," my preference
+is for the light infantry service. My knapsack is marked "Light
+Infantry!" One evening the spectators seemed convulsed about
+something, and my comrades tittered by platoons, whenever my back was
+turned. It was a mystery to me till I laid off my knapsack. Some
+wretch had erased the two final letters, and I had been parading, all
+the evening, labeled, "LIGHT INFANT!"
+
+The above is one of the thousand annoyances to which I am subjected,
+and nothing but my consuming patriotism could ever induce me to submit
+to it. I overheard a spectator inquire of the drill-sergeant one day:
+
+"Do you drill that fat man all at once?"
+
+"No," he returned, in an awful whisper; "_I drill him by squads!_"
+
+I could have _drilled_ him, if I had had a bayonet.
+
+Specifications have been published in regard to my uniform, and
+contractors advertised for; the making will be let out to the lowest
+bidder. In case the Guards are ordered to take the field, a special
+commissary will be detailed to draw my rations.
+
+[Illustration: The fat volunteer. See page 143.]
+
+That reminds me of a harrowing incident. On last night's drill an old
+farmer, who dropped in to see us drill, took me aside, and said he
+wanted to sell me a yoke of powerful oxen.
+
+"My ancient agriculturist," said I, smiling at his simplicity, "I have
+no use for oxen."
+
+"Perhaps not at present," quoth he, "but if you go to war you will
+want them."
+
+"For what?" said I, considerably annoyed.
+
+"Want 'em to _draw your rations_!"
+
+The Guards paid me a delicate compliment at their last meeting:
+elected me _Child_ of the Regiment, with the rank of a First
+_Corpulent_. I was about to return thanks in a neat speech, when they
+told me it was no use; that a reporter, who was present, had got the
+whole thing in type--speech and all--and I could read it in the
+evening paper. I got his views, and held my own.
+
+Yours for the Union, including the Stars, also the Stripes.
+
+                                        Fat Contributor.
+
+
+"What are you going to do, you bad woman's boy?" said Mrs. Wiggles, as
+her youngest son passed through the kitchen into the garden.
+
+"Down with the Seceshers!" he shouted; and she looked out just in time
+to see the top of a rose-bush fall before the artillery-sword of her
+son, that the youngster held in his hand.
+
+"You had better go to Molasses Jugtion, if you want to do that," she
+said, restraining his hand as 't was lifted against a favorite
+fuschia, that she had trained with so much care.
+
+"Dear me!" she murmured, half to herself; "what a terrible thing war
+is, when children show signs of such terrible consanguinity!"
+
+
+THE NEGRO ON THE FENCE.
+
+      "Hearken to what I now relate,
+       And on its moral meditate."
+
+
+  A Wagoner, with grist for mill,
+  Was stalled at bottom of a hill.
+  A brawny negro passed that way,
+  So stout he might a lion slay.
+  "I'll put my shoulder to the wheels,
+  If you'll bestir your horse's heels."
+  So said the African, and made
+  As if to render timely aid.
+  "No," cried the wagoner, "stand back!
+  I'll take no help from one that's black;"
+  And, to the negro's great surprise,
+  Flourished his whip before his eyes.
+  Our "darkey" quick "skedaddled" thence,
+  And sat upon the wayside fence.
+  Then went the wagoner to work,
+  And lashed his horses to a jerk;
+  But all his efforts were in vain;
+  With shout, and oath, and whip, and rein,
+  The wheels budged not a single inch,
+  And tighter grow the wagoner's pinch.
+  Directly there came by a child,
+  With toiling step, and vision wild,
+  "Father," said she, with hunger dread,
+  "We famish for the want of bread."
+  Then spake the negro: "If you will,
+  I'll help your horses to the mill."
+  The wagoner, in grievous plight,
+  Now swore and raved with all his might,
+  Because the negro wasn't white;
+  And plainly ordered him to go
+  To a certain place, that's down below;
+  Then, rushing, came the wagoner's wife,
+  To save her own and infant's life;
+  By robbers was their homestead sacked,
+  And smoke and blood their pillage tracked.
+
+    Here stops our tale. When last observed,
+  The wagoner was still "conserved"
+  In mud, at bottom of the hill,
+  But bent on getting to the mill;
+  And hard by, not a rod from thence,
+  The negro sat upon the fence.
+
+
+A CAMP LETTER OF EARLY TIMES.
+
+Our camp is alive; our camp is exuberant; our camp is in a _furore_.
+"Who's that man with 'Secesh' clothes?" says one; and "Who's that
+big-faced, genial, good-natured looking feller?" says another. "Are
+they prisoners?" "Maybe it's the paymaster; and that short, chunky man
+is here to watch the other feller, and see that the money is paid all
+on the square." "No, it aint one nor t' other--'tis Cons Millar, the
+ever-vigilant and hard-working Cons, of the _Commercial_; and the
+good-natured looking feller is INVISIBLE GREEN, or, as he is
+familiarly called, Bill Crippen, of the _Times_." They have brought
+sunshine into camp, for a merrier set of soldiers the sun never shone
+on than are the Guthrie Grays to-night. Cons has just had supper, and
+Bill is "spreading devastation" over the table of Captain Andrews.
+They have both been up inspecting intrenchments, which are _in statu
+quo_, the brave Lee having retreated some sixteen miles, or, more
+politely speaking, "fallen back." So I suppose we will soon have to
+creep up on the gallant gentleman once more, and see if he can not be
+induced to fall still further back.
+
+The news of the gallant conduct of our Cincinnati boys at the late
+fight under Rosecrans sent a thrill of pleasure to the hearts of all
+our men, and a feeling of envy that we were not with them to share the
+glory of that day. Colonel Lytle, Stephen McGroarty, and the other
+brave fellows' names, are on the lips of all, and a fervent "God bless
+them" is frequently uttered. Our encampment now may be said to extend
+over four miles, a brigade of twelve thousand; and I can assure you
+they make a formidable appearance. Three splendid batteries, three or
+four fine cavalry companies, and any quantity of men, are yet on the
+way.
+
+One of the best Secesh tricks I have heard of was attempted, a short
+time since, by a rebel telegrapher. When Lee was about to advance upon
+this point, wishing to ascertain the number of troops here, he sent
+out this operator, with pocket implements, to attach to our wires. So,
+carefully picking his way through the woods, Mr. Operator came upon a
+secluded part of the road; climbing the pole, he attached his battery,
+and "click, click, click," he inquires of our operator at
+head-quarters, "How many troops have you altogether, that can, at any
+pressing event, be sent to aid us if we attack Lee?" Just as he
+concluded the query, one of the ever-vigilant pickets of the Indiana
+regiments, who infest the woods and roads in every direction, espied
+the gentleman, and brought him into camp with his non-confiscated
+horse. A minute more and the fellow, doubtless, would have been fully
+informed, as he had guarded against cipher-telegraphing by
+telegraphing that the cipher-operator was out, and the general wanted
+an immediate answer.
+
+Our boys continue to scour the woods, and constantly are finding
+Secesh documents. The following _beautiful poem_ is from the pen of
+Miss M. H. Cantrell, of Jonesboro, Tennessee, and was found in the
+pocket of a "Secesher," who had invaliantly fled, dropping his
+overcoat and love-epistles. It is entitled:
+
+
+    SWEETHARTS AGAINST WAR.
+
+    O Dear! its shameful I declare
+      To make the men all go
+    And leive so manny sweetharts here
+      Wit out a single bough.
+
+    We like to see them leave 'tis true,
+      And wold not urge them stay;
+    But what are we poor girls to do
+      When you are all away?
+
+    We told you we cold spare you here
+      Before you had to go,
+    But Bless your Harts, wernt aware
+      That we would miss you sow.
+
+    We miss you all in manny ways,
+      But troth will ware out;
+    The gratest things we miss you for
+      Joy going withe out.
+
+    On Sunday when we go to church,
+      We look in vane for sum
+    To mete us smilin on the porch,
+      And ask to see us home.
+
+    And then we dont enjoy a walk
+      Since all the bows have gone;
+    For what the good to us plain talk
+      If we must trip alone?
+
+    But what the use talkin thus
+      We will try to beecontent
+    And if you cannot come to us
+      A message may bee cent.
+
+    And that one comfort any way
+      Although we are Apart,
+    There is no reason why we may
+      Not open hart to hart.
+
+    We trust it may not ever come
+      To any War like test,
+    We want to see our Southern home
+      Secured in peaceful rest.
+
+    But if the blood of those we love
+      In freedoms cause must floo,
+    With fervent trust in Lov Above
+      We bid them onward go.
+
+                              Written By your friend,
+
+                                        M. H. Cantrell.
+
+
+I inclose you the original document. I suppose the aforesaid lovyer
+did "onward go," and, no doubt, is still going, if he has not already
+reached the town of Jonesboro, and met his gal upon "the porch" as she
+returned from church.
+
+Snake-hunting has given way to trout-fishing. As a matter of course,
+the noise of camp has driven all trout four miles from our present
+abode; but scarcely a day passes but our men return with a nice string
+of these delicious denizens of the brooks hereabouts.
+
+I have often, heretofore, thought I would like much to be a cavalry
+soldier, but I'll swear I wouldn't like to be a cavalry horse; for, of
+all the hay-forsaken, fleshless-looking animals eyes ever gazed upon,
+the horses out here take the premium. Well, 'pon my word, I took
+Captain Bracken's horse (the roan I once rode) a quart of oats, sent
+from Beverly; well, the horse wouldn't eat them; he didn't know what
+they were! and I had to break or smash some of them so that he might
+smell the "aroma," to facilitate his knowledge, and he was too weak to
+inhale air enough to inflate his nostrils, so that he could smell the
+dainty meal I had in my kindness brought him. Captain Bracken promised
+to have them parched and made into a tea for the animal.
+
+_September 30._--What a jump of time! Well, I'll tell you the cause.
+The morning I intended to post this letter the entire regiment was
+ordered to make an advance upon Mingo Flats, a Secession hole fifteen
+miles from this place. They were accompanied by Howe's battery and an
+Indiana regiment. The boys were not more than fairly started when a
+terrific rain-storm set in. O! what a pitiless, deluging rain! The
+very thought of that _sprinkle_ of twenty hours of unceasing torrent
+makes me, even now, feel as if I should forever have an antipathy
+against drinking water. Onward the boys trudged, seemingly not caring
+a cuss if school kept or not. The Elkwater soon assumed a rather
+formidable appearance; night came on, and with it an increase of the
+flood. We stood up against trees to rest; some crawled in
+fence-corners; a few, more lucky, found an old log stable and a
+smoke-house; these were quickly filled from "pit to dome," as Fred
+Hunt would say, for some slept on rafters, cross-beams, etc. Still it
+poured down; still the fountains of heaven gushed _forth_, fifth,
+tenth, or twentieth; anyhow, it continued to rain, and at daybreak it
+rained yet, and the regiment moved on to Mingo Flats; drove in the
+rebel pickets; heard the Secesh varmints beat the long roll; knew they
+were scared; _and still it rained_! Colonel Sullivan, of the Indiana
+regiment, was in, command: sent out a big gun; boys went on a big
+hill; found the enemy were eight or ten thousand strong; big gun
+ordered back, and as we only had two thousand men, remembered the
+axiom about "discretion being the better part of valor;" obeyed the
+aforesaid axiom. _Still, recollect, it kept raining in torrents_;
+dripping down Quarter-master Shoemaker's pants into his boots; running
+over Colonel Anderson's back. Major Christopher looked dry, in order
+to get a drink: but that was a failure. Captain Westcott looked sad;
+in fact he said it was the wettest time he ever knew or heard tell
+of--wondered if old Noah ever explored these big hills.
+
+Captain Russell picked out a fine hill to locate upon, if this really
+intended to be another deluge. Captain Clark observed he was fond of
+_heavy wet_. Jules Montagnier said it was _due_ time to _dry up_.
+_Still it rained._ The regiments were ordered to fall back. Well, the
+mud was so infernal slippery it was very easily done; some fell
+forward in the vain endeavor to fall back. After killing seven or
+eight poor, pauper-looking, "Secesh varmints," the boys set fire to
+Marshall's store, the enterprising proprietor being away from his
+business--a very notorious Secessionist, having donated $25,000 to
+the C. S. A. The building made a _beautiful_ fire, and our boys
+brought away a fine lot of saws, augers, and various other articles of
+_dry goods_. The loss of the augers, Colonel Anderson says, will be a
+great _bore_ to Marshall. _Please don't forget how infernal hard it
+was raining all this time._
+
+Well, they reached the first ford on their return trip; a sad misnomer
+now, for it was an unfordable ford. The water of old Elkwater was
+rearing and plunging, and furiously wild. Every mountain (and there
+are myriads) was sending out its wet _aid_ to swell the raging
+torrent; the regiment, at this time, only three miles from the
+Secessionists. A bold front had to be put on, as it was a sure thing,
+if the rebels found out the weakness of our force, we were goners.
+There was no doubt, however, but that they were terribly frightened,
+as they had heard we were twenty thousand strong. Anxiously the boys
+waited the falling of the mighty waters. _It had now rained twenty-six
+hours._ Large trees came whistling by with lightning speed; the river
+seemed wild with delight, and the waves clapped their hands, leaping
+higher and higher; but, _as you know_, (no reflection meant,) Mr.
+Editor, a drunken man will get sober if not supplied with more liquor,
+so the river will _subside_ if not furnished with the "aqueous fluid."
+
+Colonel Anderson was the first to cross the stream. His horse plunged
+in boldly, but was within an ace of being carried away by the still
+almost resistless current. There goes "Shoemaker," the easy,
+good-natured "Ned," as he is called. Yes, sure enough, there he does
+go, for his horse has plunged, and the torrent is too wild, for they
+are both beyond their depth, and the horse is going down, down. Every
+eye is bent upon "Shoe." He is carried further and further. He grasps
+a tree and pulls himself up, looking the picture of despair. The major
+says, "H-o-l-d, b-o-y-s! d-o-n't b-e i-n t-o-o m-u-c-h h-u-r-r-y;" but
+they, eager to get back, walked a foot-bridge of rough timber and old
+logs, very narrow. Several crossed upon this, Captain Russell making a
+very narrow escape with his life. Colonel Anderson, perceiving the
+danger, ordered that no more should cross, threatening to shoot the
+first man who should disobey the order. This, as a matter of course,
+was done to deter the men from hazarding their lives needlessly.
+Colonel Anderson had but just given the order, when Frank Guhra, a
+private in Captain Clark's company, made the attempt, reached the
+middle of the stream, lost his balance, fell, and in a moment was
+whirled out of sight, the current running at the rate of twenty miles
+an hour. Several lost their guns. It was three or four hours before
+they succeeded in crossing.
+
+Upon their return to camp an unwelcome sight was presented; the water
+had swept nearly every thing away. The tents had been, many of them,
+three and four feet in water; some had to take to trees to save life.
+The water had subsided, leaving a nasty slime, a foot thick, all over
+the camp-ground. Camp-kettles, knapsacks haversacks, and numerous
+floatable, light articles, had passed down stream--Captain Wilmington
+losing every thing. I saw the Captain trying to borrow a pair of
+pantaloons, he running around in his drawers. An old resident of this
+locality (Mr. Stonnicker) says this is the biggest flood ever known in
+this region. By the by, Mr. Stonnicker has a beautiful daughter, Miss
+Delilah, who seems to be fairly "the child of the regiment,"
+especially of the officers. I will not mention names, as the wives at
+home would be jealous.
+
+I see you talk of sending out a gentleman to take money home to the
+families of the volunteers. But cuss the paymaster, "or any other
+man." Why don't the paymaster come? Send _me_ some papers. I can't get
+any without a peck of trouble.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XV.
+
+     The Winter Campaign in Virginia -- Didn't Know of the
+     Rebellion -- General W. H. Litle -- Drilling -- A Black
+     Nightingale's Song.
+
+
+THE WINTER CAMPAIGN IN VIRGINIA.
+
+Your correspondent has been sick. Your correspondent has been in bed;
+has had the rheumatism in his back, neck, arms, legs, toes; is down
+with the mountain-fever; tries in vain to sleep; howling dog,
+belonging to Captain Russell's "brigade," keeps up such an infernal
+howling it makes me mad: wish Russell had to eat him, hair and all. It
+was raining when I last wrote; think we had just been flooded out.
+Well, the very next day we were again ordered over that Godforsaken
+road, when the clouds again blackened up, and five hundred men tramped
+it. What have the Sixth done that the heavens should open their
+floodgates? All I wonder is, how the boys stand it. But they do bear
+up under it nobly, remembering the Shakspearian passage, slightly
+altered:
+
+  "The same clouds that lower upon the house of Abe Lincoln
+  Look frowningly upon Jeff Davis."
+
+The boys are truly "ragged and sassy;" very many are shoeless, and
+with a flag of truce protruding from the rear. The service in these
+woods wears out more clothing than ordinary service should. Some of
+the boys are careless, but many are, helplessly, nearly naked. Our
+officers have used every exertion to get apparel, but the apparel is,
+like a paymaster, "hard to get hold of." Our men have been sorely
+tantalized by seeing regiment after regiment of the Indiana troops
+paid off, before their very eyes. In fact, they have been running
+round camp, with five, ten, and twenty-dollar gold pieces, shaking
+them in our faces. Add Colwell--Corporal Add--paid an Indiana boy of
+the 17th Regiment three slices of bacon and half a pound of coffee
+just for the privilege of hefting and rubbing his eye with an _eagle_.
+Colwell is a good printer; Colwell is a good writer; and, last and
+best of all, he can eat more gingerbread than any other one man in the
+army: he wants Wash Armstrong to send him a box of the article.
+
+Since the accidental shooting of Lieutenant Moses Bidwell, by Adams,
+of the 17th Indiana, we have had another accident. Mr. Hopkins has had
+his collar-bone broken, and his shoulder-blade thrown completely out
+of place, by the falling of a tree.
+
+We are having jovial times out here, rain or shine. A convocation of
+good fellows met at Captain Abbott's quarters, 3d Ohio. Captain Abbott
+is from Zanesville. Captain McDougal of Newark, Captain Dana of
+Athens, Captain Rossman of Hamilton, Lieutenants House and Swasey of
+Columbus, Lieutenants Bell and Dale of Newark, not forgetting
+Miles--the smiling, good-natured Miles--of the 17th Indiana,
+Quarter-master Shoemaker, Andy Hall, J. W. Slanker, W. B. Sheridan,
+and Self, all of the 6th Ohio, made up the party. The landlord filled
+his flowing bowl, and stories, songs, and recitations were the order
+of the evening, and the
+
+  "Glow-worm '_began_' to show the matin to be near"
+
+ere we started to separate.
+
+Miles invited those who would, to go over to his palace, and promised
+us a sardine supper; accordingly, but few refused the invitation. Now,
+Miles had a _jug of oil_, just from the Thurston House, Paris,
+_Bourbon_ County, Ky. This oil was put to good use; and soon a _box_
+of herring was opened, and the oil again distributed, and then some
+speeches were made.
+
+The meeting was called to order by the fat Quarter-master, Shoemaker.
+
+A motion was made that we adjourn and go to Cincinnati. This was voted
+down. Motions were continually made to take a drink. These were
+carried, every _pop_, by _Sherry_, your correspondent being the only
+one having the moral courage to vote in the negative.
+
+Now, Miles is from Columbus; a jolly, good fellow, and, when the time
+for retiring arrived, proffered me his bed, provided I would notice
+him in my next letter. This I promised, and accepted his hospitality.
+The party dispersed, and Miles was soon in the arms of Morpheus; he
+had fallen asleep making an eloquent appeal to the _chair_. I had just
+got into a nice doze, when I was aroused by the sound of a voice.
+
+"Gen'l'men, you're all my frens, every one of you. But, gen'l'men, I
+invite you, freely, to my sardines. You, 'specially, Ned Shoemaker;
+'specially you, Andy Hall, and all of you.
+
+"The country is a momentous question,"----
+
+Here I ventured to inquire of him as to whom he was addressing his
+conversation?
+
+"Why, my frens," replied he. "Isn't that Ned Shoemaker?" pointing to a
+barrel, upon the top of which was my hat; "and are not those my
+companions," pointing to a pile of cheese-boxes, herring-kegs, etc.,
+that were strewn around.
+
+He was much astonished when I assured him his friends had _departed_
+an hour since, at least.
+
+
+DIDN'T KNOW OF THE REBELLION.
+
+Going out with a party of scouts, one day, in Virginia, we espied,
+away up a little ravine, a log-house, completely isolated.
+Anticipating a good, substantial meal, we rode up to the domicile,
+where an old woman, with a face with all the intelligence of a pig
+beaming from it, came to the door, looking the very picture of
+consternation. We dismounted, and asked for something to eat.
+
+"What! wittles?" exclaimed the horrible-looking creature. "Whar did
+you come from? And what be sogers doin' on here?"
+
+"Well, I came from Indianapolis," said Captain Bracken, "and am after
+something to eat. Are there any Secesh in these parts?"
+
+"Any what?"
+
+"Secesh."
+
+"Why, gracious, what's them?"
+
+"Are you and your folks for the Union?"
+
+"Why, sartain; thar's the old man neow."
+
+Just at this moment there came a gaunt-eyed, slim-livered,
+carnivorous, yellow-skinned, mountain Virginian--no doubt belonging to
+one of the first families, as his name was Rhett.
+
+"Look-a-hear," continued the old woman; "this ere soger wants to know
+if you be for Union?"
+
+The old man looked, if any thing, more astonished than the old woman
+at the soldier. In the course of conversation we asked the man, "What
+he thought of the war?"
+
+"What war?" exclaimed the old fellow; "the Revolution?"
+
+"Yes. The rebellion, we call it."
+
+"Ah! we gin the Britishers fits, didn't we?"
+
+It was evident the man knew nothing of the rebellion going on.
+
+When asked if he heard the fight, the other day, only six miles from
+his house, he opened his eyes widely, and said he "heard it
+'_thunderin'_' mighty loud, but couldn't see no clouds, and didn't
+know what to make _on it_."
+
+The fact was, these people live up in this place; raise what little
+will keep them from year to year; never read a paper, ('cause why,
+they can't); and they scarcely ever visit anybody.
+
+There are many cases of this kind within a few miles of this place,
+where as much _pent-up_ ignorance is displayed. If North Carolina is
+any worse, in Heaven's name send no more money to _distant heathen_,
+but attend to those at home.
+
+
+GENERAL WILLIAM H. LYTLE,
+
+Of whom our city has cause to be justly proud, has won for himself a
+name, engraven on the scroll of honor, as one of our country's heroes.
+A brief mention of his military career may be summed up as follows:
+
+He was, during the Mexican campaign, on General Scott's line, and,
+although but a mere youth, he commanded an independent company of
+volunteer infantry, from Cincinnati, that was afterward attached to
+the 2d Ohio, on Scott's line, and commanded by Colonel William Irwin,
+of Lancaster, Ohio. They were stationed most of the time at the "Rio
+Frio," keeping open the line of communication between the cities of
+Puebla and Mexico. Brigadier-General Robert Mitchell, of Kansas, and
+Brigadier-General McGinnis, of Iowa, were captains in the same
+regiment. At the termination of that war General Lytle studied and
+entered into the practice of the law.
+
+In 1857 he was elected Major-General of the First District of Ohio
+Volunteers. On the 19th of April, 1861, he was ordered by the Governor
+of Ohio to organize a camp for four regiments of infantry, and the day
+after receiving this order General Lytle took into Camp Harrison the
+5th and 6th Ohio Infantry, and shortly after the 9th and 10th Ohio.
+The latter regiment tendered him the colonelcy, which was accepted;
+and he led it through the Virginia campaign, under McClellan and
+Rosecrans, up to the date of Carnifex Ferry, where he was wounded,
+September 10, 1861. Recovering from his wounds, he reported for duty
+in January, 1862, and was placed by General Buell in command of the
+Camp of Instruction at Bardstown, Ky., relieving General Wood. In
+March he was relieved, and reporting at Nashville, was placed in
+command of Dumont's brigade, Major-General O. M. Mitchel's division,
+at Murfreesboro, and made, with General Mitchel, the campaign in
+Northern Alabama, and conducted the evacuation of Huntsville, August
+31, 1862, under orders from Major-General Buell. He commanded the
+Seventeenth Brigade up to the battle of Chaplin Hills, where he was
+again wounded, October 8, 1862. During the following winter he was
+promoted to Brigadier-General, dating from November 29, 1862, and
+reported for duty to the Army of the Cumberland in the spring of 1863,
+and was assigned to the command of the First Brigade, Third Division,
+of the Twentieth Army Corps.
+
+
+A TRIBUTE TO THE TENTH OHIO.
+
+When Colonel Mulligan was in Cincinnati, he and the noble William H.
+Lytle were invited to the dedication of the Catholic Institute. It was
+the 22d of November, 1861. Lytle had just recovered from his Carnifex
+Ferry wound. The Colonel was called upon for a speech. He said:
+
+"When I go back and tell my men how, for their sakes, you have
+received me to-night, _they will feel very proud_. They often think of
+you, my fellow-citizens; and the brother, mother, wife, or sister,
+among you, in spirit visits the soldier as he rests in his chill tent
+at night.
+
+"It does not become me to speak of my own regiment, for I know that
+he who putteth his armor on can not boast as he that puts it off. But,
+as it is distant, and can not hear my words, I may say this much: the
+Tenth has been ever true to the motto inscribed upon its flag--'God
+and the Union.'"
+
+The Colonel paid a feeling tribute to John Fitzgibbons, the dead
+color-bearer of the Tenth, and hoped that the memory of his deeds, of
+Kavanagh, and others, who fell on the field in defense of their
+country, might inspire their countrymen to rise and avenge them.
+
+
+DRILLING.
+
+    Sweet Amy asked, with pleading eyes,
+      "Dear Charley, teach me, will you,
+    The words I've heard your captain say?
+      I should so like to drill you!"
+
+    "What! little one, you take command!
+      Well, Amy, I'm quite willing;
+    In such a company as yours,
+      I can't have too much drilling.
+
+    "Stand over, then, and sing out clear,
+      Like this: 'Squad! stand at ease!'"
+    "O, Charles! you'll wake papa, up stairs;
+      Don't shout like that, love, please."
+
+    "Now, stand at ease, like this, you see!
+      And then, I need scarce mention,
+    The next command you have to give,
+      Is this one: 'Squad! attention!'
+
+    "Now, Amy, smartly after me;
+      (You're sure, dear, it won't bore you?)
+    'Forward, march! Halt! Front! Right dress!'
+      There, now, I'm close before you.
+
+    "'Present arms!'" "Well, it does look odd."
+      "You don't believe I'd trifle!
+    We hold our arms out, just like this,
+      In drill without the rifle.
+
+    "Now say, 'Salute your officer!'"
+      "O, Charles! for shame! how can you?
+    I thought you were at some such trick,
+      You horrid, naughty man you."
+
+    Charles "ordered arms" without command;
+      She smoothed her ruffled hair,
+    And pouted, frowned, and blushed, and then
+      Said softly, "_As you were_!"
+
+
+A BLACK NIGHTINGALE'S SONG.
+
+Shortly after our troops occupied one of the towns in Virginia, a
+squad occupying a tent near a dwelling heard delightful music. The
+unknown vocalist sang in such sweet, tremulous, thrilling notes, that
+the boys strained their ears to drink in every note uttered.
+
+On the following day they made some excuse to visit the house, but no
+one was there. Once they observed a sylph-like form, but she was not
+the person; and so they lived on, each night hearing the same divine
+music.
+
+One night, when they were gathered together, the voice was again
+heard. "By Jove!" said one, "I'm bound to find out who that is; she
+must be discovered." A dozen voices took up the remark, and a certain
+nervous youth was delegated to reconnoiter the place. He crept on
+tiptoe toward the dwelling, leaped the garden-wall, and finally,
+undiscovered, but pallid and remorseful, gained the casement. Softly
+raising his head, he peeped within. The room was full of music; he
+seemed to grow blind for a moment, when lo! upon the kitchen-table sat
+the mysterious songster, an ebony-hued negress, scouring the tinware,
+and singing away. Just as he was peering through the window, the ebony
+songster discovered him. The soldier's limbs sank beneath him, and the
+black specimen of humanity shouted:
+
+"Go 'way dar, you soger-man, or I'll let fly de fryin' pan at your
+head! You musn't stan' dar peekin' at dis chile."
+
+The soldier left, his romantic vision dispelled.
+
+
+OUR HOOSIER BOYS.
+
+Dedicated to the Brave Soldiers of Indiana.
+
+  From East to West your camp-fires blaze,
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+  On Vicksburg's hights our flag you raise,
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+  And on Virginia's trait'rous soil,
+  In answer to your country's call,
+  The echoes of your footsteps fall,
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+
+  While Southern suns upon you beat,
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+  You sternly march the foe to meet,
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+  Two winters, numbered with the past,
+  Have o'er you swept with stormy blast,
+  Since home's dear walls inclosed you last;
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+
+  By Richmond's fields, baptized with blood,
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+  By precious dust 'neath Shiloh's sod,
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+  By every martyred hero's grave,
+  By sacred rights they died to save.
+  We'll cherish in our hearts the brave
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+
+  While yet a vacant place is here,
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+  From hearts and homes will rise the prayer,
+    Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys!
+  "God bless our gallant men and true,
+  And let foul treason meet its due!"
+  That faithful hearts may welcome you
+    Home again, our Hoosier boys!
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVI.
+
+     Old Stonnicker and Colonel Marrow, of 3d Ohio -- General
+     Garnett and his Dogs -- "Are You the Col-o-nel of this
+     Post?" -- Profanity in the Army -- High Price of Beans in
+     Camp -- A Little Game of "draw."
+
+
+OLD STONNICKER AND COLONEL MARROW, OF 3d OHIO.
+
+A Peculiar specimen of the "genus Virginia" had a great deal of
+trouble while our army was encamped at Elkwater. Stonnicker's fences
+and sugar-camp were used for fire-wood, corn-field for fodder,
+apple-trees stripped.
+
+Stonnicker's family were sick. One of his oldest gals had the "soger's
+fever." He "guessed she must o' cotched it from either the 3d Ohio or
+17th Ingeeana Regiment, as the officers kept a comin' there so much."
+
+One day he sent for Colonel Marrow, and the Colonel obeying the
+summons, Stonnicker said:
+
+"Colonel, one of my children is dead, and I haven't any thing to bury
+the child in."
+
+The Colonel, a kind-hearted gentleman, had a neat coffin made; lent
+the old man horses and an ambulance, and attended personally to the
+burial, at which the old man took on "_amazingly_."
+
+An hour or two after the funeral, old Stonnicker strolled up to the
+Colonel's quarters.
+
+"Colonel," said he, as the tears rolled down his cheeks; "Colonel,
+what shall I do?"
+
+The Colonel, thinking he was mourning over the loss of his
+lately-buried child, replied:
+
+"O, bear up under such trials like a man."
+
+"Wal, I know I orto; but, Colonel, can't you do something for me? It
+is too bad! I feel so miserable! Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!"
+
+"O, come, be a man," said the Colonel; "any thing I can do for you
+shall be done, willingly."
+
+"O, Colonel! I knowed it; I knowed it. My old woman allers said you
+was a fust-rate feller; and, Colonel, ef you'll only pay me for them
+two stacks of hay your men took from my field, I shall be mighty glad,
+for I want the money."
+
+It is needless to say that the Colonel's sympathies instantly ceased,
+and, turning on his heel, he might have been heard to say, "O, d----n
+you and your hay."
+
+
+GENERAL GARNETT AND HIS DOGS.
+
+It was said by the boys that at the battle in which General Garnett
+was killed, a favorite dog of his was with him on the field. During
+the three months following I saw not less than fifty dogs, each one
+said, positively, to be the identical dog belonging to the rebel
+general.
+
+
+ARE YOU THE COL-O-NEL OF THIS POST?
+
+I was seated one day in the telegraph office at Beverly. Prince was
+the telegrapher, and he was communicating with some female at
+Buckhannon, telling her to come over on the next train. While enjoying
+a lump of white sugar dissolved in hot water, sent by Uncle Peter
+Thomson, especially to cure my cold, a big, brawny Irishman entered
+the office, and, as I was rigged out in the Secession uniform of
+Captain Ezzard, of the Gate City Guards, Atlanta, Georgia, I was
+mistaken for a general by the said Irishman, who accosted me much
+after this style:
+
+"Good mornin' to ye, sur. And how are yees dis mornin'?"
+
+"Good morning, sir," said I.
+
+"Sure, sir," said he; "are you the Col-o-nel of this post? for it was
+him I was towld to ax for--for a pass to get to see my wife, who lives
+five miles away from here, adjoining the white church, forninst the
+first woods to the right as you go to Huttonsville."
+
+As soon as he finished his speech I informed him I was not the
+Col-o-nel, but that Colonel William Bosley was the gentleman he must
+see. I told him, moreover, that "the Colonel was a very cross man;
+very strict in his discipline: if he didn't approach him "just so," he
+would very likely refuse any pass, and kick him into the bargain."
+
+"Thank you, sur; thank you, sur. O, but I'll approach him right. Never
+fear me!"
+
+I pointed him to the marquee, in front of which was a large stake, or
+post, for hitching horses.
+
+"There," said I, "you see; that's the post."
+
+"Well, sur; plaise to tell me what I must do?"
+
+"You must go three times round the post; make your bow; place your
+hands behind you; walk to the entrance of his tent, and inquire, 'If
+he commands that post?' Tell him you want to see your wife, and the
+pass, no doubt, will be given you."
+
+The Irishman did as requested. Colonel Bosley said he knew there was a
+joke up, and humored it; and after putting all sorts of grotesque
+questions to the man, he was allowed to go on his way, rejoicing.
+
+
+HIGH PRICE OF BEANS IN CAMP--A LITTLE GAME OF "DRAW."
+
+Beans were excessively high, one season, in our army. I have seen
+Charley Brutton and Lieutenant Southgate and Captain Frank Ehrman, and
+other officers, pay as high as five cents apiece for them. Brutton
+said he intended to make bean-soup of his. Often, while I stood
+looking at parties around a table, I heard remarks like these:
+
+"Ten beans better than you."
+
+I suppose he meant that his ten beans were better than his opponent's
+ten beans. Then some one of the party, seated at the end of the table,
+would say:
+
+"I SEE THEM TEN BEANS."
+
+Well, so did I, and everybody else about there. We couldn't help but
+see them. Why, therefore, need he make so superfluous a remark? Then
+the other would say:
+
+"I CALL YOU."
+
+But I didn't hear him _call_. All he would do was, to lay his beans on
+the pile in the middle of the table, and soon they all spread out some
+pictures and dots that were printed on white pasteboard. Then _one
+man_ reaches out his hand and _draws_ over the beans to his side; and
+he smiles complacently, and all the others look beat and crabbed. And
+this they call a little game of _draw_.
+
+Charley Clark and Captain Westcott say 'tis a bad practice; _and they
+ought to know_.
+
+
+PROFANITY IN THE ARMY.
+
+It is astonishing how rapidly men in the service become profane. I
+never before appreciated the oft-quoted phrase, "He swears like a
+trooper." Young men whom I have noticed, in times gone by, for their
+urbanity and quiet demeanor, now use language unbecoming gentlemen
+upon any occasion. But here it is overlooked, because "_everybody does
+it_;" but, to my mind,
+
+  "'Tis a custom more honored in the breach than the observance."
+
+Gambling, too! O, how they take to it! "O, it's just for pastime,"
+says one. Yes; but it is a pastime that will grow and grow, and drag
+many a one to ruin. Among the many ways that the boys have of evading
+the law against it in camp is, going off into the woods and taking a
+"quiet game," as they term it. Chuck-a-luck, sweat-cloth, and every
+species of device for swindling are resorted to by the baser sort.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVII.
+
+     Hard on the Sutler: Spiritualism Tried -- A Specimen of
+     Southern Poetry -- Singular -- March to Nashville -- General
+     Steadman Challenged by a Woman -- Nigger Question -- "Rebels
+     Returning."
+
+
+HARD ON THE SUTLER--SPIRITUALISM TRIED.
+
+The officers of some regiments will drink--that is, they can be
+_induced_.
+
+There was a sutler, a great devotee to the modern science--if science
+it can be called--of spiritualism. The officers found this out, and
+determined to play upon his credulity. The quarter-master was quite a
+wag, and lent himself to the proposed fun. His large tent was
+prepared: holes were made in it, and long black threads attached to
+various articles in the apartment, and one or two persons stationed to
+play upon these strings.
+
+The party met as per agreement; every thing was arranged; the
+credulous sutler present. While enjoying the evening, the crowd were
+surprised to see things jumping around; a tumbler was jerked off a
+table, no one near it; clothing lifted up from the line running
+through the length of the tent. Some one suggested "spirits." All
+acknowledged the mystery, while some would, and others would not,
+accept the spiritual hypothesis as a correct solution. The matter
+must be tested, and the sutler was appointed chief interrogator.
+
+"If," said he, "there are really spirits, why can they not prove it,
+by knocking this candlestick from my hand?"
+
+"Why can't they?" echoed others.
+
+And, sure enough, no sooner said than done, and done so quickly that
+no one but the performer was the wiser, whose knuckles, he said,
+pained him for a week afterward. Another of the party said to the
+spirit, "Fire a pistol."
+
+Bang! was the reply.
+
+The sutler became terrified. Again it was agreed that they should try
+questioning by the rapping process. The sutler proceeded:
+
+"Are there any spirits present?"
+
+Rap! rap! rap!
+
+"Is it the spirit of a deceased relative?"
+
+Rap! rap! rap!
+
+"Whose relative is it? The Quarter-master's?"
+
+Rap.
+
+"The Adjutant's?"
+
+Rap.
+
+"Mine?"
+
+Rap! rap! rap!
+
+Here the sutler was requested to ask if there was anybody in the room
+who had committed any crime. The question was asked, and
+
+Rap! rap! rap! was the reply.
+
+"Is it the Quarter-master?"
+
+Rap.
+
+"Is it the Colonel?"
+
+Rap!
+
+"Is it the Adjutant?"
+
+Rap!
+
+"Is it the Surgeon?"
+
+Rap!
+
+"Is it m-m-e?"
+
+Rap! rap! rap!
+
+"O yes; I know it!" exclaimed the conscience-stricken sutler. (The
+first case of the kind I ever knew.) "O yes; I confess I was a
+Methodist class-leader, and now, here I am, drinking whisky, and
+selling it, and getting three prices from the boys for every thing I
+sell. O! I'll go and pray!" And he accordingly departed. The sutler
+reported, in the morning, that he had prayed, and felt much relieved.
+It so wrought upon his mind that the joke had to be explained to him,
+to prevent his being driven to distraction.
+
+
+A SPECIMEN OF SOUTHERN POETRY.
+
+From the appended exquisite gem of "Southern poetry," it will be seen
+that they wish to raise the black flag. Well, _why don't they raise
+it?_ Let us hope that for every black flag they raise, Uncle Abraham
+will raise a _black regiment_. It is from the Chattanooga _Rebel_, and
+is entitled
+
+
+  THE BLACK FLAG.
+
+  Raise now the sable flag! high let it wave
+  O'er all Secessia's hills and flowery vales,
+  And on its sable folds the motto trace,
+  "For victory or death!" The hated foe
+  Have gathered in our lovely land, and trod,
+  With desecrating steps, our State's proud Capital.
+  They've pillaged in our cities, burned our homes,
+  Exiled our stanch, true-hearted patriots,
+  Arrested loyal citizens, and sent
+  Them to those hungry bastiles of the North,
+  The ignominious "Chase" and "Johnson's Isle."
+  Our clergy--God's anointed--who refused
+  To take a black, obnoxious oath, to perjure
+  Their own souls, they placed in "durance vile."
+  The noble daughters of the "sunny South,"
+  Whose hearts were with their country's cause, they forced
+  To yield obedience to their hated laws,
+  Nor heeded cries of pity; whether from
+  Matron staid, beseeching them to leave her,
+  For her little ones, her own meat and bread;
+  Or from the bright-eyed boy, with manly grace,
+  Who brooks, with sorrowing looks, the insults she
+  Is forced to bear, and dares not to resent;
+  Or from the gray-haired sire, whose cord of life
+  Is nearly loosed, who, in enfeebled tones,
+  Prays them to cease their vexing raids, and let
+  An old man die in peace. Nor will they list
+  To maiden fair, whose virtue is their goal.
+  They've desolated every home where once
+  Abundance bloomed, and with the weapons of
+  A warrior (?)--fire and theft--have laid our homes
+  In ashes, plundered their effects, and sworn
+  Th' extermination of Secessia's sons.
+  Then raise the ebon flag! with Spring's warm breath
+  Let it unfurl its night-like folds, and wave
+  Where noble "Freeman" fills a martyr's grave.
+  Then strike! but not for booty, soldiers brave;
+  Fight to defend your liberties and homes--
+  The joy it gives to see the Vandals fall,
+  And catch the music of their dying groans.
+  Go! burn their cities, scourge their fertile lands;
+  Teach them retaliation; plow their fields,
+  And slay by thousands with your iron hail;
+  Scorn every treaty, every Yankee clan.
+  Defy with Spartan courage. _Vengeance_ stamp
+  Upon your bayonets; and let the hills and
+  Vales resound with _Blood_--your battle-cry.
+
+
+SINGULAR.
+
+Civilians are often puzzled, in reading reports of battles, to
+understand how it is that a thousand troops in a body can "stand the
+galling fire of the enemy" for an hour or more, and come out with but
+two or three killed and half a dozen wounded; or how they can "mow
+down the enemy at every shot" for a long time, and yet not kill over a
+dozen or so of them. Every thing that is done now-a-days is a complete
+"rout;" all the enemy's camp equipage, guns, ammunition, etc., are
+taken. Will somebody wiser than I am please explain?
+
+
+THE MODERN TROUBADOUR.
+
+A Camp Song.
+
+  Gaily the bully boy smoked his cigar,
+  As he was hastening off for the war;
+  Singing--"To Secesh land, thither I go:
+  Rebuels! rebuels! fight all you know!"
+
+  'Lize for the bully boy gave nary weep,
+  Knowing full well he'd his promise keep,
+  And make her his little wife; so this was her song--
+  "Bully boy! bully boy! come right along!"
+
+
+                    In Camp, Near Tennessee Line, _October 7, 1862_.
+
+At five o'clock this morning struck tents at camp, a few miles this
+side of Bowling Green, and were on the march for "any place where
+ordered." I am thus indefinite, because the publication of the
+"ultimate destination" is contraband news. Yesterday we were encamped
+in a wildly picturesque part of Kentucky--_intensely_ rocky--abounding
+in caverns and subterranean streams; to-day we marched through what
+has been a delightful country, beautifully rolling land, and
+highly-cultivated farms; but now, what a sad picture is presented!
+Scarce a fence standing; no evidences of industry; all is desolation,
+and the demon of devastation seems to have stalked through the entire
+State with unchecked speed--houses burned, roads neglected, farms
+destroyed, in fact, nothing but desolation staring you in the face,
+turn which way you will.
+
+Early this morning the road was very dusty, but by nine o'clock we had
+a splendid representation of "Bonaparte crossing the Alps," minus the
+Alps, and nothing but active marching kept the boys from feeling the
+extra keenness of old Winter's breath. Still, the boys trudged merrily
+on, feeling confident the present march is not to be fruitless in its
+results, as preceding ones have been. This campaign now presents an
+active appearance, every thing indicating a head to conceive and the
+will to do.
+
+At three o'clock to-day we passed through the neat-looking town of
+Franklin. It looks very new, most of the houses being substantial
+bricks. Here we met General Fry, the man who _slewed_ Zollicoffer. The
+General is of plain, unostentatious appearance, a keen eye, lips
+compressed, the whole countenance denoting determination and quickness
+of perception.
+
+
+GENERAL STEADMAN CHALLENGED BY A WOMAN.
+
+Riding along to-day with General Steadman, who, in his province as
+commander of this brigade, had called at the dwellings on the
+road-side, to see about the sick soldiers left in the houses, the
+General knocked at a door, and a voice within yelled "Come in."
+Obeying the injunction, he opened the door, and inquired how many men
+were there, and, also, if they had the requisite attention shown them.
+After a few minutes' talk with the soldiers, General Steadman entered
+into conversation with Mr. Reynolds, the owner of the property, who,
+among other things, asked the General when he thought the war would
+end; to which the General replied:
+
+"Not till the rebels lay down their arms, or the Secessionists get
+perfectly tired of having their country devastated."
+
+This reply brought in a third party--old Mrs. Reynolds, a regular
+spitfire, a she-Secessionist of the most rabid, cantankerous
+species--a tiger-cat in petticoats. This she specimen of the "Spirit
+of the South," of the demon of desolation, had bottled up her venom
+during the conversation of her son, but could hold in no longer; her
+_vial_ of wrath "busted," the cork flew out, and the way she came at
+the General was a caution to the wayfarers over this road, at any
+rate.
+
+"O, yes! and that's all you nasty Yankees come here for, is, to
+destroy our property, invade our sile, _deserlatin'_ our homes. This
+'ere whole war is nothing but a Yankee speculation, gotten up by the
+North, so that they can steal niggers and drive us from our homes."
+
+"Well, madam, as it is not my province to quarrel with a woman, I
+shall not talk to you. You get excited, and don't know what you're
+talking about."
+
+"O! but I'll talk to _you_ as much as I please. You're all a sneaking
+set of thieves. You can just take yourself out of my house, you dirty
+pup. You're drunk."
+
+The General very placidly listened to the old termagant, and merely
+remarked, "It was too cold to go out of the house just then; he
+guessed he'd warm himself first."
+
+"Get out, quick," said she, opening the door. "I'll let you know I'm a
+Harney. Yes, I'm a grand-daughter of General Harney, of Revolutionary
+fame."
+
+"Well, madam, I have before told you I don't want to quarrel with a
+woman, but if you have any of the male Harneys about the house, who
+will give me the tenth part of the insolence that I have listened to
+from the lips of 'one old enough to know better,' I will soon show him
+of what mettle I'm made."
+
+"Jeemes, give me your six-shooter," fairly shrieked the old woman;
+"I'll soon show him. _I'll fight you at ten paces, sir!_"
+
+The General laughed at her last remark; seeing which, she became
+perfectly furious. Her sons and daughters begged her to desist from
+such talk; but the more they cried "Don't," the less she "_don'ted_."
+
+The family, by this time, had been made aware that it was a real
+General at whom this insolence of tongue was being hurled, and the
+tribulation of the son was great. The General, after thoroughly
+warming himself, quietly walked out with his staff. The son followed
+to the door, making all sorts of apologies for his mother--that she
+had been sick, was peevish, and, at times, out of her head. I
+suggested to him, that I didn't think she would _be so apt to go out
+of her head if John Morgan had come along_, instead of a Union man.
+
+Lucky for that house and its inmates that the 9th Ohio, or any of
+General Steadman's command, were not apprised of the proceedings. The
+General, in the kindness of his heart, and for the sake of the
+soldiers quartered there, placed a guard around her house, to prevent
+her being troubled in the least while the regiments were passing.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XVIII.
+
+     Going into Battle -- Letter to the Secesh -- General
+     Garfield, Major-General Rosecrans's Chief of Staff --
+     General Lew Wallace -- The Siege of Cincinnati -- Parson
+     Brownlow -- Colonel Charles Anderson.
+
+
+GOING INTO BATTLE.
+
+Many wonder if men wear their coats and knapsacks, and carry blankets,
+when going into battle. That depends upon circumstances. Sometimes,
+when marching, they find themselves in battle when they least expect
+it. Upon such occasions, soldiers drop every thing that is likely to
+incommode them, and trust to luck for the future.
+
+Many wonder if regiments fire regularly, in volleys, or whether each
+man loads and fires as fast as he can. That, also, depends upon
+circumstances. Except when the enemy is near, the regiments fire only
+at the command of their officers.
+
+You hear a drop, drop, drop, as a few of the skirmishers fire,
+followed by a rattle and a roll, which sounds like the falling of a
+building, just as you may have heard the brick walls at a fire.
+
+Sometimes, when a body of the enemy's cavalry are sweeping down upon a
+regiment to cut it to pieces, the men form in a square, with the
+officers and musicians in the center. The front rank stand with
+bayonets charged, while the second rank fires as fast as it can.
+Sometimes they form in four ranks deep--the two front ones kneeling,
+with their bayonets charged, so that, if the enemy should come upon
+them, they would run against a picket-fence of bayonets. When they
+form this way, the other two ranks load and fire as fast as they can.
+Then the roar is terrific, and many a horse and rider go down before
+the terrible storm of leaden hail.
+
+
+LETTER TO THE SECESH.
+
+My Dear Rebs: Having just learned that Vicksburg has gone up--Port
+Hudson caved--Jackson surrendered--Bragg unwell--I thought I would ask
+you a few questions, for instance:
+
+How are you, any how?
+
+How does "dying in the last ditch" agree with your general health?
+
+How is the Constitution down your way?
+
+Do you think there is any Government?
+
+How is King Kotting?
+
+Is Yancey well and able to hold his oats?
+
+Has Buckner taken Louisville yet?
+
+I understand Tilghman _has quit_ hanging Union men.
+
+Is Floyd still _rifling_ cannon, and other small arms?
+
+How is the Southern heart?
+
+Are you still able to whip five to one?
+
+What is your opinion of the Dutch race?
+
+When will England and France recognize you?
+
+What have you done with the provisional government of Kentucky?
+
+Where is the Louisville-Bowling-Green-Nashville-Atlanta _Courier_
+published now? Say--
+
+What do you think of yourselves any how?
+
+A prompt answer will relieve many anxious hearts.
+
+                              Yours, in a horn,
+
+                                        A Lincoln Man.
+
+
+GENERAL GARFIELD, MAJOR-GENERAL ROSECRANS'S CHIEF OF STAFF.
+
+The rather brilliant career of the General is worthy of a more
+extended notice than I have room for.
+
+General Garfield was born in Cuyahoga County, Ohio, in 1831. It is
+said that, in his early love of freedom, he formed a strong attachment
+for horses, and, to gratify this feeling, he ran away from home and
+became a driver on the canal. Possessing remarkable endurance, and
+great strength, with no small amount of combative spirit, he soon
+became a "shoulder-hitter," whipping all opponents who were any way
+near his own age, and becoming a terror to the quarrelsome rowdies who
+had previously ruled the ditch.
+
+During the hight of his wild career he attended a revival meeting,
+became converted, found new and wealthy friends, who supplied him with
+funds to attend college, and, in 1856, he graduated at William's
+College, Massachusetts, with the highest honors.
+
+Returning to Ohio, he at once settled as a clergyman and president of
+the college at Hiram, Portage County. He here became very popular as
+an eloquent divine, as a lecturer before lyceums, and as a profound
+scholar. The success of his school was without a precedent. Two years
+ago he was elected, by an immense majority, as a member of the State
+Senate. At the first call for troops, he at once entered the field,
+and rallied round him some of the ablest boys to be found in the
+State.
+
+General Garfield is what would be called, by ladies, a really handsome
+man; has large, blue eyes, an expressive mouth, the outlines of which
+denote good nature. It was prophesied at once, after his enlistment,
+that, "Let Rev. Mr. Garfield have a chance at the rebels, and he would
+die in the field, or win a victory." He has, at all times, so far,
+been on the winning side.
+
+Humphrey Marshall--the barn-door of the Southern Confederacy--it is
+said, once beat General Garfield, during the early Kentucky campaign.
+Marshall was in a trap, and, wanting a little time, called upon
+Garfield with a white flag, who was commanding a brigade, and asked--
+
+"Is there no way to settle this without fighting?"
+
+"No, sir," said Garfield, "none but to fight--_somebody_ has got to
+get hurt."
+
+But Marshall didn't see it in that light--retired to consult--and, in
+the mean time, beat a hasty retreat, and thus beat _Garfield_.
+
+
+GENERAL LEW WALLACE.
+
+General Lew Wallace was formerly colonel of the 11th Indiana
+(three-months men,) known as Zouaves, who were noted for their daring
+bravery and dash. When the regiment returned to Indiana to be
+reorganized for the war, General Wallace remained quiet a few days,
+when the trouble in Missouri aroused his energies, and he issued a
+spirited call to his fellow-citizens, which was responded to with the
+greatest enthusiasm. They flocked to his standard, and were sent to
+the Department of Missouri, and thence to Paducah, after which he was
+promoted to a generalship in the division of General C. F. Smith.
+
+General Wallace made himself a legion of friends in his able
+management of affairs during the memorable siege of Cincinnati by the
+rebels. At a public meeting in Columbus, Ohio, a _Flagg_ was raised,
+and the following war poem recited:
+
+
+THE SIEGE OF CINCINNATI.
+
+    Who saved our city, when the foe
+    Swore in his wrath to lay it low,
+    And turned to joy our tears of woe?
+                                   Lew Wallace.
+
+    Who taught us how to cock the gun,
+    And aim it straight, and never run,
+    And made us heroes, every one?
+                                   Lew Wallace.
+
+    And told us how to face and wheel,
+    Or charge ahead with pointed steel,
+    While cannon thundered, peal on peal?
+                                   Lew Wallace.
+
+    Who, when all in bed did sleep,
+    About us watch and ward did keep,
+    Like watch-dog round a flock of sheep?
+                                   Lew Wallace.
+
+    Who made us all, at his commands,
+    With fainting hearts and blistering hands,
+    Dig in the trench with contrabands?
+                                   Lew Wallace.
+
+    Who would have led us, warriors plucky,
+    To bloody fields far in Kentucky?
+    But Wright said, No!--and that was lucky?
+                                   Lew Wallace.
+
+    Who sat his prancing steed astraddle,
+    Upon a silver-mounted saddle,
+    And saw the enemy skedaddle?
+                                   Lew Wallace.
+
+    And who, "wha hae wi' Wallace" fed,
+    On pork and beans and army bread,
+    Will e'er forget, when he is dead,
+                                   Lew Wallace?
+
+
+PARSON BROWNLOW.
+
+The Knoxville _Register_ thus laments the release of the Parson from
+the prison of that city:
+
+"In brief, Brownlow has preached at every church and school-house,
+made stump-speeches at every crossroad, and knows every man, woman,
+and child, and their fathers and grandfathers before them, in East
+Tennessee. As a Methodist circuit-preacher, a political stump-speaker,
+a temperance orator, and the editor of a newspaper, he has been
+equally successful in our division of the State. Let him but once
+reach the confines of Kentucky, with his knowledge of the geography
+and the population of East Tennessee, and our section will soon feel
+the effect of his hard blows. From among his own old partisan and
+religious sectarian parasites he will find men who will obey him with
+the fanatical alacrity of those who followed Peter the Hermit in the
+first Crusade. We repeat again, let us not underrate Brownlow."
+
+
+The gallant Colonel Charles Anderson, of the 93d Ohio, in a speech in
+Columbus, said:
+
+"The South laugh at the little shams of the hour with which they
+agitate us; but their purpose is deep and dark. They mean to carry
+out their system of 'oligarchy' at whatever cost. Looking upon slavery
+as I now do, having seen it from every side, and knowing that the
+South intend the destruction of this Union--were I to stand before the
+congregated world, I would declare it--I will hew slavery from crest
+to hip, from hip to heel, and cut my way through white, black, and
+yellow--nerve, muscles, bone--tribes and races, to the Gulf of Mexico,
+to save the Union."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIX.
+
+     An Episode of the War -- Laughable Incident -- Old Mrs.
+     Wiggles on Picket Duty -- General Manson -- God Bless the
+     Soldiers -- Negro's Pedigree of Abraham Lincoln -- A Middle
+     Tennessee Preacher -- A Laconic Speech.
+
+
+AN EPISODE OF THE WAR.
+
+During the early part of the rebellion, when the rebels were in force
+on Munson's Hill, McClellan laid a plan to surround and capture them.
+This plan was only known to McClellan, General Scott, and Colonel
+Scott, a relation of the General, by marriage. As the troops started
+out at night, for their assault, a signal rocket went up from
+Washington. On their arrival at Munson's Hill, the bird had flown.
+McClellan, being informed of this, immediately called on General
+Scott, finding there Colonel Scott. He immediately said to the
+General: "The enemy have been warned of our movements by a rocket;
+they must have been so warned by one of us. Which is the traitor?" No
+answer was given. McClellan then called on the President, and
+mentioned the above facts, stating his conviction that Colonel Scott
+was the delinquent, and insisted upon his immediate imprisonment, or
+his banishment, or his own resignation. Then followed General Scott's
+resignation, then his journey to Paris, and the self-banishment of
+Colonel Scott.
+
+
+A LAUGHABLE INCIDENT.
+
+Considerable merriment and not a few immodest expressions were
+elicited at Washington, one day, by the action of the patrol, who
+perambulate the Avenue on horseback, a terror to all fast riders. On
+this occasion they made an onslaught upon the darkeys, who, for some
+time past, had luxuriated in the uniform of United States volunteers.
+How the articles of wearing apparel were obtained by the contrabands
+alluded to we have not inquired. The patrol rode up to each
+unfortunate "Sambo" that made his appearance, and proceeded to divest
+him of each of the articles enumerated, save where the bare necessity
+of the case would not admit of such a procedure. Caps, vests, and
+coats rapidly disappeared from "Sambo's" body, and were deposited in
+the street at the feet of the horses.
+
+"Take off your breeches," we heard escape the lips of one of the
+patrol. The darkey grinned, then rolled his eyes, gazed at some ladies
+passing, and then, with an astonished countenance, looked up into the
+face of the patrol. "Massa," he said, "I aint got nuffin else on when
+I take dese off." This was something of a puzzle to the guard on
+horseback, and so, not wishing to shock the modesty of the street,
+"Sambo" was allowed to depart with his linen and trowsers.
+
+
+OLD MRS. WIGGLES ON PICKET DUTY.
+
+"As for sleeping on a picket," said Mrs. Wiggles to the three-months
+volunteer who had dropped in to see her, "I don't see how they can do
+it without hurting them. Sleeping on a post would be a good deal more
+sensible, unless there's a nail in it, which might be prejudicious
+for the uniform. Every one to his taste, and such things as where a
+man shall sleep is at his own auction; but nobody can help thinking
+that either a picket or a post is a very uncomfortable place to sleep
+on. At any rate, there isn't much room for more than one in a bed."
+
+
+GENERAL MANSON.
+
+Brigadier-General Manson was in camp at Glenn's Fork, Pulaski County,
+eighteen miles from the scene of the Mill Spring battle, and, with his
+brigade, made a forced march that distance, over horrible midwinter
+roads, arriving just in time to engage honorably in the fight. The
+gallant 10th Indiana lost seventy-five men. Its colonel, commanding
+the brigade as above, is an officer of great bravery and ability. His
+conduct at the battle of Rich Mountain, in Western Virginia, as
+colonel of that regiment, and his experience in the war with Mexico,
+constitute a happy preface to his late brilliant achievement. This
+same 10th Indiana is fully up to the feat of rapid marches. At one
+time, being detailed to go to Greensburg from Campbellsville, to repel
+an anticipated attack of Secesh, the march was made by the Hoosier
+boys in three hours, a distance of twelve miles, eight of which was
+over a dirt-road that had had the advantage of a hard rain the night
+previous.
+
+
+GOD BLESS THE SOLDIER.
+
+A young and beautiful lady of Louisville (Minnie Myrtle) says; "God
+bless the soldier!" O, could we but look into the almost bursting
+heart of the rough-clad, tired soldier, as he plods his way, weary and
+worn, casting a glance, at intervals, to see one kind smile, to hear
+one kind and gentle voice to remind him of home, and the "loved ones"
+left far behind to the mercies of a cold and heartless world--could we
+but look into that fond heart and see the aching void, we would clasp
+that hand tenderly, and draw him gently to our homes, a welcome guest.
+O, did you but think, for a moment, of the sacrifice made by the ones
+you term "striplings," you would smother the thought before it rises
+to your pure lips, and your cheeks would burn with the sisterly blush,
+and your lips would breathe a prayer instead for the wanderer.
+
+Come with me to yon snow-covered cabin. 'Tis a rude hut; but pause ere
+you enter, and behold the scene: An aged mother, bowed in deep and
+earnest prayer; and, as she prays for her jewels, a smile, not of
+sadness, but a settled calmness, gives place to one of extreme agony;
+her boys--she has but two, the pride of her declining years--both she
+gave, as did "Abraham of old," a living sacrifice upon the "altar of
+her country." Come with me to yonder habitation, not of wealth, but
+comfort. Hark! What shriek was that which rent the air? A widowed
+mother kneels beside the fatherless babe, and asks God in mercy to let
+the bitter cup pass from her. Another sacrifice to the dark and bloody
+ground! Pause, then, sisters, and give that thought not utterance.
+Your lips should breathe a prayer for the friendless soldier. If you
+have a brother, then love the soldier for your brother's sake; and if
+you have none, the honest-hearted soldier will be a brother and
+protector. But, O, for the love of God, speak kindly to the soldier.
+
+
+A NEGRO'S PEDIGREE OF ABRAHAM LINCOLN.
+
+A full-blooded African, who was taken prisoner on the steamer Lewis,
+on which he is now employed as a cook, in the service of the United
+States, was encountered one evening by the surgeon of one of the naval
+ships, who asked him his name. "Nathaniel," replied the negro. "Any
+other name?" said the doctor; to which Sambo replied: "Why, de last
+name is always de massa's name--Massa Johnson." "What do the people
+say this war is about?" asked the doctor. Nat replied: "Why, sir, dey
+say that some man, called Linkum, is going to kill all de women an' de
+children, an' drive de massa away; and all de colored folks will be
+sold to Cuba." Nathaniel then proceeded to give some new and highly
+interesting particulars respecting the genealogy of the family of the
+Chief Magistrate of the United States. "Dey say his wife was a black
+woman, and dat his fadder and mudder come from Ireland," said he,
+speaking with emphasis. The doctor indignantly refuted the aspersions
+cast upon the family of the President, and disabused the mind of the
+negro of the false impressions which he had received from the
+Secessionists of the place.
+
+One morning I accosted a contraband named Dick, who was employed in
+the fort. "Have you any other name?" said I. "Dey calls me Dick, de
+Major," was his answer. In reply to interrogatories, he gave an
+account of his life. "I was born in Virginny," said he, holding on
+the rim of a slouchy felt hat, and raising it at every inquiry. "Massa
+sold me, fore I was old 'nuff to know my mudder, to a preacher man in
+Florida. Bimeby massa die, and missus, she had a musical turn o' mind,
+and swapped me off for a fiddler; but de people all got de laf on de
+ole 'oman, for in two or free months the old fiddler died, and she
+lost us both," and the darkey laughed vehemently.
+
+
+A MIDDLE TENNESSEE PREACHER.
+
+A Secesh preacher, who was elected to a captaincy in the Home-Guards
+at Chattanooga, hearing they were likely to be called out, sent in the
+following note:
+
+"dear curnel i beg to resind my commishen. Being a disciple of Krist i
+can not take up the sord."
+
+
+A LACONIC SPEECH.
+
+An amusing sword presentation took place one day in camp. The 78th
+Pennsylvania presented a sword to their colonel, William Sirwell.
+Captain Gillespie spoke as follows:
+
+"Here _we_ are, and here _it_ is. This is a bully sword, and comes
+from bully boys; take it, and use it in a bully manner."
+
+Colonel Sirwell replied:
+
+"Captain, that was a bully speech. Let's all take a bully drink."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XX.
+
+     Union Men Scarce -- How they are Dreaded -- Incidents -- The
+     Wealthy Secessionists and Poor Union Widows -- The John
+     Morgans of Rebellion -- A Contraband's Explanation of the
+     Mystery -- Accident at the South Tunnel -- Impudence of the
+     Rebels -- A Pathetic Appeal, etc.
+
+
+                    Camp near Gallatin, Tenn., _November 20, 1862_.
+
+A trip from the tunnel to Gallatin, and back, is a good day's sport,
+for it behooves all to be on the alert, to avoid being captured by
+citizen guerrillas. A number of this brigade have already been
+"gobbled up," while out hunting luxuries at farm-houses. This became
+so frequent that the General in command issued an order prohibiting
+the boys from leaving camp without special permission.
+
+Folks at home have frequently heard of the strong Union sentiment
+pervading Tennessee, but, "cuss me" if I haven't hunted in vain for
+the article during the past two weeks, and, with no exception
+whatever, save among the laboring class, have I found an out-and-out
+Union man. They answer with a "double meaning," when questioned, and
+are _professed_ Union men while the army is here, and strong
+Secessionists when the rebel army can protect them.
+
+The fact is, all the true Union men have been driven by the merciless
+foe into the woods--at any rate from their homes. Acts of the most
+fiendish barbarity have been committed, and the aiders and abettors
+are within a few miles of this camp, unmolested, enjoying the comforts
+of a home, while the true patriot, driven from his family to the hills
+of his native State, is
+
+  "Unsheltered by night, and unrested by day;
+  The heath for his barracks--revenge for his pay."
+
+An incident occurred in General Fry's division a few days since. Two
+of the 2d Minnesota Regiment, John A. Smith and Mr. Mervis, both of
+St. Paul, went out, by permission of their captain, in search of
+butter and eggs. They took two good horses with them, and although a
+week has passed, neither men nor horses have returned. The sequel
+proves that these men were captured by armed residents of this
+neighborhood, as yesterday a company were sent out for forage, and
+with them a number of servants were sent for eatables. Arriving at the
+house of 'Squire McMurray, a well-known Secessionist, who has two sons
+in the rebel army, the boys made inquiries of the servants in regard
+to their missing comrades, and found out they had been taken by a
+party of guerrillas from near this very house. The old scoundrel
+McMurray openly exulted over the fact, and thought it very comical to
+have the "Yankees" jerked up once in awhile. "It will teach them,"
+said he, "to stay at home." The boys wanted to purchase some chickens
+and turkeys, but he refused to sell to "Yanks," swearing his turkeys
+were not fattened for "Down-easters." Mrs. McMurray hurriedly came
+out, and ordered all her black servants in the house, as she said she
+didn't want her niggers contaminated with "sich white trash."
+
+About two hours after this conversation the brigade teams _drove up_,
+and soon _drove off_ with ten loads of corn and oats, amounting to
+sixty dollars. 'Squire McMurray refused to receive a voucher offered
+by the Quarter-master, and said they were of no account to him--it was
+only a trick of the Abolition Government to rob the farmers; they had
+already sixty wagon-loads, and he guessed he could spare a few more.
+This man has a splendid farm, finely stocked with valuable imported
+Cashmere sheep, some of them worth from four to five hundred dollars
+apiece. This man is living in luxury, and upon ground that should be
+occupied by the poor and devoted families of those who, by his
+connivance, have been driven forth upon the world. Yet the great
+shield of the law--the law he has so basely violated, the Constitution
+he has, and yet does, openly defy--is made his safeguard. Is it at all
+astonishing our men weary of this favoritism, this premium upon
+traitors?
+
+Let me tell your readers of what I was an eye-witness, a few evenings
+ago. You that have comfortable homes and warm firesides, with no war
+at your doors, can have but a faint idea of the horrors that are
+broadcast over this once happy country. A poor woman came to the
+commanding General of this brigade and begged for protection. She
+lived eight miles from this camp, and the rebels had threatened to
+burn her barn and house. Now, what do you think was this woman's
+offense? Her husband had joined the Union army at Nashville last
+August, and when, a few days afterward, he returned to arrange his
+family affairs, the "guerillas" found out his return, and five of the
+incarnate fiends walked into his house, and while he was seated at the
+table, partaking of his breakfast, these men shot him--there, in the
+presence of his wife and six children, these fiends, that our worthy
+President deliberately "commutes," murdered their only protector; and
+now, not satisfied with their former atrocity, they return to drive
+the poor widow and her children from the desolate little homestead!
+
+O! if there is one hell deeper than another, please, God, send these
+wretches, who would persecute a poor woman thus, to it!
+
+The General, upon hearing the story of her troubles, sent out two
+companies of the 2d Minnesota Regiment to guard and bring into camp
+her children, and what few chattels were left. Company A, under
+Captain Barnes, and Company G, under Captain Keifer, were assigned to
+perform this act of deserved charity.
+
+It was ten o'clock at night, cold and windy, the rain penetrating to
+the very bones, and dark as Egypt, when the two companies returned
+with Mrs. Crane and her six children. One rickety wagon, a mangy old
+horse, a cow, some bedding, and a few cooking utensils, were the
+trophies of the trip. These things told a tale of poverty, but they
+were all the poor widow of the murdered soldier possessed.
+
+The children were all barefooted, and most scantily attired; the
+little ones shivered with the cold, and the older ones wrapped their
+tattered garments closer as the wind played rudely with them. A little
+four-year-old boy eyed the soldiers with a side glance, and clung to
+his mother, as she held her infant to her breast.
+
+If I were to decide what to do in such a case, I would quickly turn
+out Mr. 'Squire McMurray, and let Mrs. Crane and her little ones
+possess the well-stocked farm. To-day the General is endeavoring to
+get transportation to Indiana for this family, at the expense of the
+Government.
+
+An old negro resident near this camp, in conversation, a few days
+since, said to me:
+
+"Look-a-heah! all you white folks, when any debbeltry is done, allers
+lay it to Massa John Morgan."
+
+"Well," said I, "don't he do a large share of it?"
+
+"Yes, he does do a heap; but, Lor bress you, massa, gib de _debble_
+his due; he don't do de half what de white folks say. You see dat
+tunnel, don't you?" said he, rolling the white of his eyes to the
+obliteration of all sight of the pupil.
+
+"Yes, I see it," I replied.
+
+"Well, sah! Massa Morgan had no more to do wid dat tunnel dan you do
+yourself. Morgan _warnt_ no way nigh dis place when dat was done; de
+folks what lib all round here was de _Morganses_ what do dat work;
+why, dey done toted rails for _free_ days, and packed 'em in dat
+tunnel, and we darkeys had to help 'em, and den dey set 'em on fire,
+and sich a cracklin' as you nebber heard, and in less dan a week
+ebbery body all over de country was a-tellin' about how as _John
+Morgan burnt de tunnel_."
+
+
+IMPUDENCE OF THE REBELS.
+
+"Here, sir, I've got an order for you," said an acknowledged
+well-known rebel citizen, as he entered the head-quarters of the
+General commanding the Third Brigade of the First Division of the
+Ohio. From the pompous manner of the Tennesseean, the General didn't
+know, for a moment, but that he was about being ordered under arrest
+by the citizen. The General merely replied in his usual style:
+
+"The hell you have, sir! Who is it from?"
+
+"From General Fry, sir."
+
+"Ah! let me see it."
+
+The order was produced. It requested the General not to allow too much
+of any one man's stock of corn to be taken. The General read the
+_request_, and instantly inquired of the Tennesseean: "Are you a Union
+man?" and as instantly received the reply of "No, sir, I am not."
+
+"Then, G----d d----n you, sir, how dare you have the impudence to come
+within my lines?"
+
+The Tennesseean, seeing he had a man of the pure grit to deal with,
+shook slightly in his boots, and did not put on so much "style," and
+was about to explain something, when the General interrupted him with
+a quick order to leave forthwith, or he would have a dozen bayonets in
+his rear "d----n quick."
+
+"But, General, how shall I get out of camp? Won't you _please_ give me
+a pass?"
+
+"Me give a pass to a rebel! No, sir. How did you get within my lines?"
+
+"Why, sir, I just walked straight in."
+
+"Well, sir, you can just walk straight out, and if ever I see you
+inside my lines again, I'll have you sent where you belong; and, after
+this, when you have any 'order' for me, if it is from General Halleck,
+'or any other man,' don't you dare to bring it, but _send_ it in to
+me, or you will rue the day."
+
+
+A PATHETIC APPEAL.
+
+I found the following "pathetic" appeal from the women of New Orleans.
+It was laid carefully by, with a lock of hair, bearing the
+inscription, "To Mary Looker, from her cousin Jane. Please send this
+appeal to all our male friends around Gallatin."
+
+
+     "AN APPEAL FROM THE WOMEN OF NEW ORLEANS.
+
+     "To every Soldier:
+
+     "We turn to you in mute agony! Behold our wrongs, fathers!
+     husbands! brothers! sons! We know these bitter, burning
+     wrongs will be fully avenged. Never did Southern women
+     appeal in vain for protection from insult! But, for the
+     sakes of our sisters throughout the South, with tears we
+     implore you not to surrender your cities, 'in consideration
+     of the defenseless women and children.' Do not leave your
+     women to the merciless foe! Would it not have been better
+     for New Orleans to have been laid in ruins, and we buried
+     beneath the mass, than subjected to these untold sufferings?
+     Is life so priceless a boon that, for the preservation of
+     it, no sacrifice is too great? Ah, no! ah, no! Rather let us
+     die with you! O, our fathers! rather, like Virginius, plunge
+     your own swords into our breasts, saying, 'This is all we
+     can give our daughters.'
+
+                              "The Daughters of the South.
+
+     "New Orleans, _May 14, 1862_."
+
+[Illustration: Old Stonnicker drummed out of Camp. See page 284.]
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXI.
+
+     A Friendly Visit for Corn into an Egyptian Country -- Ohio
+     Regiments -- "Corn or Blood" -- "Fanny Battles" -- The
+     Constitution Busted in Several Places -- Edicts against
+     Dinner Horns, by Colonel Brownlow's Cavalry -- A Signal
+     Station Burned -- Two Rebel Aids Captured.
+
+
+                    Camp at Triune, Tennessee, _April 26, 1863_.
+
+Last Thursday was a "gay day" for a portion of the Third Division.
+General Schofield, thinking it requisite to lay in a good supply of
+provender, ordered out one hundred and fifty wagons, to go on an
+errand of mercy to our benighted "brethren of the South," and _borrow_
+of them some corn, oats, and fodder, for Federal horses. Well, as it
+is a recognized breach of etiquette to send such a train without
+escort, therefore, the General sent a retinue, consisting of the 35th
+Ohio, under Colonel Long; 9th Ohio, Colonel Josephs; 17th Ohio,
+Colonel Durbin Ward; 31st Ohio, Colonel Phelps; also, the 87th
+Indiana, Colonel Shyrock; and the 2d Minnesota, under Colonel George;
+together with two pieces belonging to the 4th Regular Battery, under
+Lieutenants Rodney and Stevenson. We went forward with the
+determination of obtaining food--"peacefully, if we could; forcibly,
+if we must;" but we had to use the rebel women's motto, lately made
+public in Richmond, "Food or Blood." Our new commander accompanied
+the expedition. We started, after partaking of an early breakfast, and
+crossed Harpeth River about nine o'clock. I had forgotten to mention
+that the 1st East Tennessee Cavalry were along: the rebels haven't
+forgotten it, however, as they were ordered to the front, and, as I am
+fond of seeing them "go in," I was appointed chief aid and
+bottle-holder to the command under Majors Burkhardt and Tracy, and had
+a splendid opportunity of seeing the "Secession elephant." After
+passing through the town of College Grove, we commenced feeling our
+way carefully, as we wished to make our visit a sort of "surprise
+party" to the "brethren in arms;" as a matter of course, this was only
+the "by-play," for while the Tennessee boys were unloading their
+muskets, the teamsters were loading corn and oats from Secesh cribs.
+They are excellent _cribbage_-players by this time.
+
+As our cavalry advanced, the rebel cavalry fell back, declining to
+hold any communication. Major Tracy and "ye correspondent" went off
+the main road, in pursuit of knowledge, and came upon half a dozen
+negroes working in a field. The Major introduced "ye innocent lamb" as
+General Morgan, and demanded of the darkeys if any d----d Yankees had
+been about there lately. The darkeys replied very evasively; would not
+say a word that would injure the cause of the Union forces; denied all
+knowledge of them or their whereabouts. There were some two or three
+hundred fat sheep on the farm, and a good lot of cattle. I suggested
+the propriety of driving them within our lines, but was astonished
+when the Major told me it was "against orders" to do so. All the males
+of the family who owned the negroes and _other cattle_ were in the
+rebel army--the master and two sons. While talking there, we heard
+firing, and so started for the fun, and soon came upon some of the
+"gentry," yclept "butternuts." The Major had about twelve men in the
+lead; a few others, with the colors, remaining a quarter of a mile to
+the rear--the _regiment_ a mile in rear of the advance. When we
+arrived at what is known as Tippets's farm, the rebels, who were
+sheltered by Wilson's house, poured a volley down the road, and
+without inquiring the cause of such unkind treatment, on their part,
+this "individual" _retired_ some twenty yards. I have before heard the
+sound of the Enfield-rifle ball, and have heard many persons say, 'tis
+"quite musical;" but "_I can't see it_." The boys advanced in the most
+daring manner on the open road, while the _valiant_ and "_noble
+chivalry_" of Alabama kept continually retreating. In order to obtain
+a better view of the fight, and watch the maneuvers of the combatants,
+I went upon the side-hill of an open field to the left of the road,
+and while quietly looking on, three rebs came out from behind Wilson's
+house, and, without as much as saying, "By your leave," they blazed
+away at me. Isn't it a shame that these fellows should act so? Why,
+they "_busted_ the Constitution all to the devil," in firing at _me_.
+The Major kindly rode up and told me, in his usual bland and benign
+style, that I was a d----n fool; that "them fellers was a-shootin' at
+me." I merely replied that I guessed he was mistaken, as I saw the
+bullets _plowing_ the field some twenty yards in front of me. While
+this conversation was going on between the Major and myself, the
+rebels reloaded their guns and gave us another trial of their skill,
+and settled the dispute at once, as I had asseverated; their bullets
+would not reach that distance. The Major was right, for a little while
+the nastiest shriek I ever heard came from that volley. The Major's
+horse didn't like it much, and _cavorted_ like the "fiery, untamed
+steed" ridden by the fair "Adah Isaacs." Then we changed our base: we
+went toward the chaps, and, when they would get ready to fire, put
+spurs to our horses and ran from them. This so delighted the "rebs,"
+that we gratified them with two or three trials, and every time we
+ran, they shouted and said _bad words_. After placing five men in
+ambush, we retired, as if leaving the field, and as the traitors were
+advancing directly into the trap of three hours' hard setting, the
+Wilson family came to the door and told them to go back, as the
+"Yankees" were in the orchard there by Tippets's house. The men were
+then within two hundred yards of the ambush, and, upon being so
+informed, hastily wheeled their horses and left on a double-quick.
+This act on the part of a citizen rebel so exasperated the men that
+Wilson was given one hour to get out of the house with his furniture,
+as all houses used for military purposes, signal stations, etc., would
+meet with destruction.
+
+While the house was burning, the women boasted they had warned them,
+and would do it again. One virago-looking Secesh asseverated, in a
+voice of unearthly screechiness, that they had lots of "_Southern
+friends_, and _millions of money_."
+
+The citizens along the road will learn a lesson by this occurrence. It
+will teach them not to make signal stations of their houses.
+
+
+BLOWING HORNS UNCONSTITUTIONAL.
+
+Another source of annoyance to our men was the frequent blasts upon
+dinner-horns. These "quiet, peaceful" citizens, as our men advanced,
+gave the enemy information by this _blasted_ method. Upon being
+questioned as to the "cause why" they did so much blowing, they
+replied, "They were calling in the boys from the field, for fear they
+would get shot;" and Mrs. Tippets said, "'T was near dinner-time." One
+of the men said he would like something to eat, and went in the house,
+but no sign of dinner preparation could be seen. Major Tracy took the
+horn from Mrs. Tippets, at which the lady (?) protested most
+violently; said there "was no reason in that man," and asked me, "if
+it wasn't agin the Constitution for that feller to take that horn."
+
+I told her, in a _pacific manner_, that that was nothing; Tracy took
+from ten to fifteen horns a day. She didn't see the joke, and I became
+disgusted with her want of penetration, and left.
+
+Mr. Wilson and a man who was in his employ were brought into camp as
+prisoners. Mr. Wilson protested he didn't tell the States-rights men
+any thing, and held that he "couldn't hender the women talkin'."
+
+About four o'clock we commenced a retrograde movement for the "old
+camp," and soon caught up with the big train, filled with all the
+delicacies of the season, for the brute portion of our division.
+
+The Miss Fanny Battles who is now so sweetly sojourning in the
+Seminary at Columbus, Ohio, under the guardianship of "Uncle Samuel,"
+was a resident of this county. Our troops were encamped upon the
+Battles farm for a month. Miss Battles was very industrious in
+circulating about the country. When she was taken, she had her
+_drawers_ stuffed with letters, and was trying to steal through our
+picket-lines. The _Secretary_ of State, or those connected with the
+_bureaus_, will, we hope, see that there are no more such _drawers_
+allowed within the lines.
+
+
+THE DIFFERENCE.
+
+At the house of a Mr. Bolerjack are the wounded men belonging to the
+1st Tennessee Cavalry. I called there yesterday, and, in conversation
+with Mr. B., he expressed surprise at what he termed the difference
+between our wounded and the rebel wounded. He said that he had a house
+full of Secesh at one time, but that they kept moaning and groaning
+all night and day, and kept his family busy, while our men have never
+muttered, but, on the contrary, are always cheerful, and only anxious
+to get back in their saddles.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXII.
+
+     Reward for a Master -- Turning the Tables -- Dan Boss and
+     his Adventure -- Major Pic Russell -- A Visit to the
+     Outposts with General Jeff C. Davis -- Rebel Witticisms --
+     Hight Igo, ye Eccentric Quarter-master -- Fling Out to the
+     Breeze, Boys.
+
+
+REWARD FOR A MASTER--TURNING THE TABLES.
+
+The darkeys of Secession masters fairly flocked into camp on many
+occasions. When near Lebanon, Ky., a bright darkey, very witty, kept
+the camp alive with his humor. During the day some Kentuckians had
+posted up in camp an advertisement: "One Hundred Dollars Reward. Ran
+away from the subscriber, my man Bob," etc. Jim Duncan, the darkey I
+have referred to, soon after issued the following, and posted it
+beside the other:
+
+     Fifty Cents Reward.--Ran away from dis chile, an' leff him
+     all alone to take care of his-seff, after I done worked
+     twenty-six years for him faithfully, my massa, "BILL
+     DUNCAN." Massa Bill is supposed to have gone off wid de
+     Secesh _for to hunt for his rights_; and I 'spect he done
+     got lost. Any pusson 'turnin' him to dis chile, so dat he
+     can take keer ob me, (as he allers said niggers couldn't
+     take keer demselves,) will be much oblige to dis chile.
+
+     N. B.--Pussons huntin' for him will please look in all de
+     "lass ditches," as I offen heern him tellin' about dyin'
+     dar.
+
+                              'Specfull' submitted,
+
+                                        Jim.
+
+
+The poster created a great deal of merriment in camp, while the
+residents thought Jim a very sassy nigger.
+
+
+DAN BOSS AND HIS ADVENTURE.
+
+All railroad men know Dan Boss, of the Pittsburg, Fort Wayne, and
+Chicago Railroad. Dan was in Louisville, on Government business,
+during the raid, with a lot of cars. Dan thought he would ride out a
+few miles on the Bardstown pike one fine afternoon, with a friend, and
+for this purpose hired a fine horse and buggy. Dan went out gaily, and
+in fine spirits, jokingly observing he was about to reconnoiter. Only
+ten miles from the city Dan was captured. The rebels demanded a
+surrender of all his personal effects, which consisted of a rare lot
+of old passes over all the railroads in the United States, several
+"bottles," etc. Dan told them he was all right on the goose, and they
+told him to turn round and go back; upon which Dan was delighted,
+thinking he had deceived them, when he was accosted by several more of
+the gang, who wanted to try the speed of Dan's horse. Dan begged for
+the horse; said it wasn't his, to which the rebs replied, "Well! as it
+is not '_yourn_,' why, we'll take care of it," and then drove off,
+leaving Dan and his friend to foot it home.
+
+
+MAJOR PIC RUSSELL
+
+Says that, on the march to Louisville from Huntsville, Ala., he met
+hundreds of stragglers from Bragg's army. One tall specimen of Secesh,
+going back to his Southern home, the Major halted.
+
+"Hallo!" said the Major, "where are you going?"
+
+The fellow looked at the Major very intently, and replied, "Home,
+sir."
+
+"Where do you live?" inquired Russell.
+
+"Lewis County, Alabama!"
+
+"Why," said the Major, "you don't think you will ever be able to walk
+all that distance, do you?"
+
+"Well, I do," was his response. "I tell you, Major, I wouldn't take
+_five hundred dollars for my chance_."
+
+The distance to his home was over seven hundred miles, through
+Kentucky, Tennessee, and Northern Alabama.
+
+The Major told me it was a common sight to see them trudging along,
+singing merrily, no doubt thinking of "_Home, sweet home_."
+
+
+A VISIT TO THE OUTPOSTS WITH GEN. JEFF C. DAVIS.
+
+General Davis I found an active, intelligent gentleman, with an eye
+denoting great determination, and very pleasing in his conversational
+powers; always on the alert, leaving nothing to subordinates that he
+could do himself. The General's division commanded the Shelbyville
+pike. I spent two nights with Colonel Heg, who had a brigade occupying
+the most dangerous position. The 25th Illinois and 8th Kansas were in
+his brigade.
+
+Colonel Heg's regiment is mostly composed of Norwegians, or
+Scandinavians. They are generally from, and are known as the 15th
+Wisconsin; are a splendid body of well-disciplined men, and all speak
+our language fluently. I heard an amusing anecdote of one of their
+captains, who, a short time since, took a lot of rebel prisoners. As
+this Norwegian captain had them drawn up in line, he said to them, in
+broken English, and in accent very like the German: "Say, you fellers,
+you putternuts, I vant you all to schwear a leetle. It do you goot to
+schwear mit de Constitution. I schwear him tree year ago; now you
+schwear him. Now, recollect, you schwear him goot; no d----n nonsense.
+You schwear him, and keep him down, and not _puke him up again_!"
+
+The 24th Illinois are close at hand, also the 8th Kansas. These boys
+are in view of the rebels every day.
+
+There is in the 24th Illinois Regiment a very clever officer who has
+an intolerably red nose. He says he can't "help it;" he strives to
+temper it, but it is no go. A friend inquired of him, how much it cost
+to color it out here; his reply was, "$2.50 a canteen."
+
+The "rebs" played quite a trick upon the chaplain of the 24th
+Illinois. After they received his papers, they refused to send any in
+return. This would have been termed a nasty _Yankee trick_, had any of
+our boys committed such a breach of faith with them. But such is
+Southern _honor_.
+
+
+REBEL WITTICISMS.
+
+The following is copied from the Chattanooga _Rebel_:
+
+If it is true that General Marmaduke hung the regiment of armed
+negroes at Helena, he certainly made a center shot at old Abe's
+emancipation-insurrection scheme; for he "knocked the _black_ out"
+every time he hung a darkey.
+
+We do not know for certain that the price of negroes is going up; but
+there must have been a slight _advance_ upon a regiment of them at
+Helena, the other day, if the wires were correct.
+
+Grant's permitting his dead soldiers to decay and create a stench
+around Vicksburg presents the worst feature of the Yankee _die-nasty_
+we have yet had to chronicle.
+
+Richmond papers announce that Hooker has again, "changed his base." He
+took it out of the saddle awhile ago, to go and tell old Abe "how the
+thing was did."
+
+The soil of the South is becoming so fertilized with. Yankee bodies,
+that we will be able to raise nothing but wooden nutmegs after the
+war.
+
+The "typos" of the _Rebel_ suggest the necessity of the immediate
+return of Vallandigham, and our finishing up the Yankee raid on
+Vicksburg. Both exciting subjects cause too heavy a "run" on the
+capital "V" box.
+
+The Yankee officers who lead armed negroes against the Southern people
+will have "a _high_ old time," for our boys will certainly hang them
+"as high as Haman."
+
+The Chicago _Tribune_ says: "There are already twenty thousand colored
+troops in the Federal army." Does he mean the _blue-bellied_ ones, or
+the black ones?
+
+"_Breakers ahead" for Yankee merchantmen!_ The Alabama and Florida! If
+they are not breakers to the ships, they will soon break all the
+ship-owners.
+
+The Yankee corpses lying around Vicksburg are becoming fetid as fast
+as the living ones are becoming _de_-feated.
+
+
+HIGHT IGO, YE ECCENTRIC QUARTER-MASTER.
+
+Everybody in the Third Division of Crittenden's corps knows the
+Quarter-master of the 35th Indiana, Hight Igo; in fact, his fame is
+not confined to General Van Cleve's division. No, sir! not by any
+means! His eccentricities are the theme of conversation from Triune to
+Stone River, from "Kripple Kreek" to Nashville.
+
+His first introduction to the favorable notice of high military
+authority occurred at Louisville. Shortly after the gallant 35th came
+into service, he stopped General Wood one day in the streets of
+Louisville, to inquire upon the subject of "yarn socks." The General
+informed him he never transacted business on the street, and suggested
+the propriety of calling at head-quarters. A short time after this the
+General met Igo on the street, and having heard something queer about
+Igo's forage account, requested information in regard thereto. Igo
+coolly remarked: "General, I never transact business on the street.
+You will please call at my quarters, when I shall be happy to afford
+you an insight into my affairs."
+
+The next day a couple of the General's staff-officers called upon the
+incorrigible Igo, to investigate matters, and they investigated "in a
+horn." Igo remarked that, if they had waited until next morning to
+make their report, things would have worked; but they foolishly went
+into the presence of the General immediately upon their arrival; and
+when they reported "Quar-hic-termaster Igo's busi-ness all-hic-sound,"
+the General "couldn't see it," and dispatched another officer, who
+could resist the blandishments of whisky-punch long enough to conduct
+the investigation.
+
+The result of this move was a rather tart request--from the
+Quarter-master-General's Department--for Lieutenant Igo to send all
+the papers belonging to his department to Washington, for adjustment;
+a request which our friend complied with by heading up vouchers,
+receipts, requisitions, etc., in an ammunition-keg, with a letter
+stating that, inasmuch as the Department had a great many more clerks
+at its command than he had, and were probably better acquainted with
+the "biz" of making out quarterly reports or returns, they might be
+able to understand how things stood between him and the Government;
+confessing, at the same time, that he "couldn't make head or tail out
+of the blasted figures." In due course of mail Igo received a
+communication from the Department, informing him that if he did not
+immediately send in his report for the quarter ending on the 31st of
+October, he would find himself in Washington, under arrest. To this
+Igo answered thus:
+
+     Sir--Yours of -- date received. Contents noted. I have long
+     been desirous of visiting the city of "magnificent
+     distances," but have not hitherto been able to realize
+     sufficient funds at any one time to gratify that desire; I
+     therefore gratefully avail myself of your obliging offer to
+     defray the expenses of my journey, and most respectfully
+     suggest the propriety of your "going on with your
+     rat-killing." I am, sir, your obedient servant,
+
+                                        MARTIN IGO,
+
+                    Lieutenant and A. A. Q. M., 35th Ind. Vols.
+
+
+This closed Igo's official correspondence with the Department at
+Washington. He had the "_good luck_" to be captured by Morgan last
+fall, and, of course, Morgan destroyed all his papers. That struck a
+balance for him for the quarter ending last October. He had another
+stroke of good fortune at Stone River, on the 1st of January, in
+having a wagon captured. Of course, all his papers were in that
+identical wagon. He was very indignant that a battle did not take
+place about the last of March, as that would have saved him a heap of
+trouble. Do not think, however, that our Quarter-master has done any
+thing that will not bear investigation, for a more honest or
+conscientious man is not to be found in the Quarter-master's
+Department; but Igo has a holy horror of vouchers and invoices, and
+receipts all in triplicate; and small blame to him for it.
+
+
+FLING OUT TO THE BREEZE, BOYS!
+
+Dedicated to the Second Brigade, Second Division, M'cook's Corps.
+
+By W. A. OGDEN.
+
+    Fling out to the breeze, boys,
+    That old starry flag--
+  Let it float as in days famed in story;
+    For millions of stout hearts
+    And bayonets wait,
+  To clear its old pathway to glory.
+
+    When the first wail of war
+    That was heard on our shore
+  Re-echoed with fierce promulgation,
+    Columbia's brave sons
+    Then rallied and fought,
+  In defense of our glorious nation.
+
+    From East, West, North, and South,
+    Their numbers did pour,
+  Alike seemed their courage and daring;
+    While boldly they stood,
+    As the fierce battle raged,
+  Each nobly the proud contest sharing.
+
+    Those patriots have passed--
+    They now sleep 'neath the sod;
+  But _their_ flag shall be _our_ flag forever!
+    We'll boldly march forward,
+    And strike to the earth
+  The fiends who it from us would sever.
+
+    Hark! hark! from the South
+    Comes a sound, deep and shrill--
+  'Tis the sound of the cannon's deep rattle!
+    Up! forward! brave boys,
+    And beat back with a will
+  The foe from the red field of battle.
+
+    We'll rally and rally,
+    And rally again,
+  To our standard now pennoned and flying;
+    And we swear, 'neath its bright folds
+    Of crimson and gold,
+  To _own_ it, though living or dying.
+
+    Then fling to the breeze, boys,
+    That dear, blood-bought flag--
+  It must float as in days famed in story;
+    For millions of _stout hearts_
+    And _bayonets_ wait,
+  To clear its old pathway to glory.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIII.
+
+     Defense of the Conduct of the German Regiments at Hartsville
+     -- To the Memory of Captain W. Y. Gholson -- Colonel Toland
+     vs. Contraband Whisky.
+
+
+                    Camp near Gallatin, Tenn., _December 14, 1862_.
+
+After a careful investigation of the facts relative to the late fight
+at Hartsville, having visited the battle-field, and having conversed
+with numerous officers and privates who were wounded in that
+engagement, I am satisfied that gross injustice has been done the
+noble raw recruits of the 106th and 108th Ohio Regiments. I am not
+biased in the least on account of their being Cincinnati men, although
+I confess to a city pride; and I feel the greatest satisfaction in
+telling you that those regiments acted in the most heroic manner. That
+a few acted cowardly and shirked their duty, there is no doubt; but
+that the entire regiments should bear the blame is very hard.
+
+I notice the Louisville _Journal_ is particularly severe on the men
+and officers; and, also, that W. D. B. "pitches in," and terms them
+"Scott's Cowardly Brigade."
+
+W. D. B. goes into _minutiae_ in regard to Scott, who, he says,
+commanded. He is entirely mistaken. Scott, finding the place a
+dangerous one, requested, a week previously, to be allowed to rejoin
+his regiment, and his request was granted. The Scott who had command,
+and was relieved, belonged to Turchin's old regiment, and was their
+Lieutenant-Colonel. Scott told Colonel Moore of the dangers of the
+post, and Colonel Moore, feeling his weakness, protested against being
+left there. The fault lies beyond these new regiments.
+
+Why were three regiments of raw recruits placed in such a dangerous
+position, with but two guns and a handful of cavalry? As soon as the
+fight began, a courier was sent to Castilian Springs, a distance of
+only five miles, for reinforcements. The brigade was sent, but arrived
+too late. Instead of marching by column, on a double-quick, these men
+were deployed as skirmishers. The 106th and 108th Ohio and 104th
+Illinois held the ground for full two hours, until completely
+surrounded and driven to the brink of the river, where another large
+force of rebels awaited them. Yet these undisciplined men are called
+cowards--these men, who bravely held the ground, against odds of three
+to one, against the disciplined rebels belonging to the 2d and 9th
+Kentucky, and under the immediate command of Morgan! Yet these men are
+to bear the disgrace and receive the anathemas of the press, in order
+to shield some imbecile officer!
+
+I paid a visit to the hospital to-day, and I tell you it was a
+pitiable sight to see a large room crowded with the gallant wounded.
+They told me they didn't care for the wounds, but to be so maligned
+was more than they could bear. One noble fellow read the remarks of
+the Louisville _Journal_, and the big tears rolled down his manly
+cheek, as he made the remark to me, "GOOD GOD! _is that all the thanks
+we get for fighting as we did?_"
+
+Newspapers may publish what they please, but here is a fact that
+speaks loud in praise of the daring Ohio boys, and proves that the
+106th and 108th fought well: it is, that Company G, of the 106th, lost
+every commissioned officer, two sergeants, one corporal, and twelve
+privates.
+
+Colonel Moore, Lieutenant-Colonel Hapeman, and Major Wiedman refused
+to be paroled.
+
+Lieutenant Gessert, of the 106th, tells me he was present, a week
+since, when a colored boy came to Lieutenant Szabo, of the 106th, who
+was on picket. The boy stated that he overheard Morgan tell his master
+he was laying a plan to "capture them d----d Cincinnati Dutch within
+three days." The boy was sent to head-quarters, where he repeated his
+story, but no notice was taken of it.
+
+To-day, Dr. Dyer, surgeon of the 104th Illinois, who went over the
+field directly after the fight, and assisted in dressing the wounds of
+our men, handed me a green seal ring belonging to Adjutant Gholson.
+The rebels had stripped the body of boots, coat and hat, and, fearing
+this ring would be taken, the Doctor placed it in his pocket.
+
+The Doctor says a rebel captain took a fancy to his (the Doctor's)
+hat, and insisted upon buying it--swore he would shoot him if he
+didn't sell it; and told him he went in for raising the black flag on
+the d----d Yankees.
+
+The Doctor quietly went on with his work, attending to the wounded,
+while the rebel captain was robbing the dead.
+
+I telegraphed you in regard to Adjutant Gholson's death. He died
+heroically leading his command. His praise is upon every tongue. I
+will send his body home on to-day's train.
+
+                                        Alf.
+
+
+The lines following are a touching tribute to the memory of one of the
+noblest young men sacrificed in the war. Captain Gholson was a brave,
+earnest, talented, honorable man, in whose death his many friends feel
+a sorrowing pride:
+
+
+TO THE MEMORY OF CAPTAIN W. Y. GHOLSON.
+
+    'Neath Western skies I'm dreaming,
+      This drear December morn,
+    Of joys forever vanished,
+      Of friendships rudely torn;
+
+    Of the friend so lately taken
+      From the heartless world away;
+    Of the well-beloved warrior
+      Now sleeping 'neath the clay.
+
+    The links of youthful friendship,
+      Unsullied kept through years,
+    Grim Death hath rudely shattered--
+      Ay, dimmed by Memory's tears.
+
+    Thou wilt be missed sincerely
+      By the well-remembered band,
+    Who've proved, through endless changes,
+      United heart and hand.
+
+    Thy mother's pain and anguish
+      Through life will never cease;
+    The grief she's now enduring
+      No earthly power can ease.
+
+    A father mourns the idol
+      Which God hath taken home,
+    Hath borne to sunnier regions,
+      Where guardian spirits roam.
+
+    And for the grieving sister,
+      Whose joyous days are o'er,
+    There cometh gleams of sunshine
+      From yonder golden shore.
+
+    From the throne of God eternal,
+      Where the angel roameth free,
+    _He_ speaketh words of music
+      To parents dear, and thee.
+
+    To friends and weeping kindred
+      He speaketh words of cheer:
+    "Be ye prepared to meet me,
+      Prepared to meet me here."
+
+                              Lizzie A. F.
+
+
+COLONEL TOLAND vs. CONTRABAND WHISKY.
+
+"Volunteer" told me a good story of one of the gallant 34th Ohio and
+Colonel Toland.
+
+During their stay at Barboursville, the Colonel noticed, one day, an
+extraordinary number of intoxicated soldiers in camp. Where they
+obtained their whisky was a mystery to the command. The orders were
+very strict in regard to its prohibition. After considerable effort,
+the Colonel succeeded in finding out the guilty party. The culprit had
+a little log hut on the banks of the Guyandotte River, and was dealing
+it out with a profuseness entirely unwarranted. The Colonel sent his
+orderly for Corporal Minshall, of Company G. On his arrival, the
+Colonel said:
+
+"Corporal, you will take ten men, sir, and go to the whisky-cabin on
+the banks of the Guyandotte, seize all the whisky you find, and pour
+it out."
+
+"All right," said the Corporal; "your order will be obeyed forthwith."
+
+The Corporal got his men together, and ordered them to string all the
+canteens they could find around their necks. On arriving at the cabin,
+they seized upon and "poured out" the whisky. After a thorough
+loading-up, the Corporal returned and reported at head-quarters.
+
+"You poured it out, did you?" inquired the Colonel.
+
+"Yes, sir," categorically replied the Corporal.
+
+The Colonel noticed a canteen about the Corporal's neck, and thought
+he smelled something, and, looking him steadily in the face, repeated:
+
+"You poured it out, sir, did you?"
+
+"Yes, sir," emphatically replied the Corporal.
+
+"And where did you pour it, sir?"
+
+"In our canteens, Colonel," he replied.
+
+For a moment his eyes flashed with anger; but, on second thought, the
+joke struck him as being too good, and the pleasant smile so
+characteristic of the Colonel wreathed his face in a moment.
+
+"Well, Corporal," continued he, "I suppose that is some of the
+'poured-out' in your canteen, eh?"
+
+"Yes, sir," he replied, with the utmost _sang froid_, and, at the same
+time, gracefully disengaging the strap from his neck, said, "Won't you
+try some, Colonel?"
+
+"I don't care if I do," said the Colonel; whereupon he imbibed,
+saying, as he lowered the vessel, "Not a bad article--not a bad
+article; but, Corporal, next time I send you to pour out whisky I will
+tell you _where_ to pour it."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIV.
+
+     War and Romance -- Colonel Fred Jones -- Hanging in the Army
+     -- General A. J. Smith vs. Dirty Guns.
+
+
+WAR AND ROMANCE.
+
+During the late movement against Vicksburg the national transports
+were fired upon by a rebel battery at Skipwith Landing, not many miles
+from the mouth of the Yazoo. No sooner was the outrage reported at
+head-quarters than the Admiral sent an expedition to remove the
+battery and destroy the place. The work of destruction was effectually
+done; not a structure which could shelter a rebel head was left
+standing in the region for several miles around.
+
+Among other habitations destroyed was that of a Mrs. Harris, a widow
+lady, young, comely, and possessed of external attractions in the
+shape of a hundred and fifty "negroes," which she had contrived to
+save from the present operation of "the decree," by sending them up
+the Yazoo River. But Mrs. Harris was a rebel--intense, red-hot in her
+advocacy of Southern rights and her denunciation of Northern wrongs.
+Although she had not taken up arms against the Government, she was
+none the less subject to the indiscriminating swoop of the
+Proclamation; her niggers, according to that document, were free, and
+if the Confederacy failed, she could only get pay for them by
+establishing her loyalty in a court of justice. Her loyalty to the
+Yankee nation?--not she! She was spunky as a widow of thirty can be.
+She would see Old Abe, and every other Yankee, in the happy land of
+Canaan before she would acknowledge allegiance to the Washington
+Government. Nevertheless, being all she possessed of this world's
+valuables, she would like to save those niggers.
+
+"Nothing easier," suggested Captain Edward W. Sutherland, of the
+United States steam-ram Queen of the West, who, attracted by her
+snapping black eyes, engaged in a friendly conversation with the lady
+after burning her house down. "Nothing easier in the world, madam."
+
+"How so, Captain? You don't imagine I will take that odious oath, do
+you? I assure you I would not do it for every nigger in the South."
+
+"But you need not take that oath, madam--at least not _the_ oath."
+
+"I do not understand you, Captain," said the widow, thoughtfully.
+
+"I said you need not take the oath of allegiance; you can establish
+your loyalty without it--at least," with a respectful bow, "I can
+establish it for you."
+
+"Indeed! How would you do it, Captain?"
+
+"Simply enough. I am in the Government service; I command one of the
+boats of the Western navy--technically denominated a ram, madam--down
+here in the river. Of course, my loyalty is unimpeached, and, madam, I
+assure you it is unimpeachable. Now, if I could only say to the
+Government, those niggers are mine"----
+
+The Captain waited a moment, to see what effect his speech was
+producing.
+
+"Well!" said the widow, impatiently tapping with her well-shaped foot
+one of the smoking timbers of her late domicile.
+
+"In short, my dear madam, you can save the niggers, save your
+conscientious scruples, and save me from a future life of misery, by
+becoming my wife!"
+
+The Captain looked about wildly, as if he expected a sudden attack
+from guerrillas. The widow tapped the smoldering timber more violently
+for a few minutes, and then, turning her bright eyes full upon the
+Captain, said:
+
+"I'll do it!"
+
+The next arrival at Cairo from Vicksburg brought the intelligence that
+Captain Sutherland, of the ram Queen of the West, was married, a few
+days since, on board the gunboat Tylor, to Mrs. Harris, of Skipwith
+Landing. Several officers of the army and navy were present to witness
+the ceremony, which was performed by a Methodist clergyman, and
+Admiral Porter gave away the blushing bride. She is represented to be
+a woman of indomitable pluck, and, for the present, shares the life of
+her husband, on the ram Queen of the West.
+
+
+COLONEL FRED JONES.
+
+I was with him on his last trip from Cincinnati to Louisville, and
+from thence to the army. Little did I think it was the last meeting.
+Noble Fred! He has left a name that will never be erased from honor's
+scroll. A writer in the Cincinnati _Commercial_, who knew him from
+boyhood up, says:
+
+"He is a native of this city, and favorably known as one of our most
+brilliant young men.
+
+"Colonel Jones was a graduate of Woodward High School, of this city,
+receiving his diploma, with the highest honor of his class, in 1853.
+He then entered the law-office of Rufus King, Esq. as a student, and
+evinced, in the pursuit of a legal education, a remarkable zeal and
+talent. Two years ago he was elected Prosecuting-Attorney of the
+Police Court, which office he held at the breaking out of the war, in
+1861. It was but a few days after the first call for troops, when he
+threw his business into the hands of a brother lawyer, and became a
+soldier. He was first an adjutant to General Bates, but, in June,
+1861, he received a lieutenant-colonel's commission in the 31st Ohio,
+with which he went into active service. He was afterward transferred,
+with the same rank, to the 24th Ohio, of which regiment he became
+colonel in May last.
+
+"He distinguished himself at the Battle of Shiloh, to which, indeed,
+he owed his promotion. He enjoyed the highest reputation with his
+superiors as an officer.
+
+"Colonel Jones was about twenty-seven years of age, of fine
+appearance, with a peculiarly happy manner and disposition. He was a
+very fine _extempore_ orator, and possessed great military ardor from
+childhood. The writer, a fellow-student, remembers him as captain of a
+company of school-boys, at Woodward, which, drilling for pastime,
+became very proficient in tactics.
+
+"We can pay no more eloquent tribute to his memory than the mute
+impression his history will impart. He is dead! Our city has offered
+no heavier sacrifice in any of her sons, and parted with no purer of
+the jewels which have been so rudely torn from her."
+
+
+HANGING IN THE ARMY.
+
+                    Head-quarters 3d Division, 14th Army Corps,
+                    Murfreesboro, _June 6, 1863_.
+
+William A. Selkirk, who resided in an adjoining county, murdered, in a
+most brutal manner, a man by the name of Adam Weaver. Selkirk was a
+member of a roving band of guerrillas. He entered, with others, the
+house of Weaver, who was known to have money, and demanded its
+surrender. Weaver, not complying, was seized, his ears cut off, his
+tongue torn out, and he was then stabbed. These facts being proved to
+the court, Selkirk was condemned to death.
+
+At twelve o'clock, yesterday, the crowd commenced congregating at the
+Court-house, eyeing with curiosity a large, uncovered ambulance, in
+which was built a platform. The trap was a leaf, acting as a sort of
+tailboard to the wagon. This trap, or leaf, was supported by a strip
+of wood that ran into a notch, similar to the old figure-four trap.
+Attached to the ambulance were six splendid horses. At one o'clock two
+regiments of infantry, under Colonel Stoughton, arrived upon the
+ground and formed in line. The ambulance and military then moved along
+to the jail; the rough wooden coffin was placed in the vehicle, and
+the prisoner then, for the first time, made his appearance. He had a
+pale and care-worn look, and a decidedly Southern air. His step was
+firm, and he got into the wagon with but little assistance. He was
+accompanied by Father Cony, chaplain of the 35th Indiana. The
+procession then moved off toward the gallows, erected a short distance
+from the town, upon the Woodbury pike. The eager crowd thronged the
+avenues leading to the place of execution--rushing, crushing, cursing
+and swearing, laughing and yelling. Samuel Lover, the Irish poet,
+describes, in his poem of "Shamus O'Brien," a hanging, thus:
+
+  "And fasther and fasther the crowd gathered there,
+    Boys, horses, and gingerbread, _just like a fair_;
+  And whisky was sellin', and 'cosamuck' too,
+    And old men and young women enjoying the view;
+  And thousands were gathered there, if there was one,
+    Waiting till such time as the hanging would come."
+
+The morbid appetite depicted upon that sea of upturned faces was
+terrible to think of.
+
+By the kindness of Colonel Stoughton, I was given a very prominent
+place in the procession.
+
+General Order No. 123, from head-quarters, was read. The prisoner then
+knelt, and was baptized by the clergyman before mentioned. After the
+baptism was over, Rev. Mr. Patterson, of the 11th Michigan, made a
+most fervent and eloquent prayer, the prisoner on his knees, with eyes
+uplifted to heaven, and seemingly praying with all the fervor of his
+soul. After Mr. Patterson had finished praying, the prisoner was told
+he had five minutes to live, and to make any remarks he wished.
+Selkirk arose, with steady limbs, and said:
+
+"Gentlemen and friends: I am not guilty of the murder of Adam Weaver;
+I did not kill him. I hope you will all live to one day find out who
+was the guilty man. I believe my Jesus is waiting to receive my poor
+soul. I am not guilty of Weaver's murder. I was there, but did not
+kill him."
+
+He then knelt down and joined in prayer. After prayer was over, he
+stood up, and stepped on the scaffold again, to have the fatal rope
+placed around his neck. While the rope was being adjusted, he prayed
+audibly, and his last words on earth were:
+
+"Sweet Jesus, take me to thyself. O, Lord, forgive me for all my
+sins;" and again, as the person who escorted him was tightening the
+rope, he said, "For God's sake don't choke me before I am hung." Then,
+when the black cap was drawn over his eyes, he seemed to know that in
+a few seconds he would be consigned to "that bourne from whence no
+traveler returns," and said, "Lord, have mercy on my soul."
+
+The words were scarcely uttered, when that which was, a few moments
+before, a stout, healthy man, was nothing but an inanimate form. As
+the "black cap" was about being put on him, Sarah Ann Weaver, the
+youngest daughter of the murdered man, Adam Weaver, made her
+appearance inside the square, and quite close to the scaffold. She
+asked Captain Goodwin and Major Wiles the privilege of adjusting the
+rope around his neck, but they would not grant it. She is a young
+woman of about seventeen years, rather prepossessing and intelligent
+looking. She stood there unmoved, while the body hung dangling between
+heaven and earth. She seemed to realize that the murderer of her
+father had now paid the penalty with his life. I asked her what she
+thought of the affair, and she curtly remarked: "He will never murder
+another man, I think." After the body had remained about fifteen
+minutes swinging in the air, and surgeon Dorr pronounced life extinct,
+it was cut down and put in a coffin. The assemblage departed, some
+laughing, some crying, and some thinking of the fate of the deceased.
+
+
+GENERAL A. J. SMITH vs. RUSTY GUNS.
+
+Last winter General Smith's head-quarters were on board the steamer
+Des Arc; he was in command of a division of Grant's army. One day, on
+a trip from Arkansas Post to Young's Point, there were on this boat
+three companies of a nameless regiment. Now it happened that these men
+had rather neglected to clean their guns, which the sharp eye of the
+old veteran soon discovered. It was in the morning of our third day
+out, the wind was blowing terribly, and the weather unusually cold,
+rendering it very unpleasant to remain long on the hurricane-roof,
+that the General came rushing into the cabin, where nearly all the
+officers were comfortably seated around a warm stove.
+
+"Captain," exclaimed the General, in no very mild tone, addressing
+himself to the commander of one of the aforesaid companies, "have you
+had an inspection of arms this morning?"
+
+"No, General," timidly replied the Captain, "I have not."
+
+"Have you held an inspection of your company at any time since the
+battle of Arkansas Post, sir?" sharply asked the General.
+
+"No, sir; the weather has been so unpleasant, and I thought I would
+let my men rest awhile," hesitatingly replied the Captain, already
+nervous, through fear, that something disagreeable was about to turn
+up.
+
+"You thought you'd let them rest awhile? Indeed! The d----l you did!
+Who pays you, sir, for permitting your men to lay and rot in idleness,
+while such important duties remain unattended to? What kind of
+condition are your arms in, now, to defend this boat, or even the
+lives of your own men, in case we should be attacked by the enemy this
+moment? What the d----l are you in the service for, if you thus
+neglect your most important duty?" fairly yelled the old General. And
+then, starting menacingly toward the quaking captain, said he,
+imperatively:
+
+"Mount, sir, on that roof, this moment, and call your men instantly
+into line, that I may examine their arms."
+
+"And you," resumed he, turning to the lieutenants, who commanded the
+other companies, "are fully as delinquent as the captain. Sirs! I must
+see your men in line within ten minutes."
+
+It is scarcely necessary to state that the officers in question made
+the best of their time in drumming up their men, whom they found
+scattered in all parts of the boat. Finally, however, the companies
+referred to were duly paraded on the "hurricane," and an abridged form
+of inspection was gone through with. The General, finding their arms
+in bad condition, very naturally inflicted some severe talk,
+threatening condign punishment in case such neglect should be
+repeated.
+
+But during the time in which one of these companies was falling in,
+which operation was not executed with that degree of promptness, on
+the part of the rank and file, satisfactory to the lieutenant
+commanding, that officer called out, in a most imploring strain, "Fall
+in, gentlemen! Fall in, lively, gentlemen!" That application of the
+word "gentlemen" fell upon the ear of General Smith, who, turning
+quickly around, hastily inquired:
+
+"Are you the lieutenant in command of that company, sir?" addressing
+the individual who had given the command in such a polite manner.
+
+"Yes, sir," replied the trembling subaltern.
+
+"Then, who the d----l are you calling gentlemen?" cried the General.
+"I am an old soldier," continued he, approaching and looking more
+earnestly at the lieutenant, "but I must confess, sir, that I never
+before heard of the rank of gentleman in the army. Soldiers, sir, are
+ALL supposed to be gentlemen, of course; but, hereafter, sir, when you
+address soldiers, remember to say soldiers, or men; let us have no
+more of this 'bowing and scraping' where it is your duty to command."
+
+Then, turning upon his heel, his eyes snapping with impatience, the
+old gentleman gave vent to the following words:
+
+"_Gentlemen! gentlemen, forsooth!_ And _rusty guns! Umph!_ The d----l!
+I like that! Rusty guns! and gentlemen!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXV.
+
+     A Trip into the Enemy's Country -- The Rebels twice driven
+     back by General Steadman -- Incidents of the Charge of the
+     1st Tennessee Cavalry, under Major Tracy -- The 35th and 9th
+     Ohio in the Fight -- Colonel Moody and the 74th Ohio --
+     Colonel Moody on the Battle-field.
+
+
+A TRIP INTO THE ENEMY'S COUNTRY.
+
+                              Triune, Tennessee, _March 8, 1863_.
+
+After a four-days' trip, without tents, we are once more in camp. Last
+Tuesday afternoon General Steadman ordered Colonel Bishop, of the 2d
+Minnesota, to take his regiment, a section of the 4th Regular Battery,
+under Lieutenant Stevenson, and six hundred of Johnson's 1st East
+Tennessee Cavalry, and proceed forthwith to Harpeth River.
+Anticipating a fight, I went with the detachment. As we passed through
+Nolinsville and Triune the few butternut inhabitants gazed with
+apparent envy at our well-clad soldiers. About nine o'clock at night
+we reached the river. Here the infantry bivouacked for the night; the
+artillery planted their pieces in eligible positions, while the
+cavalry crossed the river and commenced to search for rebel gentry who
+were supposed to be on short leave of absence at their homes. Quite a
+number of _citizen_ soldiers were thus picked up. Major Tracy, of the
+cavalry, then proceeded, with a dozen men, to the residence of
+General Starnes, and surrounded it, hoping to find the General at
+home. But the bird had flown the day previous. The Major, however,
+being a _searching_ man, and full of inquiry, looked under the beds,
+and in the closets, and asked who was up-stairs. "No one," was the
+reply, "but my brother, and he has never been in the army." Major
+Tracy took a candle, went up, saw the young man, and asked where the
+man had gone who had been in bed with him. The young man protested no
+one had been there, and Mrs. Starnes pledged her word, on the "_honor
+of a Southern lady_," that there was no one else in the house. But
+Tracy turned down the sheets, and, being a discerning man, discovered
+the imprint of another person in the bed, and, from the distance they
+had slept apart, he felt sure it was not a woman. So telling Mrs. S.
+he hadn't much faith in the honor of a Southern woman, under such
+circumstances, he thought he would take a peep through a dormer-window
+that projected from the roof; there, sure enough, sat Major Starnes, a
+son of the rebel general, in his shirt-tail, breeches and boots in
+hand, afraid to stir. It was a bitter cold night, and the poor fellow
+shook like an aspen leaf. He presented at once a pitiable yet
+ludicrous aspect. After collecting some twenty or thirty horses, they
+returned to their head-quarters, this side of the river. At night, not
+relishing the thought of sleeping on a rail, I had the good fortune of
+sharing a bed with Lieutenant Stevenson, who commanded the battery.
+
+As we anticipated, an early "_reveille of musketry_" awoke the party,
+and mounting my sorrel Rosenante, I proceeded to investigate "why we
+do these things," or to learn what the _quarrel is all about_.
+Crossing the river, I caught up with Major Tracy just as he was
+returning from his expedition to General Starnes's house. It was about
+eight o'clock as we came in sight of College Grove, a little village
+about a mile beyond Harpeth River. Here we turned toward Triune, and
+had left College Grove half a mile to the rear, when we heard the
+rebels firing upon a few stragglers of the Tennessee Cavalry. Major
+Tracy promptly countermarched his battalion, which was in the rear,
+and double-quicked back to the school-house at the town, and within a
+hundred yards of the rebel cavalry, who were drawn up in a line, in
+the front and rear of some houses, on the right of the road. The
+Major, seeing they outnumbered him two to one, halted, and sent word
+back to Major Burkhardt to reinforce. He then formed a line of battle
+across the road, awaiting the other battalion. Just as it arrived,
+Major Tracy thought he saw signs of wavering in the rebel line, and
+immediately ordered Squadron E to "Forward, by platoons! Double-quick!
+Charge!" and galloping to the front, along with Lieutenant Thurman,
+away they go. The rebels waver, break, and now comes the chase. The
+Major gains upon their rear, and brings rebel No. 1 to the dust, by
+the aid of a Smith & Wesson revolver. The Major, now wild with
+excitement, threw his cap in the air, and, hallooing for the boys to
+follow, continued the chase. The race was fully a three-mile heat, in
+which we captured fifty-nine rebels. Thirteen were _wounded by the
+saber_, four very severely. There were not more than fifteen or twenty
+of our men close on their rear at one time, and as the rebels turned
+out on the road-side to surrender, the Tennessee boys never stopped to
+make sure of them, but yelled to them to drop their guns and dismount,
+and if they stirred before they returned, they would murder them.
+After going as far as the few thought it safe, they returned to camp,
+bringing the prisoners, horses, and various implements of warfare,
+"sich" as fine English shotguns and the like.
+
+This was certainly one of the most gallant affairs of the season, and
+may be considered among the most successful charges of the war; for,
+while not a man of ours was injured, fifty-nine rebels were taken, and
+I saw more saber cuts that day than any time since I have been with
+the army.
+
+At noon, General Steadman arrived with the 35th and 9th Ohio, together
+with another section of battery, under Lieutenant Smith, commanding
+Company I, 4th Regular Artillery, and the whole brigade moved at once
+across the river, and marched out in search of the enemy. We soon came
+upon their picket-fires, the pickets having skedaddled. We rested for
+the night at Riggs's Cross-roads, and continued the march in the
+morning. By nine o'clock we met the rebels, drawn up in line of
+battle, about a mile north of Chapel Hill. The Tennessee Cavalry were
+in the advance; General Steadman and staff occupied the crest of a
+hill, in full view of the rebels, and where we all could see the
+movements of the butternuts; the 9th Ohio arriving, was immediately
+deployed to the right, the 2d Minnesota and 35th Ohio and 87th Indiana
+to the left, the battery taking the center. The rebels, consisting of
+two thousand five hundred of Van Dorn's forces, ran helter skelter
+through Chapel Hill, and turned to the left--the Tennessee Cavalry
+again proving their valor by sabering half a dozen of the 7th
+Alabamians. The rebels, as they retreated across Spring Creek, formed
+a line, and gave us a brisk little brush; but our men steadily
+advanced, driving them back, and, crossing the creek, were in their
+late camp. We skirmished and drove them some three miles beyond the
+river, and found we were within one mile of Duck River, eleven miles
+within and beyond their line. Not knowing what forces might come to
+their aid, the General did not further pursue them; but, on returning,
+we destroyed their camp, setting fire to all the houses and large
+sheds they had been using for shelter. A church, among the rest, was
+destroyed, as it had been used by rebel officers for head-quarters. On
+the return, a great many colored men, women, and children begged to be
+allowed to come with us.
+
+To-day, (the 8th,) Sabbath devotions were disturbed by General
+Steadman ordering the 35th Ohio and a section of battery, under
+Lieutenant Rodney, of the 4th Artillery, to feel the rebels at
+Harpeth; so again I thought I might catch an item, and went to the
+front. The impudent scamps had crossed, and were within four miles of
+our camp. The Tennessee Cavalry drove them back across the river. The
+rebels occupied a hill on the opposite side, adjoining the residence
+of Doctor Webb. After several little brushes by cavalry, our artillery
+opened upon the line formed by two thousand six hundred rebels, under
+Patterson and Roddy, of Van Dorn's division, who were supported by two
+regiments of infantry. They stood but two rounds from the Napoleons,
+before moving off in disorder. Our line advanced, when, much to our
+astonishment, the rebels opened up a battery from in front of Doctor
+Webb's house, which was sharply replied to by Lieutenant Rodney, who
+sent his compliments to the "gay and festive cusses," inclosed in a
+twelve-pounder, and directed to Doctor Webb's house; it was safely
+_delivered_, as we saw it _enter the house_. Again their four-pounder
+belched forth, and one of their shots fell directly in front of the
+35th Ohio ambulance, but luckily it did not burst. After holding our
+position four hours, and driving the rebels back to their dens, we
+returned to camp.
+
+
+COLONEL MOODY AND THE 74th OHIO.
+
+In the fight at Murfreesboro, General Rosecrans said the 74th Ohio
+behaved nobly. After General McCook's right had been turned, the whole
+rebel force came against General Negley's division, to which this
+regiment belongs. After the 37th Indiana had retired, it being
+terribly cut up, the 74th was ordered to take its place amid such a
+shower of shot and shell as has scarcely fallen during the war.
+
+This regiment did not leave its position until an order came from
+Colonel Miller, commanding the brigade; then, slowly and stubbornly,
+it came from that well-fought field, leaving many of its members, "who
+never shall fight again," dead upon it. On the Friday following that
+bloody Wednesday, they were "in at the death," in the triumphant
+charge of our left. Its commander, Colonel Moody, is "the fighting
+Parson" of the Cumberland Army. Calmly and steadily he led his men
+into the seven-times heated furnace of battle, and,
+
+ "As the battle din,
+  Came rolling in,
+
+his voice of cheer and encouragement was heard above its roar. Just
+before they came into the whizzing storm, he said: "Say your prayers,
+my boys, and give them your bullets as fast as you can." A conspicuous
+mark, he was struck by balls in three places, and his horse shot from
+under him; but he took no notice of the hits. Once, during the
+thickest of the fight, he rode along the line, and was cheered by his
+men even in the roar of battle.
+
+Side by side with Colonel Moody rode, during both battles, the gallant
+Major Bell, the new field-officer of this regiment. Ohio's 74th is
+justly proud that she has the experience of a gray-headed Colonel
+united with the "dash" of a young Major. This regiment has won for
+itself a place among the "crack" regiments of our army; and General
+Rosecrans told it to-day that he would have to call it "the fighting
+regiment."
+
+
+COLONEL MOODY ON THE BATTLE-FIELD.
+
+The Ohio _Statesman_, speaking of Colonel Moody at the late battle at
+Murfreesboro, has the following:
+
+"Colonel Moody has been so long accustomed to 'charge home' upon the
+rebellious 'hosts of sin,' from the pulpit, that he finds himself in
+no uncongenial position in charging bayonet upon the rebellious hosts
+of Davis and the Devil upon the battle-field. And, as in the former
+position he ever acquitted himself right valiantly, so, in this
+latter position, he is equally heroic and unconquerable.
+
+"His escape from death in the late fight was so wonderful as to seem
+clearly Providential. His friends and members of his church in
+Cincinnati had presented him with a pair of handsome revolvers. One of
+these he wore in the breast of his coat during the fight. A
+partially-spent Minie-ball had struck him on the breast, pierced his
+coat, and, striking the butt of his pistol, splintered it to pieces
+directly over his heart, _but went no further_. The stroke was so
+violent as to hurl him from his horse by the concussion, and he lay,
+for a moment, insensible. Consciousness soon returned, and, mounting
+his horse, he raged on through the battle like an enraged lion. He won
+the most hearty congratulations from General Rosecrans himself. So
+much for having one's life saved by a _bosom_ friend."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVI.
+
+     A Wedding in the Army -- A Bill of Fare in Camp -- Dishonest
+     Female Reb -- Private Cupp -- To the 13th Ohio.
+
+
+A WEDDING IN THE ARMY,
+
+And, as it is from the pen of the worthy Chaplain, J. H. Lozier, it is
+perfectly reliable.
+
+About as pleasant and romantic a wedding as anybody ever saw, lately
+took place in this department. Immediately after the battle, a soldier
+of the 15th Indiana took sick, from exposure in the fight, and was
+taken to Hospital No. 5. Among the attendants there was a pretty
+little "Yankee girl," whose charms occasioned an affliction of the
+heart which baffled the skill of all the doctors, and they were
+compelled to call for the services of the chaplain.
+
+[Illustration: Debate between Slabsides and Garrotte. See page 303.]
+
+There are obstructions in "the course of true love," even in
+Tennessee, and one of these was the difficulty of procuring "the
+papers," as there was no clerk's office in the county, or, at least,
+no clerk to attend to the office. Again were the resources of the
+General commanding brought into requisition, and again did he prove
+himself "equal to the emergency." The following document, authorized
+by General Rosecrans, dictated by General Garfield, and promulgated by
+Major Wiles, shows how men get licenses to marry in those counties
+in this department where martial law alone exists:
+
+
+  State of Tennessee,
+  Rutherford County.     _Greeting_:
+
+     _To any person empowered by law to perform marriage in
+     Tennessee:_
+
+     You are hereby authorized to join together in marriage
+     Joseph A. Hamilton and Francillia L. Bean, and this shall be
+     your authority for so doing.
+
+     Witness my hand and official seal of the
+     Provost-Marshal-General, Department of the Cumberland.
+
+                                        WILLIAM M. WILES,
+                      Major 44th Indiana, and Provost-Marshal-General,
+                              Department of the Cumberland.
+
+[Illustration: Seal]
+
+
+  State of Tennessee,
+  Rutherford County.
+
+     Be it remembered that, on this 12th day of May, A. D. 1863,
+     personally appeared before me, Major William M. Wiles,
+     Provost-Marshal-General, Department of the Cumberland, one
+     W. T. Mendenhall, Assistant Surgeon of Hospital No. 5, of
+     lawful age, who, being duly sworn, on oath says that he is
+     acquainted with Joseph A. Hamilton and Francillia L. Bean;
+     that said parties are of legal age to marry, without the
+     consent of their parents or guardians, and that he knows of
+     no lawful reason why said parties should not marry.
+
+          [Signed]                      W. T. MENDENHALL.
+             Subscribed and sworn to this 12th day of May, A. D. 1863.
+
+                                        WILLIAM M. WILES,
+                                    Major and Provost-Marshal-General,
+                                    Department of the Cumberland.
+
+[Illustration: Seal]
+
+
+Now, therefore, I, William M. Wiles, Major of 44th Indiana Volunteers,
+and Provost-Marshal-General, Department of the Cumberland, in
+consideration of the fact that this county has been placed under
+military law, and civil courts and laws, with their officers, are not
+in existence, do empower John Hogarth Lozier, a regularly ordained
+minister of the Methodist Episcopal Church, and Chaplain of the 37th
+Regiment of Indiana Volunteers, to join in _Holy Matrimony_ the
+above-named parties, and this shall be his full and proper authority
+for so doing.
+
+Given this 12th day of May, A. D., 1863. Witness my hand and seal, the
+day and year above mentioned,
+
+                                        W. M. WILES,
+                                    Major and Provost-Marshal-General,
+                                    Department of the Cumberland.
+
+[Illustration: Seal L. S.]
+
+
+Accordingly the happy pair, together with a large concourse of
+officers and soldiers, and a delightful sprinkling of pretty Northern
+belles, met on the battle-field, in a grove on the banks of Stone
+River, on the precise spot where the bridegroom, with his regiment,
+the noble 15th Indiana, fought on the memorable 31st of December. A
+large, flat rock stood up prominently, and upon this the bride and
+groom, with their attendants, and the chaplain, took their position,
+while an eager throng gathered around to witness the interesting
+ceremony. After announcing the "license," as above given, the chaplain
+asked the usual questions as to "objections." There was a moment's
+silence, in which, if any man had dared to object, he would have done
+so at the peril of an immediate "plunging bath" in Stone River, for
+the boys were determined to see the ceremony completed. The chaplain
+then proceeded, in solemn and impressive tones, to perform the
+ceremony, at the conclusion of which they dropped upon their knees,
+and a solemn invocation being uttered, they arose, and having
+pronounced them husband and wife, he introduced them to the audience.
+Then followed a rare scene of unrestrained social enjoyment. The
+mingling of shoulder-straps with plain "high-privates," and of "stars"
+with "stripes," was truly refreshing. We observed three
+Major-Generals, McCook, Crittenden, and Johnson, besides any amount of
+"lesser lights," among the crowd.
+
+I see, by a late Chattanooga _Rebel_, that the editor of that
+"delectable sheet" is in grief because he has been told that Miss
+Fannie Jorden, who resides near our camp, is about to marry Captain
+Kirk, of General Steadman's staff. The _Rebel_ says: "We are sorry to
+hear that the niece of the gallant Colonel Rayne has so far forgotten
+herself as to engage to marry one of the 'Lincoln horde.'"
+
+We have had the pleasure of meeting Miss Fannie upon several
+occasions. She is a very nice young lady, and is not aware of any such
+engagement. Captain Kirk is pretty good-looking; but, we rather guess
+he is not on the right side of Jorden this time. If the young lady
+marries, 'tis more likely she will emigrate to Minnesota than Ohio. We
+sincerely hope our neighbor of the _Rebel_ will not have cause to
+"come to grief." He had better mind his own business, and let the
+soldiers here attend to the "Union" unmolested.
+
+A strange family feud, quite "Corsican" in its character, came to
+light some time ago, while we were at Cunningham's Ford.
+
+There were two families, Bently by name, residing there. These
+brothers had not spoken to each other for forty years. They nor their
+families have had any intercourse whatever; never recognizing each
+other, though they had resided side by side, farms adjoining. One
+could not go to church, or meeting of any kind, or to town, without
+passing his brother. While we were there, the elder brother died, and
+he was buried by his children. The other family knew nothing of it,
+until told by our soldiers. The cause of the estrangement was, that,
+in dividing the land left them, more than forty years ago, one claimed
+the line was drawn some ten feet too far south, thus losing to the
+other about six acres of ground, the value, at that time, being about
+twenty-five cents per acre. This feud is now an inheritance, we
+suppose, to be handed down forever. Can't you send out a missionary?
+
+Those who can afford it are now enjoying in camp all the luxuries of
+the season. I received an invitation to dine out yesterday. The
+following bill of fare was partaken of in a beautiful arbor:
+
+
+     BILL OF FARE.
+
+                  Mock Turtle Soup.
+
+  Turkey.                   Roast Beef.
+  Ham and Eggs.             Roast Mutton, with Currant Jelly.
+  Radishes. Lettuce.        Onions and Potatoes.
+  Custard. Lemon Pies.      Pound Cake. Jellies.
+
+  The whole concluding with elegant "Mint Juleps," with straws
+  in them.
+
+
+In the 1st Brigade, under Colonel Connell, each company has a large
+brick cooking-range erected, and their system is really worthy of
+emulation. This entire division is supplied with fine fresh bread
+every day. The division baker has three Cincinnati bake-ovens, from
+which he turns out from three to five hundred loaves a day, besides
+pies innumerable. It is under the foremanship of Mr. John Wakely, a
+well-known Cincinnati baker. This arrangement is a great saving to the
+Government in the way of transportation, etc.
+
+I heard a first-rate story, which, although it did not occur in this
+division, is too good to lose. A private soldier, named Cupp, who is
+a German, belonging to the 1st Missouri Cavalry, and now one of the
+body-guard of General Granger, was out to the front a few days ago,
+and seeing a "stray rebel," "made for him." The chase commenced--away
+went Mr. Reb and Cupp. Having the fleetest horse, Cupp gained upon him
+rapidly, crying, "Halt! halt! halt!" every leap his horse would make.
+But the rebel, bent on getting away, heeded not the call. At length
+the Dutchman reached his rear, and, swinging his saber heavily over
+his head, charged the rebel, and brought him to a "_dead stand_."
+
+"Ah ha!" said the now excited Cupp, "how you vass all de viles? D----n
+you, anoder time I hollers halt I speck you stop a leetle, unt not try
+to fool mit me so long, you d----d rebel."
+
+
+DISHONEST FEMALE REB.
+
+A rebel sympathizer and his wife, a cross-eyed specimen of the _genus
+homo_, came within our lines and delivered themselves up, to be where
+they could get something to eat. Captain Parshall, of the 35th Ohio,
+being Provost-Marshal of Triune, and supposing them honest refugees,
+endeavored to secure comfortable quarters for the woman at the house
+of Dr. Williams. Dr. Williams is a stanch Union man, and willing to do
+all in his power for suffering humanity. The Doctor told the Captain
+that the lady was welcome, but that his wife was away from home.
+
+Captain Parshall had kindly provided quarters for the husband who, as
+he was about going, gazed cautiously around, and eyed the Doctor from
+head to foot, then looked at the woman with an "affectionate" stare,
+and, with a long-drawn sigh, exclaimed:
+
+"Well, Doctor, I guess I'll risk her with you."
+
+In about an hour the Captain was startled with the sudden appearance
+of Doctor Williams, much excited, who begged that he would have that
+woman taken away, right off, as she was a thief.
+
+The Captain went over immediately, and interrogated the woman, but she
+stoutly denied the charge. The Captain, however, noticed a very heavy
+bust where a bust shouldn't be with so hatchet-faced a woman, and
+asked her what she had in her bosom.
+
+She replied, that was common with her "every grass;" but the Captain
+"couldn't see it," and indelicately placed his masculine fingers
+within the sacred precincts, and drew forth two children's dresses,
+one from each side; finding she was fairly caught, she begged for
+mercy; said she didn't know what "possessed her," and declared that
+was all she had. The Captain told her he would have to hang her if she
+didn't deliver up every thing. She became frightened, and then
+commenced the peeling of petticoats, shawls, chemises, pillow-slips,
+etc., much to the amusement and contempt of all honest people.
+
+Suffice it to say, the woman, with her husband, was sent back to
+Dixie, to feed upon corn-bread and water, as the Union people of this
+neighborhood didn't wish to be contaminated by such trash.
+
+The Doctor's wife has since returned. She told me the story, and
+declares she won't leave the Doctor to keep house any more, as she
+won't trust him alone.
+
+
+TO THE THIRTEENTH OHIO.
+
+By Martha M. THOMAS.
+
+  Our Fathers House is threatened, boys!
+    The Union, grand and free,
+  Has warmed an adder in its heart
+    That saps its great roof-tree.
+  We've sworn to hold it pure, boys--
+    A first love's holy shrine;
+  A home for all the homeless, boys,
+    For "auld lang syne."
+
+  Its foemen are our brothers, boys;
+    But still we must not falter;
+  Though dear to us those who offend,
+    They must die by lead or halter.
+  Our Father's House is ours in trust,
+    From Washington's own line;
+  The Union knows no Pleiad lost
+    For "auld lang syne."
+
+  The rafters of the old house, boys,
+    Must never know pollution;
+  Its cement was our father's blood,
+    Its roof the Constitution;
+  And though, like prodigals astray,
+    Its sons eat husks with swine,
+  And feel the rod, we'll kill the calf,
+    For "auld lang syne."
+
+  Then let the bugle sound, my boys
+    And forward to the strife;
+  We'll thrash our rebel brothers well,
+    E'en though it cost our life.
+  And when we've whipped them into grace
+    And made each dim star shine,
+  We'll open wide our Father's door,
+    For "auld lang syne."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVII.
+
+     The Oath -- A Conservative Darkey's Opinion of Yankees --
+     Visit to the Graves of Ohio and Indiana Boys -- Trip from
+     Murfreesboro to Louisville -- Nashville Convalescents -- A
+     Death in the Hospital -- Henry Lovie Captured.
+
+
+THE OATH.
+
+By Thomas BUCHANAN READ.
+
+  HAMLET--Swear on my sword.
+
+  GHOST (below)--_Swear!_--[_Shakspeare._
+
+  Ye freemen, how long will ye stifle
+    The vengeance that justice inspires?
+  With treason how long will you trifle,
+    And shame the proud name of your sires?
+  Out, out with the sword and the rifle,
+    In defense of your homes and your fires.
+  The flag of the old Revolution
+    Swear firmly to serve and uphold,
+  That no treasonous breath of pollution
+    Shall tarnish one star on its fold.
+            Swear!
+  And hark, the deep voices replying
+  From graves where your fathers are lying,
+       "_Swear, O, swear!_"
+
+  In this moment who hesitates, barters
+    The rights which his forefathers won,
+  He forfeits all claim to the charters
+    Transmitted from sire to son.
+  Kneel, kneel at the graves of our martyrs,
+    And swear on your sword and your gun:
+  Lay up your great oath on an altar
+    As huge and as strong as Stonehenge,
+  And then with sword, fire, and halter,
+    Sweep down to the field of revenge.
+            Swear!
+  And hark, the deep voices replying
+  From graves where your fathers are lying,
+          "_Swear, O, swear!_"
+
+  By the tombs of your sires and brothers,
+    The host which the traitors have slain;
+  By the tears of your sisters and mothers,
+    In secret concealing their pain
+  The grief which the heroine smothers,
+    Consuming the heart and the brain
+  By the sigh of the penniless widow,
+    By the sob of her orphans' despair,
+  Where they sit in their sorrowful shadow,
+    Kneel, kneel, every freeman, and swear;
+            Swear!
+  And hark, the deep voices replying
+  From graves where your fathers are lying,
+          "_Swear, O, swear!_"
+
+  On mounds which are wet with the weeping
+    Where a nation has bowed to the sod,
+  Where the noblest of martyrs are sleeping,
+    Let the winds bear your vengeance abroad,
+  And your firm oaths be held in the keeping
+    Of your patriot hearts and your God.
+  Over Ellsworth, for whom the first tear rose,
+    While to Baker and Lyon you look;
+  By Winthrop, a star among heroes,
+    By the blood of our murdered McCook,
+            Swear!
+  And hark, the deep voices replying
+  From graves where your fathers are lying,
+          "_Swear, O, swear!_"
+
+
+A CONSERVATIVE DARKEY'S OPINION OF YANKEES.
+
+There was a large Union meeting in Nashville, and an old house-servant
+of one of the most aristocratic rebel families, who hates
+"Lincolnites" and "poor white trash" as heartily as Jeff Davis does,
+was walking slowly along the square as the grand procession was
+forming. Soldiers were moving about in great numbers, the cavalry
+galloping to and fro, regiments were forming to the sound of lively
+music, citizens and visitors thronged the sidewalks, children ran
+about with banners, and thousands of flags fluttered like fragments of
+rainbows, from the various buildings. The conservative contraband
+paced slowly along, rolling his distended eyes in all directions,
+apparently overwhelmed by the exhibition and bustle around him.
+Approaching our friend, he exclaimed:
+
+"My God! what are we Southern folks coming to? Massa said, a year ago,
+dat de Yankees done gone away forever. Now dey is swarmin' about
+thicker dan locusses. Dey runs dere boats on our ribber; dey is
+pressin' all our niggers; dey lib in our houses; dey drivin' our
+wagons, and ringin' our bells; dey 'fisticatin' our property; dey
+eatin' up our meat and corn; dey done killed up mose all of our men;
+and, 'fore God, I spec dey are gwine to marry all our widders!"
+
+And, heaving a deep groan from the bottom of his continental
+waistcoat, he shook his head in sadness, and passed slowly onward, to
+the joyful chimes of the church-bells and the soul-stirring strains of
+"Yankee Doodle."
+
+
+VISIT TO THE GRAVES OF OHIO AND INDIANA BOYS.
+
+Traversing the field of battle, near Murfreesboro, a few days after
+the rebel defeat, I could but contrast, in my mind, the terrible quiet
+with the terrific din and roar of battle of which it was the late
+scene.
+
+The _debris_ of battle is strewn for miles and miles. Thousands upon
+thousands of cannon-balls and shell lie upon the field. The woods
+present the appearance of having been visited by a tornado, and here
+and there a pool of blood marks the place where some devoted hero has
+rendered up his life.
+
+The heavy cedar wood is nearly three miles from Murfreesboro, to the
+right of the pike, going south. The rocks bear evidence of the
+struggle, for thousands of bullet and shell traces may be seen. The
+smaller branches of trees are cut as if a severe hail-storm had
+visited the spot. Let us dismount and read the names of those soldiers
+who fell here. They have been given a soldier's funeral. Ah! the names
+here denote this as a part of the gallant Rousseau's division; for on
+rough pieces of board we read: W. McCartin, Hamilton, Ohio, Company F,
+3d Ohio; F. Burley, Hamilton; John Motram, Company I, Cardington,
+Ohio; H. K. Bennett, Company A, 3d Ohio; M. Neer, Company D, 3d Ohio.
+And close beside, a brother Indiana soldier sleeps--Joseph Guest, 42d
+Indiana.
+
+Just across the pike, on the left going south, is the grave of A.
+Hardy, 6th Ohio; and opposite this is the spot where Lieutenant
+Foster, of the noble 6th, yielded up his life, and was buried. Close
+by is a log house, perforated with shot and shell. Here some of our
+wounded sought shelter during the storm of iron hail, but were
+mercilessly driven out by the shot poured into their intended refuge.
+To the left of this house are numerous graves. Among them, Francis
+Kiggins, Company K, H. Borrien, Company H, W. Keller, Company H, all
+of the 24th Ohio; Alf Goodman, 58th Indiana; Noah Miller, 58th
+Indiana; E. D. Tuttles, Company B, C. McElvain, Company A, Levi
+Colwright, James Wright, C. A. McDowell, Company K; J. B. Naylor, H.
+Lockmeyer, A. B. Endicott, Company A; J. Cunningham, E. Skito, J.
+Reavis, H. Cure, Company D, all of the 58th Indiana.
+
+Near this the 26th Ohio lost John Tagg, John Karn, F. Singer, and
+Charles Bartholomew; Mark E. Rakes, of the 88th Indiana, and George
+Kumler and William Ogg, of the 93d Ohio, are buried here, together
+with John Van Waggoner and Lieutenant Black, of the 58th Indiana. And
+still further to the left, along the Chattanooga Railroad, are the
+remains of Elias M. Scott, 82d Indiana; near this, but across the
+road, on the skirt of a wood, are Sergeants Potter and Puttenry, of
+the 24th Ohio, Henry Allen, of the 65th Ohio, and Frank Nitty, of the
+58th Indiana. Continuing our course to the left, just crossing a
+dirt-road leading toward Murfreesboro, upon a little knoll, are the
+ruins of a once handsome mansion. Behind an upright Southern
+timber-fence, just back of the still-standing negro-quarters, there is
+a beautiful cluster of prairie-roses in full leaf. The waving
+branches, as they bend to the right, cover the graves of three
+Cincinnati boys, two of whom I knew intimately. Go ask their comrades,
+and they will bear willing evidence to the chivalrous bearing of the
+two noble youths, Ally Rockenfield and little Dave Medary. Beside
+them is the grave of W. S. Shaw, whom I did not know personally. I am
+told he died while bravely doing his whole duty. The branches of the
+same friendly rose-bush, bending to the left, cover the graves of
+Captain Weller, Lieutenant Harmon, and Major Terry; all of the 24th
+Ohio, forming a beautiful emblem of the unity of those two splendid
+regiments, the 6th and 24th. Continuing still further to the left, we
+cross Stone River, where our forces did such good fighting under
+Crittenden. Just after crossing this stream, upon the first knoll,
+beneath a large oak, are the remains of Sergeant Jacob McGillen, of
+Hamilton. He belonged to the 69th Ohio. An incident in regard to this
+noble youth was told me by a gentleman who knew him well. When that
+noble man, William Beckett, of Hamilton, was doing all in his power to
+assist in raising the 69th Regiment, a number of the "_Southern
+Rights_" sympathizers tried to dissuade McGillen from joining--bidding
+him to hold off until substitutes were called for, and then, if he
+would go, they would buy him. He, however, spurned their base offers,
+and enlisted; and, when crossing the river amid the leaden hail, he
+received a bullet in his arm; he hastily tied up the wound, and,
+though weakened from loss of blood, rejoined his command, and the
+second ball piercing his breast, he fell. Nearly opposite his resting
+place lies Captain Chandler, of the 19th Illinois.
+
+I have been told, by those high in command, that more _individual
+prowess_ was manifested upon this battle-field than any during the
+war. There were more hand-to-hand encounters, more desperate
+fighting--men selling their lives as dearly as possible. As to their
+General, there is but one acclamation: General Rosecrans has endeared
+himself to the whole army; they love him as a child should love its
+father; and all are satisfied that, had it not been for the surprise
+upon the right, and Johnson's defeat, the battle would have ended with
+the total annihilation of the Southern army.
+
+
+NASHVILLE CONVALESCENTS--A DEATH IN THE HOSPITAL.
+
+On my way back to Nashville I called at the different hospitals, and
+saw quite a number of the wounded. The surgeons were doing all they
+could toward sending them home. Doctor Ames and Doctor Stevens, of the
+6th Ohio, in fact, all the surgeons seemed assiduous in their
+attentions to the wounded. As a matter of course, many thought they
+were neglected; but there were so many to be attended to.
+
+I met Major Frank Cahill. He told me he had six thousand convalescents
+under his charge at Nashville.
+
+General Mitchell was kept very busy, although but few passes were
+given to any going South; but Lieutenant Osgood, his chief business
+man, was up night and day, ready, at all times, to expedite those
+going in search of the wounded Union soldiers. Lieutenant Osgood
+certainly did more business in one day than many men, who are called
+fast, could do in a week. To know that he did his duty, I will state
+that Secessionists hated him, and Union men spoke in high terms of
+him.
+
+A young lad, who had been sick for a long time, died; his name was
+William Stokes, and his home was near Dayton, Ohio. The boy had been
+honorably discharged, but there were no blanks, and _red tape_
+forbids a surgeon, no matter how high his position, to grant the final
+discharge without the blank forms. For five weeks this poor home-sick
+boy, only eighteen years of age, worried along, continually speaking
+of his mother and home; but the inexorable law kept him there to die.
+
+
+HENRY LOVIE CAPTURED.
+
+At Bowling Green I met Henry Lovie, the artist; he had been grossly
+abused by a party of a dozen butternuts, at a little town called
+"Cromwell," (what's in a name?) They accused him of being a
+nigger-thief--a d----d Abolitionist, and were sworn to hang him. His
+servant, however, happened to have his free papers, and Lovie,
+exhibiting to them passes from McClellan, Rosecrans, and other "high
+old names," they were disposed to cave a little. "Our traveling
+artist" for Frank Leslie took a horse for self and one for servant,
+riding twenty-eight miles, fearing the butternuts might receive
+reinforcements, and reached Bowling Green by early dawn, through mud,
+slush, snow, and rain. Lovie wants to enlist a company to go and take
+"Cromwell," and requested me to see Tom Jones & Co. in regard to the
+matter.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXVIII.
+
+     General Steadman Superseded by General Schofield, of
+     Missouri -- Colonel Brownlow's Regiment -- His Bravery -- A
+     Rebel Officer Killed by a Woman -- Discontent in East
+     Tennessee -- Picket Duty and its Dangers -- A Gallant Deed
+     and a Chivalrous Return.
+
+
+                    Camp near Triune, Tennessee, _April 24, 1862_.
+
+I arrived in camp day before yesterday, and immediately reported for
+duty.
+
+Last night General Schofield took command of this division, General
+Steadman having been assigned to the Second Brigade. General Schofield
+comes to us with the highest recommendations for gallant daring, and
+his appearance among the boys was the signal for a neat ovation. He
+was serenaded by a crowd of singers, and, upon the conclusion of a
+patriotic song, he came to the front of his head-quarters and made a
+telling speech, which was enthusiastically received by his command.
+General Steadman being called for responded, regretting to part with
+his old command, but rejoicing that he had been superseded by a
+gentleman and a soldier so worthy of the position that had been
+assigned him. General Steadman assured the General that he had as fine
+a set of soldiers as were to be found in the Army of the Cumberland;
+men who had been tried and never found wanting; men whom he assured
+General Schofield would go wherever ordered, and against any foe.
+After the adjournment of the public demonstration, the two generals,
+with their staffs, were handsomely entertained by Captain Roper, where
+song, sentiment, and recitation were the order of the evening--Colonel
+George, Colonel Vandeveer, Colonel Long, and other notables being
+among the guests.
+
+While thus enjoying ourselves, the General received a telegraphic
+dispatch from head-quarters, announcing the capture of McMinnville by
+our forces.
+
+The command of the Third Division, we feel confident, is in vigilant
+hands. Brigadier-General Schofield has heretofore proved his
+efficiency in Missouri. His staff consists of Major J. A. Campbell, A.
+A. S.; W. M. Wherry, Aid-de-camp; A. H. Engle, Aid-de-camp and Judge
+Advocate; Captain Kirk, Quarter-master; Captain Roper, Commissary;
+Captain Budd, Inspector of Division, and Doctor Gordon, Medical
+Director.
+
+The East Tennessee Cavalry still continue to prove their gallantry. I
+spent a pleasant afternoon with them yesterday, and paid a visit to
+their hospital. I saw six of the noble fellows who were wounded in a
+late fight. About ten days ago, Colonel Brownlow, a regular "chip of
+the old block," took a part of the regiment out some twelve miles from
+camp, toward Duck River, and, coming upon a large party of secesh,
+gave them a "taste of his quality." A short time after, the Colonel,
+with nine of his men, became detached from the main body, and found
+themselves completely surrounded by the rebels, and were within thirty
+yards of the foe, who ordered the Colonel to surrender. A moment's
+parley with his men, and the Colonel, with the boys, rode toward the
+rebels, and, with a few adjectives, quite _unparliamentary_ to ears
+polite, much to their surprise, dashed through their line. This
+audacity saved them; for, before they had time to recover from their
+surprise, Brownlow and his men were beyond their reach. I was told, by
+one of the prisoners, that, at one time, twenty rebels were firing at
+that "little cuss in the blue jacket," as they called the Colonel,
+during the day's performance. Several splendid charges were made by
+these Tennesseeans.
+
+James Mysinger, of Company I, from Green County, after being mortally
+wounded--the noble fellow--fired three shots. The Colonel dismounted
+to assist the dying soldier, who, with tears in his eyes, said:
+
+"Colonel, I've only one regret--that I am not spared to kill more of
+those wretched traitors. Tell me, Colonel," continued he, "have I not
+always obeyed orders?"
+
+"Yes, Mysinger, you are a noble fellow, and have always done your
+duty," said the Colonel, patting him on the cheek, and brushing the
+cold sweat from his brow.
+
+"Now, Colonel," said he, "I am ready to die."
+
+Oliver Miller, Company C, received a severe wound in the arm. He is
+only seventeen years of age. John Harris received three balls. Robert
+Adair was wounded in the head. William Riddle was completely
+_riddled_, receiving one ball and four buck-shot. David Berry had his
+thigh broken, jumping from his horse. Berry's father was murdered by
+rebels at Cumberland Gap. His head was placed upon a block and cut
+off, by order of Colonel Brazzleton, of the 1st East Tennessee rebel
+cavalry. Nearly all these men have not only their country's wrongs to
+avenge, but the wrongs heaped upon their fathers, mothers, and
+sisters. I spent an hour in conversation with these wounded men, and
+all were laughing and talking in the best of spirits. Such men are
+invincible.
+
+A brother of Colonel Brownlow, who is now on a visit to this camp,
+informs me that he had it from the most reliable source, that the
+rebels in and around Knoxville were actually suffering for food. An
+order was issued by the rebel commander at Knoxville, a few days
+since, to seize all the hams, sides, and bacon belonging to private
+parties, leaving only fifty pounds for each family. A Mrs. Tillery, of
+Knox County, residing twelve miles from Knoxville, when her house was
+visited for the purpose of being pillaged, in the fulfillment of this
+order, expostulated with the lieutenant in command. She told him that
+fifty pounds would not keep her family two weeks, and she had no way
+of obtaining more. Notwithstanding her entreaties, the rebel
+lieutenant ordered fifty pounds to be weighed and given to her. He had
+scarcely given the order when Mrs. Tillery drew a pistol and shot the
+lieutenant through the heart. The rebel detail left the meat, and took
+off the corpse of their commander. The spirit of discontent is
+manifesting itself in various ways among even the most ultra rebels.
+They are getting tired of seeing their country devastated by the two
+armies, and are anxious for a settlement; and it only awaits the
+_daring of a few_ to inaugurate a "rebellion within a rebellion,"
+which, if once started, will spread like wild-fire.
+
+
+PICKET DUTY AND ITS DANGERS.
+
+Of all the duties of a soldier, outpost duty is the most trying and
+dangerous. Courage, caution, patience, sleepless vigilance, and iron
+nerve are essential to its due performance. Upon the picket-guards of
+an army rests an immense responsibility. They are the eyes and ears of
+the encamped or embattled host. Hence, if they are negligent or
+faithless, the thousands dependent upon their zeal and watchfulness
+for safety, might almost as well be blind and deaf. The bravest army,
+under such circumstances, is liable, like a strong man in his sleep,
+to be pounced upon and discomfited by an inferior foe. For this reason
+the laws of war declare that the punishment of a soldier found
+sleeping on his post shall be death.
+
+But although the peril and responsibility involved in picket duty are
+so great, the heroes who are selected for it rarely receive honorable
+mention in our military bulletins. Their collisions with the enemy are
+"skirmishes." The proportion of killed and wounded in these collisions
+may be double or triple what it was at Magenta or Solferino, but still
+they are mere "affairs of outposts." "Our pickets were driven in," or
+"The enemy's pickets were put to flight," and that is the end of it.
+Presently comes the news of a brilliant Union victory; and nobody
+pauses to consider that if our pickets had been asleep, or faithless,
+or cowardly, a Union _defeat_ might, nay _must_, have been the
+consequence.
+
+We forget what these men endure--their risks, their privations, their
+fatigues, their anxieties, _their battles with themselves_, when
+sleep--more insidious than even the lurking enemy in the bush--tugs at
+their heavy eyelids, and their overwearied senses are barely held to
+their allegiance by the strongest mental effort. The soldier who
+rushes to the charge at the command of his officer is animated by the
+shouts of his comrades, inspirited by the sounds of martial music, and
+full of the ardor and confidence which the consciousness of being
+intelligently led and loyally supported engenders. He sees his
+adversaries; he fights in an open field; his fate is to be decided by
+the ordinary chances of honorable war. Not so the picket-guard. He is
+surrounded by unseen dangers. The gleam of his bayonet may, at any
+moment, draw upon him the fire of some prowling assassin. If he hears
+a rustling among the leaves, and inquires, "Who goes there?" the
+answer may be a ball in his heart.
+
+
+A GALLANT DEED AND A CHIVALROUS RETURN.
+
+In the recent movement of Stoneman's Cavalry, the advance was led by
+Lieutenant Paine, of the 1st Maine Cavalry. Being separated, by a
+considerable distance, from the main body, he encountered,
+unexpectedly, a superior force of rebel cavalry, and his whole party
+were taken prisoners. They were hurried off as rapidly as possible to
+get them out of the way of our advancing force, and, in crossing a
+rapid and deep stream, Lieutenant Henry, commanding the rebel force,
+was swept off his horse. As none of his men seemed to think or care
+any thing about saving him, his prisoner, Lieutenant Paine, leaped off
+his horse, seized the drowning man by the collar, swam ashore with
+him, and saved his life, thus literally capturing the captor. Paine
+was sent to Richmond with the rest of the prisoners, and the facts
+being made known to General Fitz-Hugh Lee, he wrote a statement of
+them to General Winder, Provost-Marshal of Richmond, who ordered the
+instant release of Lieutenant Paine, without even parole, promise, or
+condition, and, we presume, with the compliments of the Confederacy.
+He arrived in Washington on Saturday last. This act of generosity, as
+well as justice, must command our highest admiration. There is some
+hope for men who can behave in such a manner.
+
+But the strangest part of the story is yet to come. Lieutenant Paine,
+on arriving in Washington, learned that the officer whose life he had
+thus gallantly saved had since been taken prisoner by our forces, and
+had just been confined in the Old Capitol prison. The last we heard of
+Paine he was on his way to General Martindale's head-quarters to
+obtain a pass to visit his imprisoned benefactor. Such are the
+vicissitudes of war. We could not help thinking, when we heard this
+story, of the profound observation of Mrs. Gamp: "Sich is life, vich
+likevays is the hend of hall things hearthly." We leave it to casuists
+to determine whether, when these two gallant soldiers meet on the
+battle-field, they should fight like enemies or embrace like
+Christians. For our part, we do not believe their swords will be any
+the less sharp, nor their zeal any the less determined, for this
+hap-hazard exchange of soldierly courtesy.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXIX.
+
+     An Incident at Holly Springs, Miss. -- The Raid of Van Dorn
+     -- Cincinnati Cotton-Dealers in Trouble -- Troubles of a
+     Reporter.
+
+
+AN INCIDENT AT HOLLY SPRINGS, MISS.--THE RAID OF VAN DORN.
+
+The amount of public and private property captured and destroyed by
+the enemy is estimated at something over six millions of dollars. He
+had considerable skirmishing with our troops, whose effective force
+Colonel R. C. Murphy, commandant of the post, says was less than three
+hundred. The Confederates lost ten or twelve in killed and wounded,
+and we six or seven wounded, none fatally. Colonel Murphy says he
+received information from Grant too late to make the necessary
+arrangements for the defense of the place. Though there were less than
+three hundred effective Union soldiers in town, all the civilians,
+tradesmen, speculators, and promiscuous hangers-on to the army were
+captured, swelling the number who gave their parole to about fifteen
+hundred. The raid, as you may imagine, delighted the residents of
+Holly Springs, who turned out _en masse_ to welcome their
+brief-lingering "deliverers," and were very active in pointing out the
+places where Northerners were boarding. Not a few of the precious
+citizens fired at our troops from the windows, and acted as
+contemptibly and dastardly as possible. The women, who had been rarely
+visible before, made their appearance, radiant, and supplied the rebel
+Yahoos with all manner of refreshments. "Good Union men," who had sold
+their cotton to the Yankees, shook the Treasury-notes in the faces of
+the Union prisoners, saying they had been paid for their property, and
+had the pleasure of burning it before the "d----d Abolition
+scoundrels' eyes."
+
+
+CINCINNATI COTTON-DEALERS IN TROUBLE.
+
+A number of cotton-buyers were robbed of whatever money they had on
+their persons, and some of them are said to have lost from five to ten
+thousand dollars apiece, which is, probably, an exaggerated statement.
+W. W. Cones, of Cincinnati, saved a large sum by an ingenious trick.
+He had twenty-eight thousand dollars on his person when the enemy
+entered the place, and immediately throwing off his citizen's garb, he
+attired himself in the cast-off gauntlets of a private soldier,
+entered the Magnolia House, employed as a hospital, and, throwing
+himself upon a bed, assumed to be exceedingly and helplessly sick,
+while the foe remained. As soon as the rebels had departed, he became
+suddenly and vigorously healthy, and walked into the street to
+denounce the traitors. He declared his eleven hours' sickness caused
+him less pain, and saved him more money than any illness he ever
+before endured. D. W. Fairchild, also of the Queen City, in addition
+to losing fifty bales of cotton, was robbed of his pocket-book,
+containing forty-five dollars, in the following manner: When
+captured, he was taken before General Jackson, popularly known as
+"Billy Jackson," considered a high representative of chivalry and
+soldiership in this benighted quarter of the globe. Jackson inquired
+of Fairchild, in a rough way, if he had any money with him? To which
+the party addressed answered, he had a trifling sum, barely sufficient
+to pay his expenses to the North. "Hand it over, you d----d nigger
+thief," roared the high-toned general, who, as soon as the
+porte-monnaie was produced, seized it, thrust it into his pocket, and
+rode off with a self-satisfied chuckle. What a noble specimen of
+chivalry is this Jackson! He has many kindred spirits in the South,
+where vulgar ruffians are apotheosized, who would, at an earlier time,
+have been sent to the pillory. "Sixteen-string Jack," and all that
+delectable fraternity, whose lives bloom so fragrantly in the pages of
+the saffron-hued literature of the day, would have spat in the faces
+of such fellows as Jackson, had they dared to claim the acquaintance
+of persons so much their superiors.
+
+When the rebels were playing the part of incendiaries in town, they
+set fire to the building containing a great quantity of our
+ammunition, shells, etc. The consequence was a tremendous explosion,
+which broke half the windows, and many of the frames, in town, rattled
+down ceilings, unsettled foundations, and spread general dismay. Women
+and children screamed, and rushed like maniacs into the streets, and
+fell fainting with terror there. For several hours the shells
+continued to burst, and, I have heard, two or three children were
+killed with fragments of the projectiles. Two days after, I saw
+families suffering from hysterics on account of excessive fright, and
+several seemed to have become quite crazed therefrom.
+
+
+TROUBLES OF A REPORTER.
+
+One morning, hearing that John Morgan was at Elizabethtown, Ky., I
+determined to go as near as possible, and find out the condition of
+things, and see the fight that was in expectancy. Proceeding as far as
+I could by rail, I hired a carriage and horses, hoping to reach
+Munfordville in time for a big item.
+
+I had proceeded some five miles when a party of eight men, whom I at
+once determined were guerrillas, rode hastily to the carriage, and
+demanded my credentials. I exhibited a free pass over the Ohio and
+Mississippi Railroad, four Provost-Marshal's passes, a permission to
+leave the State of Ohio, also one to leave Kentucky, and a ten-cent
+Nashville bill. I was afraid to show them my letter from General
+Starbuck, of the _Daily Times_.
+
+After looking at them awhile, they were passed round to the balance of
+the fiendish-looking rascals, and I was kept in terrible suspense ten
+minutes longer.
+
+I tried to get off several of my well-authenticated bad jokes, but I
+choked in the utterance, and my smile was no doubt a sardonic grin. I
+wiped the perspiration from my brow so frequently that one of the most
+intellectual of the "brutes" relieved the monotony of the occasion by
+observing that it was a very hot day, to which I acquiesced, feeling
+quite glad to have a guerrilla speak to a prisoner.
+
+The countryman who had driven me thus far was speechless. He thought
+of his carriage and horses, and visions of their being immediately
+possessed by Morgan or Forrest had rendered him powerless. After a few
+questions as to where we left the train, and as to the number of
+passengers on board, the citizen cavalry, or Union guards, as they
+proved to be, told us we might proceed, that we were all right, but to
+be very careful, as Forrest was reported near that region; they hardly
+thought it safe to attempt to get to Green River.
+
+This brewed fresh trouble to me, the owner of the horses and carriage
+refusing positively to proceed on the journey. In vain I expostulated,
+telling him I would pay for his horses out of the _sinking fund_ of
+the _Times_ office, in case of their loss. It was no go, and I was
+compelled to retreat. I felt very much like building some
+fortifications in the woods, and making a stand, but, remembering the
+saying, "Discretion is the better part of valor," retreated, and fell
+back upon the National Hotel, in Louisville, with all the luxuries
+prepared by Charley Metcalf, Major Harrow, and Colonel Myers.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXX.
+
+     A Reporter's Idea of Mules -- Letter from Kentucky --
+     Chaplain Gaddis Turns Fireman -- Gaddis and the Secesh
+     Grass-Widow.
+
+
+A REPORTER'S IDEA OF MULES.
+
+Junius Browne, describing a mule and his antics, says: "Now, be it
+known, I never had any faith in, though possessed of abundant
+commiseration for, a mule. I always sympathized with Sterne in his
+sentimental reverie over a dead ass, but for a living one, I could
+never elevate my feeling of pity either into love or admiration. The
+mule in question, however, seemed to be possessed of gentle and kindly
+qualifications. He appeared to have reached that degree of culture
+that disarms viciousness and softens stubbornness into tractability. I
+believed the sober-looking animal devoid of tricks peculiar to his
+kind, such as attempting to run up dead walls in cities, and climb
+trees in the country, mistaking himself for a perpetual motion, and
+trying to kick Time through the front window of Eternity. I was
+deceived in the docile-looking brute. He secured me as his rider by
+false pretenses. He won my confidence, and betrayed it shamefully.
+That he was a good mule, in some respects, I'll willingly testify; but
+in others, he was deeply depraved. He exhibited a disposition
+undreamed of by me, unknown before in the brothers and sisters of his
+numerous family. In brief, he was a sectarian mule; a bigot that held
+narrow views on the subject of religion; believed Hebrew the
+vernacular of the devil, and regarded the Passover with malevolent
+eyes. Confound such a creature, there was no hope for him! Who could
+expect to free him from his prejudices? He hated Moses for his fate,
+and Rebekkah for her forms of worship. He was insane on Judaism. He
+was a monomaniacal Gentile. Who could make out a mental diagnosis, or
+anticipate the conduct of a mule afflicted with religious lunacy? Well
+for your correspondent had he discovered beforehand the bias of the
+brute, or suspected he was a quadruped zealot! Much might have been
+saved to him, and more to a number of unoffending gentlemen from
+church, as the sequel of my 'o'er true tale' will prove.
+
+"The train got off about eight o'clock, on a cloudy, rainy, muddy,
+suicidal morning, and the material that composed it was worthy of
+illustration by Cruikshank. The procession was singularly varied, and
+supremely bizarre. There were the army-wagons, with sick and wounded
+soldiers, lumbering heavily along; the paroled prisoners wading
+through the mire; cotton-buyers, on foot and on horseback; members of
+the twelve tribes of Israel, with all possible modes of conveyance--in
+broken buggies, in dilapidated coaches, on bare-boned Rosinantes, on
+superannuated oxen, with fragmentary reins, rope reins, and no reins;
+spurring, swearing, hallooing, and gesticulating toward Memphis, in
+mortal terror lest the rebels would capture them again, and some of
+their hard-earned gains. Pauvre Juils! They would have excited the
+pity of a pawnbroker, if he had not known them, so frightened and
+anxious and disconsolate they looked. They could not have appeared
+more miserable if they had just learned that a brass watch they had
+sold for silver had turned out gold. The mule trotted along briskly
+and quietly enough until he beheld the grotesque vision of the
+heterogeneously-mounted Israelites. Then he displayed most
+extraordinary conduct. He pawed, he hawed, he kicked, all the while
+glancing at the sons of Jerusalem, and braying louder and more
+discordant every moment. I could not understand the mule's
+idiosyncrasies. Possibly, I thought, the doctrine of the
+metempsychosis may be true, and this brute, in the early stages of its
+development, once have been in love. He has a fit on him now, I
+fancied--he is once more possessed of a petticoat. Why not? If love
+converts men into asses, why should not asses, in their maddest
+moments, act like men in love? The mule's ire was culminating. I dug
+my spurs into his side. Vain effort! He was bent on mischief, and
+malignant against the persecuted race. If he had been in the House of
+Commons, (and many of his brethren are there,) I know he never would
+have voted for the admission of Jews into the English Parliament.
+Before I could anticipate his movement, he rushed at several
+pedestrian Hebrews and kicked the wind out of their stomachs and three
+pairs of green spectacles from their noses. While endeavoring to
+recover their glasses, the mule knocked their hats off with his hoofs,
+and impaired the perfect semicircle of their proboscis, thus imitating
+the rebels--by destroying their bridges totally. The infuriated brute
+then ran for an old buggy, and, by supreme perseverance, kicked it
+over, and its two Hebrew occupants, into the road, where they fell,
+head-foremost, into the mire, growling profanely, like tigers that
+have learned German imperfectly, and were trying to swear, in choice
+Teutonic, about the peculiar qualities of Limburger cheese. In their
+sudden subversion, the Israelites dropped three fine watches out of
+their pockets, and the mule, with an unprecedented voracity, and
+determined on having a good time, ate the chronometers without any
+apparent detriment to digestion. The owners of the watches were
+frenzied. They glanced at my beast, and were about to devour him,
+hoping thereby to get the timepieces back. They did not violate the
+third commandment. They could not. They were too mad. They merely
+hissed rage, like a boiling tea-kettle, and grew purple in the face,
+and spun round in the road, from the excess of their wrath. Your
+correspondent was alarmed. He feared the mule would devour the Hebrews
+themselves, and he knew, if that were done, the animal would explode,
+and said animal had not been paid for. No time was given for
+reflection. Off ran the mule again, and made a pedal attack on a small
+Hebrew with a huge nasal organ, seated on top of a decayed coach,
+drawn by a horse, a cow, and three negroes. The quadruped made a
+herculean effort to kick the diminutive Shylock from his seat, but all
+in vain. The altitude was too great, and, in the midst of his
+exertions, he kicked himself off his feet, and fell over into a
+gulley, in which he alighted and stood on his head, as if he had been
+trained in a circus. The position was admirable, and so worthy of
+imitation that I stood on my head also, in two feet of mire, and
+beckoned with my boots for some passing pedestrians to come and pull
+me out, as they would a radish from a kitchen-garden. The mule resumed
+his normal position speedily, and went off in his well-sustained
+character of a Jew-hunter. I was less fortunate. Three teamsters drew
+my boots from my feet, and tears from my eyes, before they could
+extricate me. And when I was removed from _terra firma_, I resembled a
+hickory stump dragged out by the roots, or a large cat-fish that had
+left his native element, and, seized with a fit of science, had
+endeavored to convert himself into a screw of the Artesian well.
+Placed feet downward on the ground again, I could not thank my
+deliverers or swear at the mule. I was dumb with astonishment and the
+mud, having swallowed eighteen ounces avoirdupois weight of the sacred
+soil of Mississippi while endeavoring to express my admiration of the
+performance of the mule. When I had removed the mire from my optics,
+in which cotton-seed would have grown freely, I beheld the mule in the
+dim distance. I could not see the brute plainly, but I could determine
+his course by the frequent falling of a human figure along the road. I
+knew the figures were those of his enemies, the much-abused
+Hebrews--that he was still wreaking his vengeance on the
+representatives of Israel--that he was fulfilling the unfortunate
+destiny of a misguided and merciless mule. Strange animal! Had the
+honest tradesman ever sold his grandfather a bogus watch? or
+inveigled his innocent sire into the mysterious precincts of a
+mock-auction? Alas! history does not record, and intuition will not
+reveal.
+
+"My narrative is over. I did not go to Memphis. I returned, limping,
+to town, mentally ejaculating, like many adventurous gentlemen who,
+before me, have recklessly attempted to ride the peculiar beast,
+'D----n a mule, any how!'"
+
+
+LETTERS FROM KENTUCKY.
+
+Early in September, 1862, I was sent by General Starbuck & Co.,
+proprietors of the Cincinnati _Daily Times_, to reconnoiter in
+Kentucky. My first stop was a very pleasant one--at the Galt House,
+Louisville. From that place I wrote incident after incident concerning
+the most inhuman barbarity that had been enacted by citizen guerrillas
+and butternut soldiers. Louisville was in a foment of excitement, and
+if the rebels had only possessed the dash, there was scarce a day but
+they could have made a foray upon the "Galt," and captured from forty
+to fifty nice-looking officers, from brigadier-generals down to
+lieutenants.
+
+It was supposed the Government could spare them; else why were they in
+the North, when they should have been in the South?
+
+While there, I met Lieutenant Thomas S. Pennington, of Columbus, Ohio,
+a gentleman of intelligence, who told me HE SAW CITIZENS OF RICHMOND
+(Kentucky) who had pretended to be FRIENDLY WITH OUR MEN, SHOOT THEM
+DOWN AS THEY WERE RETREATING THROUGH THEIR STREETS. G. W. Baker, the
+regimental blacksmith of the 71st Indiana, who resides in Terre
+Haute, was in the city in charge of a number of horses left in
+Richmond. As our boys, worn-out and unarmed, retreated through the
+place, Mr. Baker says the men fired from their windows and doors. J.
+C. Haton, of Point Commerce, Indiana, also corroborates this fiendish
+piece of work upon the very men who had for days stood guard over
+their private property. All agree that more of our men were killed by
+these incarnate fiends in citizens' clothing than by the secesh in
+uniforms. Many of the pretended friendly citizens went out (says
+Lieutenant Pennington) to aid us, and then treacherously picked off
+our officers. Colonel Topkins, of the 71st Indiana, died nobly,
+leading his men, who, although undisciplined, stood bravely by their
+gallant colonel while there was a shadow of hope. Twice was his horse
+shot beneath him; and mounting the third horse, he received two
+bullets. A number of his boys hastily gathered around him. His last
+words were: "Boys, did I do my duty?" With tears coursing their manly
+cheeks, they replied: "You did, Colonel." "Then," said he, "I DIE
+HAPPY." Major Concklin, of the 71st, whom I reported wounded, died
+shortly afterward. Coming from Shelbyville, I passed more than one
+hundred wagons, all heavily loaded with the wreck of the late battles,
+many of the wounded being brought to this city.
+
+
+CHAPLAIN GADDIS AND THE 2d OHIO.
+
+Charley Bunker, in writing from the 2d Ohio, says: "This is the
+Sabbath, which, under present circumstances, can only be known by the
+neat appearance of the boys, in their shiny boots and clean, boiled
+shirts, as they make their early morning entree for company inspection
+of arms and accouterments, after which, all is dullness and vacuity.
+There is a sensible void, apparent to all, requiring something to
+remove the depressing dullness now surrounding them; and that
+something is to be found only in the presence of an accommodating and
+pleasing chaplain. Being to-day in the camp of the 2d Ohio Regiment, I
+observed this lack of a clerical adviser, in the absence of Brother M.
+P. Gaddis, the pleasing and affable chaplain of this gallant band of
+patriots. Brother Gaddis, being naturally of a pleasing and
+accommodating disposition, has won the confidence and favor of his
+entire command, and is an ever-welcome guest wherever he may chance to
+offer his presence. But one instance can be recorded wherein the
+parson has met with refusal of friendship and favor--and this can be
+credited to nothing but the present distracted condition of our
+unfortunate country. But, even in this instance, the kind and
+accommodating nature of the chaplain was fully manifested; forgetting
+all party or political prejudices, he viewed all the circumstances
+with a happy mind and Christian heart. The following are the
+circumstances of the above-mentioned case: On the first advance of the
+national army from Louisville toward the land of Dixie, a portion of
+our forces marched along the turnpike, passing in their route the
+time-noted tavern-stand, distant some twenty miles north of Bowling
+Green, and known to all travelers as "Ball's Tavern." On the evening
+of the arrival of the forces under the immediate command of General
+Mitchel, at this place, one of the buildings attached to the premises
+accidently caught fire."
+
+
+CHAPLAIN GADDIS TURNS FIREMAN.
+
+The 2d Ohio Regiment being encamped near the premises, and observing
+the flames bursting from the roof of the building, Brother Gaddis,
+with a number of others, instantly made their way to the building to
+save the entire property from destruction. Entering the building, they
+made their way to the top of the house, where the fire was then
+raging, and commenced tearing away the wood-work near the devouring
+element. No water being convenient, they were obliged to resort to the
+snow as a substitute, which, at that time, covered the ground, to
+subdue the flames. Having partially succeeded in checking the raging
+of the fire, a small aperture was made in the roof of the building,
+and Dave Thomas, the sutler of the 2d Ohio, being the smallest one of
+the party, was thrust through the hole in the roof, and made a
+desperate onslaught upon the fire, while Brother Gaddis continued to
+hand up the snow in hats and caps to the daring firemen on the roof,
+until the fire was entirely extinguished. The following day Brother
+Gaddis, knowing the former reputation of the tavern, and, as is
+natural with all clerical exponents, preferring _fried chicken to hog
+meat_, and warm rolls to hard crackers, wended his way to the tavern,
+with a craving appetite, and the full expectation of a kind welcome
+and an agreeable entertainment.
+
+Before proceeding further, I must here state that, attached to these
+premises, is a noted subterranean recess, which has ever been the
+attraction of all travelers who have chanced to pass over this
+frequented thoroughfare, and is known as the "Diamond Cave."
+
+
+GADDIS AND THE SECESH GRASS-WIDOW.
+
+Entering the dwelling, Brother Gaddis sought the landlady, Mrs.
+Proctor, or the late widow Bell, but now the wife of a Proctor, who,
+by-the-by, is at present to be found in the ranks of the rebel army,
+the madam's entire sympathies leading in the same direction.
+Addressing the landlady in his usual winning manner, Brother Gaddis
+requested the privilege of remaining as a guest of the house, and
+enjoying the luxuries of her well-stored larder and the comforts of
+her well-furnished rooms. What was the surprise of the chaplain to
+find in the landlady a real she-devil in politics, and utterly
+inexorable to all appeals to her charity and hospitality. In her
+remarks, she observed that "He was on the wrong side of the fence;
+that she had entertained, the day before the arrival of the Union
+troops, a company of three hundred gentlemen, (referring to that
+number of rebel cavalry,) and that they had treated her like a lady,
+and paid her for what they had received"--(_in Confederate scrip_). In
+reply, Brother Gaddis, not wishing to be deprived of her coveted
+entertainment, inquired "What was the difference which side of the
+fence he was on, so that he conducted himself with propriety, and paid
+her for her trouble?" asking if his money was not as good as that of
+those of whom she spoke. She answered, "No!" and positively refused to
+entertain any of the "hated Yankees" in her house.
+
+
+"TURCHIN'S GOT YOUR MULE."
+
+           A planter came to camp one day,
+             His niggers for to find;
+           His mules had also gone astray,
+             And stock of every kind.
+           The planter tried to get them back,
+             And thus was made a fool,
+           For every one he met in camp
+             Cried, "Mister, here's your mule."
+  CHORUS.--Go back, go back, go back, old scamp,
+             And don't be made a fool;
+           Your niggers they are all in camp,
+             And Turchin's got your mule.
+
+           His corn and horses all were gone
+             Within a day or two.
+           Again he went to Colonel Long,
+             To see what he could do.
+           "I can not change what I have done,
+             And won't be made a fool,"
+           Was all the answer he could get,
+             The owner of the mule.
+  CHORUS.--Go back, go back, go back, old scamp,
+             And don't be made a fool;
+           Your niggers they are all in camp,
+             And Turchin's got your mule.
+
+           And thus from place to place we go,
+             The song is e'er the same;
+           'Tis not as once it used to be,
+             For Morgan's lost his name.
+           He went up North, and there he stays,
+             With stricken face, the fool;
+           In Cincinnati now he cries,
+             "My kingdom for a mule."
+  CHORUS.--Go back, go back, etc.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXI.
+
+     A Visit to the 1st East Tennessee Cavalry -- A Proposed
+     Sermon -- Its Interruption -- How ye Preacher is Bamboozled
+     out of $15 and a Gold Watch -- Cavalry on the Brain -- Old
+     Stonnicker Drummed out of Camp -- Now and Then.
+
+
+A VISIT TO THE 1st EAST TENNESSEE CAVALRY.
+
+The cavalry had been kept very busy during the months of March and
+April; the picket-duty was arduous and severe, but the East Tennessee
+soldiers stood up to the rack manfully. I had been with them on nearly
+all their expeditions; shared their toils and dangers, until I felt I
+was a part and parcel of their "institution." Colonel Johnson, at this
+time, was in Nashville, raising a brigade; the command of the
+regiment, therefore, devolved upon Colonel Brownlow.
+
+The Colonel had frequently invited me over to the camp, but other
+engagements had as frequently deterred me from accepting the
+invitation.
+
+I was seated, one beautiful afternoon, in the tent of Doctor Charles
+Wright, of the 35th Ohio, conversing with Colonel Brownlow, when Major
+Tracy, of the Tennessee regiment, with two or three others, agreed
+that "now was the appointed time." A horse was proffered me by John
+Leiter, Esq., and I proceeded forthwith to the head-quarters of the
+renowned East Tennesseeans. Arriving there, the Major requested that I
+would entertain the boys, who, as well as they knew me personally, did
+not know me _facially_--did not know the "power of facial expression."
+
+Major Tracy ordered the assembly-call sounded, which was done, and, in
+a short time, five or six hundred men were congregated in front of
+head-quarters, and as those in the rear could not have a good view of
+the speaker, the Major ordered the front rank to kneel, or squat. The
+boys had been told that Alf was going to give them some "fun;" that
+Alf was to amuse them for awhile.
+
+During the congregating of the crowd, I was in the tent--the audience
+in waiting. Major T. went to the front and announced that the REV.
+EBENEZER SLABSIDES, from Middle Tennessee, would address the
+congregation. A table was placed, and I had taken a "_posish_," with
+spectacles mounted on my nose, when, just as I had commenced the
+discourse, by saying: "MY BELOVED BRETHERING," I heard a strange voice
+say:
+
+"We didn't come to hear no sermon--we come to hear Alf. Put that
+fellow out!"
+
+Another voice said: "That's a burlesque on our parson."
+
+Still I went on, thinking all would be quiet. Presently a big, tall E.
+T. C. fellow shouted "Move him, move him!" and shouts of "Alf! where's
+Alf?" resounded all over. Here I tried to divest myself of my
+spectacles, but they stuck, and before I could identify myself to the
+crowd as to who I was, I received a _knock-down_ argument.
+
+I changed my base of operations, and retreated to the Major's tent.
+Here two stalwart fellows laid violent hands upon me, and each one
+getting hold, tried to pull me _through the tent-pole_. Seeing a fine
+opportunity for a strategical maneuver, I succeeded in planting a
+heavy blow on the proboscis of one of my tormentors, which bedizzened
+his vision. Again I changed my base, and got to another tent. By this
+time the camp was wild; a few, who knew me, were taking my part; blows
+fell thick and fast, but I succeeded in guarding my head. I had no
+relish for cavalry on the brain just then. During the melee they
+robbed me of a watch and about fifteen dollars in money. "_But they
+can't do it again! Hallelujah!_"
+
+The news of my _defeat_ spread like wild-fire over the camp before
+tatoo; the entire division were talking of it, and serious
+consequences were feared; the cavalry soldiers did not dare show
+themselves near the 2d Minnesota for several days, I being quite a
+favorite with those boys, and that being my home for the time. The
+most exaggerated stories were told of the affair.
+
+In a few days all was quiet on the Harpeth, and again I was with the
+boys, who all made the most ample apologies, and expressed sorrow for
+what had occurred.
+
+Colonel Brownlow called upon me the next day, in condolence, renewing
+the invitation, but the remembrance of my former reception deterred me
+from making the journey. Some weeks after the occurrence, I was
+commissioned by the proprietors of the Cincinnati _Commercial_ to
+proceed to Murfreesboro as their "Special," and telegraphed to General
+Garfield for the requisite permission. Judge of my surprise upon
+receiving the following dispatch from General Garfield:
+
+
+                              Head-quarters Army of the Cumberland,
+                              Murfreesboro, _May 10, 1863_.
+
+     Alf Burnett--_Sir_: The commanding General has heard of the
+     occurrence at Triune, and refuses you permission to come to
+     Murfreesboro.
+
+                                        J. A. GARFIELD,
+                         _Brigadier-General and Chief of Staff_.
+
+
+I immediately dispatched a batch of letters from prominent Generals;
+also sent forward several fine introductory letters that I held,
+addressed to General Rosecrans and General Garfield. A regular
+diplomatic correspondence was opened, and, after hearing the evidence,
+I received a telegram to this effect:
+
+
+     Alf Burnett--Report forthwith at these Head-quarters.
+
+                                        J. A. GARFIELD.
+
+                         By order of Major-General Rosecrans.
+
+
+I arrived at Murfreesboro the following day, but did not "_report_,"
+for I felt somewhat chagrined at the General's crediting the stories
+that he had heard. The succeeding day, however, I met General Alex
+McCook, and his brother, the gallant Colonel Dan McCook, who told me
+that the General wanted to see me immediately; that the greatest
+anxiety was felt at head-quarters for my appearance; that I had been
+the subject of conversation for an hour past. I immediately dismounted
+and walked into the house, presenting my card to an orderly, and, in a
+moment, General Garfield came to the door with a cordial welcome and
+a hearty laugh, took me by the hand and introduced the "Preacher from
+Hepsidam" to Major-General Rosecrans. When this was done, another
+outburst of laughter was the result.
+
+Major-General Turchin, Major-General Thomas, and the staffs of those
+heroes were present. General Garfield and "Old Rosey" formed the party
+whom I was apprised were a court-martial now duly convened to try the
+"Preacher from Hepsidam." General R. asking me if I was ready for
+trial, I told him I was, if he had a pair of spectacles in the "court"
+room. So he called the court to order, sent for a few of his staff,
+who were absent, and requested General Garfield to get me a pair of
+spectacles from an adjoining room. General Rosecrans took advantage of
+General Garfield's absence to tell me that General Garfield had once
+been a "Hard-shell" Baptist preacher, and requested me, if I could, by
+any possibility, "bring him in," to do so. The sermon was given, and,
+afterward, the "DEBATE BETWEEN SLABSIDES AND GARROTTE," together with
+other pieces. At the conclusion of the "trial," the court unanimously
+resolved that I should not only be honorably acquitted of all charges,
+but that I was henceforth to be allowed the freedom of the Army of the
+Cumberland. "And," said the General, "in explanation of my dispatch to
+you, refusing you permission to come here, some one told me you were
+giving a mock-religious sermon which so disgusted the religious
+sensibilities of the E. T. C. that they mobbed you; and I thought if
+you could do any thing to shock their feelings, you must be a devil
+with '_four horns_;' but, with such a face as you make, no wonder they
+were deceived."
+
+
+OLD STONNICKER DRUMMED OUT OF CAMP.
+
+The illustration of this scene will be recognized by thousands of our
+soldier-boys who were occupiers of Virginia soil, upon the banks of
+the Elkwater, for some months during the summer and fall of 1861. Old
+Stonnicker's was a name familiar as a household word, and many were
+the pranks played upon the poor old man. Ignorant, beyond description,
+he yet had twice been a "justice" of the peace, and, as he said, "sot
+on the bench."
+
+The scene illustrated is where Stonnicker was arrested by a "special
+order" from the 6th Ohio, and tried by an impromptu court-martial, for
+selling liquor to soldiers. The mock-trial took place amid the most
+grotesque queries and absurd improvised telegraph dispatches--the
+hand-writing of the telegraphic dispatches being sworn to as that of
+the individuals from whom they were just received, the oath being, "As
+they solemnly _hoped for the success of the Southern Confederacy_."
+The poor wretch had actually been detected in selling, contrary to
+express orders, liquor to soldiers. He employed counsel, but,
+notwithstanding all they could do, he was sentenced, by Major
+Christopher, to die. He received his sentence with moanings and
+anguish; he was too frightened to notice the smiles or laughter of the
+crowd. He got on his knees and begged for mercy, and, after an hour of
+suspense, the Court relented, and commuted the sentence to being
+drummed out of camp. It is at this juncture the artist has seized the
+occasion to illustrate the scene.
+
+Stonnicker is a by-word to all the boys of Elkwater notoriety to this
+day, and was, at one time, "_a password_" at Louisville.
+
+Poor Stonnicker is dead. In trying, last fall, to ford that mad
+torrent, Elkwater, during a storm, he was swept from his horse and
+drowned.
+
+Andy Hall, Ned Shoemaker, Doctor Ames, and other notables of the
+"times that tried men's _soles_," were the recipients of the
+hospitality of another of the family of Stonnickers, who lived up a
+"ravine" about a mile nearer Huttonsville. Doctor Ames had musk upon
+his handkerchief, which the young lady, (?) Miss Delilah Stonnicker,
+noticing, as she waited upon the Doctor at the supper-table,
+exclaimed: "'Lor', Doctor, how your _hankercher_ stinks!"
+
+"Does it?" said the Doctor, coloring up to his very eyes, roars of
+laughter proceeding from all present.
+
+"Yaas; it stinks just like a skunk."
+
+"Why, Miss Delilah, do you have skunks out here?" inquired the Doctor.
+
+"_Yaas, lots on 'em up the gut out thar._"
+
+
+NOW AND THEN.
+
+Written by Enos B. REED,
+
+And Recited by Mr. Alf BURNETT, at the Benefit of the Ladies'
+Soldiers' Aid Society of Cincinnati, Saturday Evening, January 31st,
+1863.
+
+    In other days, as it has oft been told
+    By those who sleep beneath the grave's dank mold,
+    In this, our loved, but now distracted land,
+    Men dwelt together as a household band;
+    Brothers they were, but not alone in name,
+    Sons of Columbia and Columbia's fame--
+    They loved the land, the fairest 'neath the sun,
+    Home of the brave--the land of Washington!
+
+    Peaceful the rivers as they flowed along
+    The plenteous fields, where swelled the harvest song;
+    Peaceful the mountains, as they reared on high
+    Their snow-capped peaks unto the azure sky--
+    Peaceful the valleys, where contentment smiled,
+    Blessing alike the parent and the child--
+    Peaceful the hearts which owned a country blest,
+    And owned their God, who gave them peace and rest!
+
+    The happy matron and the joyous maid
+    Alike were blest--the unknown traveler stayed
+    His weary limbs beneath their roof-tree's shade,
+    While home from toil the husbandman returned,
+    His honest hands the honest pittance earned,
+    Willing to share his humble meal with one
+    Whether from Winter's snows or Southern sun.
+
+    No North--no South, in those the better days--
+    Our starry flag o'er all--its genial rays
+    Glistened amid New England's dreary snows,
+    Or shone as proudly where the south wind blows:
+    One flag, one nation, and one God we claimed,
+    And traitors' lips had never yet defamed
+    The land for which our fathers fought and bled--
+    Hallowed by graves of honored patriot-dead!
+
+    Fruitful the earth, and fair the skies above;
+    The days were blissful, and the nights were love;
+    We were at peace--our land and freedom gained--
+    Our fair escutcheon with no blot e'er stained--
+    But all did honor to the fair young State
+    Who made herself both glorious and great;
+    Our Eagle--emblem of the happy free--
+    Was free to soar o'er foreign land or sea!
+
+    But darkness came, and settled like a pall
+    Funereal, on our hearts; o'er one and all
+    It cast its blighting, withering wing,
+    A horrid, shapeless, and revolting thing--
+    While dove-eyed Peace bowed down its gentle head
+    And wept for those, though living, worse than dead;
+    And blood, like rivers, flowed from hill to plain
+    'Till land and sea knew not their ghastly slain.
+
+    The Northern snows incarnadined with gore--
+    The Southern vales with blood, like wine, ran o'er--
+    The battle raging in the morning sun,
+    At night, the warfare scarcely yet begun--
+    The sire, in arms to meet his foeman-son,
+    Brother, to seek his brother in the strife,
+    Rushed madly on--demanding life for life!
+    And children, orphans made--and worse than widowed, wife!
+
+    And this the land which erst our fathers blest,
+    Favored of Heaven--the pilgrim's hope of rest--
+    Now cursed by traitors, who with impious hands
+    Have dared to sunder our once-hallowed bands--
+    Have dared to poison with their ven'mous breath
+    All that was fair--and raise the flag of death;
+    Have dared to blight the country of their birth,
+    Striving her name to banish from the earth!
+
+    God of our fathers! where your lightnings now,
+    To blind their vision, and their hearts to bow?
+    Traitors to all that manhood holds most dear,
+    Without remorse, with neither hope nor fear,
+    They trail our starry banner in the dust,
+    And flaunt their own base emblem in the gust;
+    Like the arch-fiend, who from a Heaven once fell,
+    They'd pull us down to their own fearful hell!
+
+    A boon! O God! a boon from thee we crave--
+    Shine on this gloomy darkness of the grave;
+    Stretch forth thine arm, and let the waves be still,
+    And Union triumph, as it must and will.
+    God of our Fathers! guide our arms aright,
+    Be near and with us in the deadly fight;
+    Columbia's banner may we still uphold,
+    And keep each star bright in its azure fold.
+
+    We mourn for those who sleep beneath the wave,
+    Or on the land have found a soldier's grave;
+    Each heart will be an altar to their fame,
+    And ever sacred kept each glorious name.
+    We'll honor those who nobly fought and bled,
+    And fighting fell, where freedom's banner led;
+    Each soldier-son, we'll welcome to our arms,
+    When strife has ceased its din and dread alarms!
+
+    Our soldiers, home returning from the wars,
+    Our dames shall nourish--honored scars
+    Shall mark them heroes, and they live to tell
+    How once they battled--battled brave and well--
+    For home and country--mountain, plain, and dell--
+    And how the nation like a phenix rose
+    From out its ashes, spite of fiendish foes;
+    Then once again Columbia shall be blest--
+    Home of the free, and land for the oppressed!
+
+[Illustration: The preacher from Hepsidam. See page 308.]
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XXXII.
+
+     An Incident of the 5th O. V. I. -- How to Avoid the Draft --
+     Keep the Soldiers' Letters -- New Use of Blood-hounds --
+     Proposition to Hang the Dutch Soldiers -- Stolen Stars.
+
+
+AN INCIDENT OF THE 5th O. V. I.
+
+There is no regiment in the service that has won more enviable renown
+than the glorious old 5th; and, although I have met them but twice in
+my peregrinations, I can not let them go unnoticed in this volume.
+Many of the boys I knew intimately--none better than young Jacobs, who
+was killed near Fredericksburg, Virginia. A writer in the Cincinnati
+_Commercial_, soon after his death, penned the following merited
+tribute to his memory:
+
+Noble deeds have been recorded, during the past two years, of the
+faithful in our armies, who have struggled amid carnage and blood to
+consecrate anew our altar of liberty--deeds which have stirred the
+slumbering fires of patriotism in ten thousand hearts, and revived the
+nation's hope. I can well conceive that it would be asking too much to
+record every merited deed of our brave officers and men; but, while
+too many have strayed from the ranks when their strong arms have been
+most needed, will you allow a passing tribute to the memory of one
+who was always at his post of duty?
+
+Henry G. Jacobs, a private in Company C, 5th Regiment O. V. I., who
+was killed in battle near Fredericksburg, Virginia, was the second son
+of E. Jacobs, Esq., of Walnut Hills. He enlisted in May, 1861, and
+had, consequently, been in the service two years. Since his regiment
+left Camp Dennison, he had never been absent from it a day until he
+fought his last battle. I need not speak of his deeds of personal
+bravery, for he belonged to a regiment of heroes. For unflinching
+courage on the field of battle, the 5th Ohio has few parallels and no
+superior. In that respect, the history of one is the history of all.
+In the battle of Winchester, Henry escaped with two ball-holes in his
+coat. In the battle of Port Republic, only one (a young man from
+Cincinnati) besides himself, of all his company who were in the
+action, escaped capture. They reached the mountains after being fired
+at several times, and, two days after, they arrived at their camp. At
+the battle of Cedar Mountain the stock of his gun was shattered in his
+hands by a rebel shot. He was in the battles of Antietam and South
+Mountain, and in over twenty considerable skirmishes.
+
+Last autumn, his sister wrote, urging him to ask for a furlough and
+visit home, if but for a few days. His answer was: "Our country needs
+every man at his post, and my place is here with my regiment till this
+rebellion is put down." No young man could be more devotedly attached
+to his home, yet he wrote, last winter: "I have never asked for a
+furlough since I have been in the service; but, if you think father's
+life is in danger from the surgical operation which is to be
+performed upon his arm, I will try to get home; for you do not know
+how deeply I share with you all in this affliction."
+
+His talents and education fitted him for what his friends considered a
+higher position than the one he occupied. Accordingly, application was
+made to the Governor to commission him as a lieutenant in one of the
+new regiments. In signing the application, Professor D. H. Allen, of
+Lane Seminary, prefaced his signature as follows: "I know no young man
+in the ranks who, in my opinion, is better qualified for an officer in
+the army than Henry C. Jacobs." In this opinion W. S. Scarborough,
+Esq., Colonel A. E. Jones, and many others who were personally
+acquainted with him, heartily concurred. Such encouragement was
+received from the Governor as led his sister to write, congratulating
+him upon the prospect of his appointment. His answer was: "I had
+rather be a private in the 5th Ohio than captain in any new regiment.
+In fact, I do not want a commission. When I enlisted, it was not for
+pay; I never expected to receive one dollar. I have fought in many
+battles, and served my country to the best of my ability; and I wish
+to remain in the position I now occupy till the war is over."
+
+It is not only to offer a tribute to the memory of Henry that I would
+intrude upon your readers, but, by presenting an example, encourage
+faithfulness and patriotic devotion to the cause of liberty. If any
+man, officer or private, has been more faithful, his be the higher
+monument in a grateful nation's heart when treason is no more. He
+shouldered his musket, and it was at his country's service every hour
+till it was laid down beside his bleeding, mangled body, on the banks
+of the Rappahannock. If my country ever forgets such heroes as these,
+her very name should perish forever. Young men whose hearts are not
+stirred within them to rush into the breach, avenge the fallen brave,
+and save their country, are making for themselves no enviable future.
+Who that calls himself a man will sit with folded arms and careless
+mien, under the shade of the tree of liberty, while the wild boar is
+whetting his tusks against its bark, and the gaunt stag rudely tears
+its branches? It was planted in tears and watered with blood; and if
+you do not protect it now, your names will perish.
+
+Henry had made two firm resolves: one was to keep out of the hospital,
+and the other was to keep out of the hands of the rebels. He would not
+be taken a prisoner, and, if die he must, he preferred the
+battle-field to the hospital. He has realized his wish, and though the
+bitterness of our anguish at his loss may only wear out with our
+lives, our country, in his death, has lost more than his kindred. We
+are making history for all time to come. Eternity will tell its own
+story of unending joy for those who have freely shed their blood to
+lay a firm foundation for the happiness of millions yet unborn.
+
+  "Give me the death of those
+    Who for their country die;
+  And O! be mine like their repose,
+    When cold and low they lie!
+
+  "Their loveliest Mother Earth
+    Entwines the fallen brave;
+  In her sweet lap who gave them birth
+    They find their tranquil grave."
+
+
+HOW TO AVOID THE DRAFT.
+
+During the troubles of raising men, a rough-looking customer,
+determined upon evasion, called upon the Military Commission, when the
+following colloquy ensued, the individual in question remarking:
+
+"Mr. Commissioner, I'm over forty-five."
+
+"How old _are_ you?"
+
+"I don't know how old I am; but I'm over _forty-five_."
+
+"In what year did you make your appearance on this mundane sphere?"
+
+"I don't know what you mean; but I'm over forty-five."
+
+"When were you born?"
+
+"I don't know; but I'm over forty-five."
+
+"How am I to know you are over age?"
+
+"I don't know and I don't care; but I'm over forty-five."
+
+"When were you forty-five?"
+
+"I don't know; but I know I'm over forty-five."
+
+"You must give me some proof that you are over age."
+
+"I've been in the country thirty-six years, and I'm over forty-five."
+
+"That does not prove that you are too old to be drafted."
+
+"I don't care; I know I'm over forty-five."
+
+"I shall not erase your name until you prove your age."
+
+"I tell you I've been in this country thirty-six years, and I went
+sparking before I came here, and I'm over forty-five."
+
+"Will you swear it?"
+
+"Yes, I'm over forty-five. D----d if I aint over forty-five."
+
+"Well, I will exempt you."
+
+"I don't care whether you do or not, for _I've got a wooden leg_."
+
+
+NEW USE OF BLOOD-HOUNDS.
+
+One fine summer's Sunday afternoon, as a steamboat was stopping at a
+landing on the Mississippi to take in wood, the passengers were
+surprised to see two or three young, athletic negroes perched upon a
+tree like monkeys, and about as many blood-hounds underneath, barking
+and yelping, and jumping up in vain endeavors to seize the frightened
+negroes. The overseer was standing by, encouraging the dogs, and
+several bystanders were looking on, enjoying the sport. It was only
+the owner of some blood-hounds training his dogs, and keeping them in
+practice, so as to be able to hunt down the runaways, who often
+secrete themselves in the woods. It was thought fine sport, and
+useful, too, in its way, ten years ago.
+
+But now the same hounds are being made use of, all through Alabama and
+Mississippi, and, we have no doubt, in other of the Southern States,
+to hunt down white men hiding in the woods to escape the fierce
+conscription act, which is now seizing about every man under sixty
+years of age able to carry a gun. Nor is this the worst. It is found
+that those camped out are supplied with food brought them by their
+children, who go out apparently to play in the woods, and then slip
+off and carry provisions to their fathers. To meet this exigency,
+blood-hounds are now employed to follow these little children on their
+pious errands, and the other day a beautiful little girl was thus
+chased and overtaken in the woods, and there torn in pieces, alone and
+unaided, by the trained blood-hounds of Jefferson Davis! Nor is this a
+solitary case. It appears that many white men, women, and children
+have thus been sacrificed, in order to carry out the conscription act
+in all its terrors.
+
+In a large number of cases, those who are thus hunted down are such as
+have in some way exhibited Union proclivities; for, although such have
+ceased to offer any opposition to the rebels, they do not like taking
+up arms against the flag of the Union, to which many of them have, in
+former days, sworn allegiance. These persons, and all suspected, are
+especially marked out as objects of the conscription and the
+blood-hound, be their ages and fighting qualities what they may. And
+these are the men hunted down with dogs, and their wives and their
+children, if they attempt to follow them. There are, however, many men
+not Unionists, and willing to contribute of their property to any
+amount to support the rebels, but now being drawn into the
+conscription, or, having tasted the desperate neglects of the rebel
+service, have deserted, and will not again take up arms. Their wives
+are ladies, most delicate and tender, and their children brought up
+with a refinement and delicacy of the most perfect character, until
+this war began. And these are the women that now have to wander alone
+in the woods, in search of their husbands and brothers and sons; and
+these are the little girls, who, going to carry food to their
+relatives, are liable at any moment to be overtaken by swift hounds,
+let loose and set upon their track by the agents of Jefferson Davis.
+
+It may be doubted if war itself, ever but once in the history of
+mankind, proved so disastrous to a people, by the hands of those
+engaged in carrying it on. Perhaps, in the final destruction of
+Jerusalem, there may have been scenes of greater and more fiendish
+cruelty by the factions of John and Simon destroying each other, while
+both were at war with the Romans. And what must be the state of the
+South, when a delicate woman, who would hardly set her feet on the
+ground for delicacy, and used to have servants to attend upon her
+every wish and want, is reduced to straits like these, and children
+are torn to pieces by the dogs of humble hunters after white flesh for
+Jefferson Davis's shambles!
+
+
+KEEP THE SOLDIERS' LETTERS.
+
+Mother, father, brother, sister, wife, sweetheart, keep that bundle
+sacredly! Each word will be historic, each line invaluable. When peace
+has restored the ravages of war, and our nation's grandeur has made
+this struggle the most memorable of those great conflicts by which
+ideas are rooted into society, these pen-pictures of the humblest
+events, the merest routine details of the life led in winning national
+unity and freedom, will be priceless. Not for the historian's sake
+alone, do I say, keep those letters, but for your sakes who receive
+them, and ours who write them. The next skirmish may stop our pulses
+forever, and our letters, full of love for you, will be our only
+legacy besides that of having died in a noble cause. And should we
+survive the war, with health and limb uninjured, or bowed with
+sickness or crippled with wounds, those letters will be dear mementoes
+to us of dangers past, of trials borne, of privations suffered, of
+comrades beloved. Keep our letters, then, and write to us all the home
+news and "gossip." Bid us Godspeed. Speak kindly, loving, courageous
+words to us. If you can't be Spartans--and we don't want you to be--be
+"lovers, countrymen, and friends." So shall our feet fall lighter, and
+our sabers heavier!
+
+
+PROPOSITION TO HANG THE DUTCH SOLDIERS.
+
+The following specimen of "chivalric" literature is copied from the
+Knoxville _Register_, of June 12, 1862:
+
+Of late, in all battles and in all recent incursions made by Federal
+cavalry, we have found the great mass of Northern soldiers to consist
+of Dutchmen. The plundering thieves captured by Forrest, who stole
+half the jewelry and watches in a dozen counties of Alabama, were
+immaculate Dutchmen. The national odor of Dutchmen, as distinctive of
+the race as that which, constantly ascending to heaven, has distended
+the nostrils of the negro, is as unmistakable as that peculiar to a
+polecat, an old pipe, or a lager-beer saloon. Crimes, thefts, and
+insults to the women of the South invariably mark the course of these
+stinking bodies of _sour-krout_. Rosecrans himself is an unmixed
+Dutchman, an accursed race which has overrun the vast districts of
+the country of the North-west.... It happens that we entertain a
+greater degree of respect for an Ethiopian in the ranks of the
+Northern armies, than for an odoriferous Dutchman, who can have no
+possible interest in this revolution.
+
+Why not hang every Dutchman captured? We will, hereafter, hang, shoot,
+or imprison for life all white men taken in the command of negroes,
+and enslave the negroes themselves. This is not too harsh. No human
+being will assert the contrary. Why, then, should we not hang a
+Dutchman, who deserves infinitely less of our sympathy than Sambo? The
+live masses of beer, krout, tobacco, and rotten cheese, which, on two
+legs and four (on foot and mounted), go prowling through the South,
+should be used to manure the sandy plains and barren hill-sides of
+Alabama, Tennessee, and Georgia.... Whenever a Dutch regiment adorns
+the limbs of a Southern forest, daring cavalry raids into the South
+shall cease.... President Davis need not be specially consulted; and
+if an accident of this sort should occur to a plundering band, like
+that captured by Forrest, we are not inclined to believe our President
+would be greatly dissatisfied.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+"My young colored friend," said a benevolent chaplain to a contraband,
+"can you read?"
+
+"Yes, sah," was the reply.
+
+"Glad to hear it. Shall I give you a paper?"
+
+"Sartin, massa, if you please."
+
+"What paper would you choose?" asked the chaplain.
+
+"_If you chews_, I'll take a paper of terbacker."
+
+
+THE STOLEN STARS.
+
+     [At a dinner party, at which were present Major-General
+     Lewis Wallace, Thomas Buchanan Read, and James E. Murdoch, a
+     conversation sprung up respecting ballads for the soldiers.
+     The General maintained that hardly one had been written
+     suited for the camp. It was agreed that each of them should
+     write one. The following is that by General Wallace:]
+
+    When good old Father Washington
+      Was just about to die,
+    He called our Uncle Samuel
+      Unto his bedside nigh;
+    "This flag I give you, Sammy, dear,"
+      Said Washington, said he;
+    "Where e'er it floats, on land or wave,
+      My children shall be free."
+
+    And fine old Uncle Samuel
+      He took the flag from him,
+    And spread it on a long pine pole,
+      And prayed, and sung a hymn.
+    A pious man was Uncle Sam,
+      Back fifty years and more;
+    The flag should fly till Judgment-day,
+      So, by the Lord, he swore.
+
+    And well he kept that solemn oath;
+      He kept it well, and more:
+    The thirteen stars first on the flag
+      Soon grew to thirty-four;
+    And every star bespoke a State,
+      Each State an empire won.
+    No brighter were the stars of night
+      Than those of Washington.
+
+    Beneath that flag two brothers dwelt;
+      To both 't was very dear;
+    The name of one was Puritan,
+      The other Cavalier.
+    "Go, build ye towns," said Uncle Sam,
+      Unto those brothers dear;
+    "Build anywhere, for in the world
+      You've none but God to fear."
+
+    "I'll to the South," said Cavalier,
+      "I'll to the South," said he;
+    "I'll to the North," said Puritan,
+      "The North's the land for me."
+    Each took a flag, each left a tear
+      To good old Uncle Sam;
+    He kissed the boys, he kissed the flags,
+      And, doleful, sung a psalm.
+
+    And in a go-cart Puritan
+      His worldly goods did lay;
+    With wife and gun and dog and ax,
+      He, singing, went his way.
+    Of buckskin was his Sunday suit,
+      His wife wore linsey-jeans;
+    And fat they grew, like porpoises,
+      On hoe-cake, pork, and beans.
+
+    But Cavalier a Cockney was;
+      He talked French and Latin;
+    Every day he wore broadcloth,
+      While his wife wore satin.
+    He went off in a painted ship--
+      In glory he did go;
+    A thousand niggers up aloft,
+      A thousand down below.
+
+    The towns were built, as I've heard said;
+      Their likes were never seen;
+    They filled the North, they filled the South,
+      They filled the land between.
+    "The Lord be praised!" said Puritan;
+      "Bully!" said Cavalier;
+    "There's room and town-lots in the West,
+      If there isn't any here."
+
+    Out to the West they journeyed then,
+      And in a quarrel got;
+    One said 't was his, he knew it was,
+      The other said 't was not.
+    One drew a knife, a pistol t' other,
+      And dreadfully they swore;
+    From Northern lake to Southern gulf
+      Wild rang the wordy roar.
+
+    All the time good old Uncle Sam
+      Sat by his fireside near,
+    Smokin' of his kinnikinnick,
+      And drinkin' lager-beer.
+    He laughed and quaffed, and quaffed and laughed,
+      Nor thought it worth his while,
+    Until the storm in fury burst
+      On Sumter's sea-girt isle.
+
+    O'er the waves to the smoking fort,
+      When came the dewy dawn,
+    To see the flag he looked--and lo!
+      _Eleven stars were gone!_
+    "My pretty, pretty stars," he cried,
+      And down did roll a tear.
+    "I've got your stars, old Fogy Sam,
+      Ha, ha!" laughed Cavalier.
+
+    "I've got your stars in my watch-fob;
+      Come take them if you dare!"
+    And Uncle Sam he turned away,
+      Too full of wrath to swear.
+    "Let thunder all the drums!" he cried,
+      While swelled his soul, like Mars;
+    "A million Northern boys I'll get
+      To bring me home my stars."
+
+    And on his mare, stout Betsey Jane,
+      To Northside town he flew;
+    The dogs they barked, the bells did ring,
+      And countless bugles blew.
+    "My stolen stars!" cried Uncle Sam,
+      "My stolen stars!" cried he,
+    "A million soldiers I must have
+      To bring them back to me."
+
+    "Dry up your tears, good Uncle Sam;
+      Dry up!" said Puritan,
+    "We'll bring you home your stolen stars,
+      Or perish every man!"
+    And at the words a million rose,
+      All ready for the fray;
+    And columns formed, like rivers deep,
+      And Southward marched away.
+
+       *       *       *       *       *
+
+    And still old Uncle Samuel
+      Sits by his fireside near,
+    Smokin' of his kinnikinnick
+      And drinkin' lager-beer;
+    While there's a tremble in the earth,
+      A gleaming of the sky,
+    And the rivers stop to listen
+      As the million marches by.
+
+
+
+
+DEBATE
+
+between Rev. Ebenezer SLABSIDES and Honorable Felix GARROTTE,
+
+Delivered Before General ROSECRANS and the Society of the Toki.
+
+
+     The subject of discussion was--"WHO DESERVED THE GREATEST
+     PRAISE: MR. COLUMBUS, FOR DISCOVERING AMERICA, OR MR.
+     WASHINGTON, FOR DEFENDING IT AFTER IT WAS DISCOVERED?" The
+     two characters are personated by an instantaneous change of
+     feature.
+
+[The Honorable FELIX GARROTTE arose, and said:]
+
+Mr. President, and Gentlemen of this Lyceum:
+
+I suppose the whole country is aware that I take sides with Mr.
+Kerlumbus, and I hope, Mr. President, that I may be allowed to go a
+leetle into detail in regard to the history of my hero. I find, Mr.
+President, after a deal of research, that Mr. Kerlumbus was born in
+the year 1492, at Rome, a small town situated on the banks of the
+Nile, a small creek that takes its rise in the Alps, and flows in a
+south-westerly direction, and empties into the Gulf of Mexico.
+
+Mr. Kerlumbus's parents were poor; his father was a basket-maker, and,
+being in such low circumstances, was unable to give his only son that
+education which his talents and genius demanded. He therefore bound
+him out to a shepherd, who sot him to watchin' swine on the banks of
+the Nile; and it was thar, sir, by a cornstalk and rush-light fire, a
+readin' the history of Robinson Crusoe, that first inspired in his
+youthful breast the seeds of sympathy and ambition. Sympathy for what?
+Why, sir, to rescue that unfortunate hero, Mr. Crusoe, from his
+solitary and lone situation upon the island of Juan Fernandeze, and
+restore him to the bosom of his family in Germany. He accordingly made
+immediate application to Julius Caesar for two canoes and a yawl, eight
+men, and provisions to last him a three-days' cruise; but, sir, he was
+indignantly refused. He was tuk up the next day and tried by a
+court-martial for treason, and sentenced to two months' banishment
+upon the island of Cuba--a small island situated in the Mediterranean
+Sea--which has lately been purchased by the Sons of Malta for Jeff
+Davis.
+
+But, sir, he was not to be intimidated by this harsh and cruel
+treatment. No, sir-ee; on the contrary, he was inspired with renewed
+zeal and energy; and I can put into the mouth of my hero the immortal
+words which Milton spoke to the Duke of Wellington, at the siege of
+Yorktown:
+
+  "Once more into the breach, dear friends!"
+
+Well, after the tarm of his banishment had expired, he returned to
+Rome, and he found that Caesar had died again, and that Alexander the
+Great had succeeded him. Well, he made the same demand of Alexander
+that he made of Mr. Caesar, but he met with a similar denial; but,
+finally, through the intermediation of Cleopatra, (that was Aleck's
+first wife,) he ultimately succeeded.
+
+It is unnecessary for me to go into a detail of his outfit and voyage.
+Suffice it to say, that, after having been tossed about upon waves
+that ran mountain-high, all his crew was lost, except himself and a
+small boy, and they were thrown upon the state of insensibility.
+
+Well, when he came-to, he rose up, in the majesty of his strength, and
+found he was upon an island; so he pulled out his red cotton bandana
+handkercher, tied it to a fish-pole, and rared the stake of Alexander,
+and took formal possession of the territory in his name, and he called
+it San Salvador; that was in honor of Cleopatra's eldest daughter.
+
+Well now, you see, Cleopatra was so well pleased with the honor
+conferred upon her daughter, that she migrated to this country for to
+settle; hence you see the long line of distinguished antecedents that
+she left here previously, and they are known as _pat_riots, from
+Cleo_patra_.
+
+Now, sir, having accomplished the great and paramount object of his
+life, he was ready for to die. The natives, therefore, for intrudin'
+upon their sile, tuk him prisoner, stripped him of his hunting-shirt
+and other clothing, tarred and feathered him, and rid him on a rail!
+Thus perished that truly great and good man, who lived and died for
+mankind. One more remark, Mr. President, and then I am done; and I lay
+it down as a particular pint in my argument. If it had not have been
+for Mr. Kerlumbus, Mr. Washington would never have been born; besides
+all this, Mr. Washington was a coward. With these remarks, I leave the
+floor to abler hands.
+
+     [Here Mr. SLABSIDES arose, much excited at hearing Mr.
+     Washington called a coward, and said:]
+
+Mr. President: I, sir, for one, am sureptaciously surprised at the
+quiet manner in which you have listened to the base suspersions cast
+upon that glorious and good man. Mr. Washington a coward! Why, sir,
+lockjawed be the mouth that spoke it. Mr. Washington a coward! Mr.
+President, my blood's a-bilin' at the idea. Why, sir, look at him at
+the battle of Tippecanoe! Look at him at the battle of Sarah Gordon!
+Look at him at the battle of New Orleans! Did he display cowardice
+thar, sir, or at any of the similar battles that he fout? I ask you,
+sir, did he display cowardice at the battle of New Orleans?
+
+     [Mr. GARROTTE arose, and responded to the question. Said he:]
+
+The gentleman will allow me to correct him, one moment. Mr.
+Washington, sir, never fit the battle of New Orleans. He couldn't have
+fout that battle, for he'd been dead more'n _two weeks_ afore that ar
+battle was ever fout. He never fit the battle of New Orleans.
+
+Mr. Slabsides.--Will the gentleman--will Mr. Garrotte please state who
+it was that fit the battle of New Orleans? The gentleman has seen fit
+to interrupt me; will he please to state who it was fit the battle of
+New Orleans?
+
+Hon. Felix Garrotte.--If the gentleman will have patience to turn to
+Josephus, or read Benjamin Franklin's History of the Black-Hawk War,
+you will thar learn, sir, that it was General Douglas that fit the
+battle of New Orleans.
+
+Mr. Slabsides.--I thank my very learned opponent, not only for his
+instructions, but more especially for his corrections, in which he has
+shown himself totally ignorant of history, men, and things. I contend,
+Mr. President, notwithstanding the gentleman's assertion to the
+contrary, that Mr. Washington not only fit the battle of New Orleans,
+but that he is _alive now_, sir! I have only to pint you, Mr.
+President, and gentlemen of this lyceum, to his quiet and retired home
+at _Sandoval_, on the banks of the Tombigbee River, whar he now
+resides, conscious of his private worth and of the glorious
+achievements heaped upon his grateful brow by his aged countrymen; and
+allow me to call your attention to the fact that General Douglas never
+fit the battle of New Orleans. He couldn't have fout that battle,
+cause he was dead. Yes, sir, and I can prove it, if you'll have the
+patience to turn and look over Horace Greeley's History of the Kansas
+Hymn-book War; for there you will find that General Douglas, at the
+head of an army of negroes, made a desperate charge on Mason and
+Dixon's line, and Horace said he never breathed afterward.
+
+     [Hereupon the speaker left in disgust at the ignorance of
+     his opponent.]
+
+
+
+
+A SERMON FROM THE HARP OF A THOUSAND STRINGS.
+
+Preached before General Rosecrans and Staff.
+
+
+My Beluved Brethering:
+
+I am a plain and unlarnt preacher, of whom you've no doubt heern on
+afore; and I now appear to expound the scripters, and pint out the
+narrow way which leads from a vain world to the streets of the
+Juroosalum; and my tex which I shall choose for the occasion is
+somewhar between the second Chronikills and the last chapter of
+Timothy Titus, and when found you will find it in these words: "And
+they shall gnaw a file, and flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam, whar
+the lion roareth and the whang-doodle mourneth for its first-born."
+
+Now, my beluved brethering, as I have afore told you, I am an
+unedicated man, and know nothing about grammar talk and collidge
+highfaluting; but I'm a plain, unlarnt preacher of the Gospil, what's
+been foreordained, and called to expound the scripters to a dyin'
+world, and prepare a perverse generation for the day of wrath; "for
+they shall gnaw a file, and flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam, whar
+the lion roareth and the whang-doodle mourneth for its first-born."
+
+My beluved brethering, the text says "they shall gnaw a file." It
+don't say they _may_, but they _shall_. And now, there's more'n one
+kind of file: there's the hand-saw file, rat-tail file, single file,
+double file, and profile; but the kind of file spoken of here isn't
+one of them kind neither, because it's a figger of speech, my
+brethering, and means goin' it alone, getting ukered; "for they shall
+gnaw a file, and flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam, whar the lion
+roareth and the whang-doodle mourneth for its first-born."
+
+And now, there be some here with fine clothes on thar backs, brass
+rings on thar fingers, and lard on thar har, what goes it while
+they're young; and thar be brothers here what, as long as thar
+constitutions and forty-cent whisky last, goes it blind; and thar be
+sisters here what, when they get sixteen years old, cut thar
+tiller-ropes and goes it with a rush. But I say, my brethering, take
+care you don't find, when Gabriel blows his last trump, that you've
+all went it alone and got ukered; "for they shall gnaw a file, and
+flee unto the mountains of Hepsidam."
+
+And, my brethering, there's more dam beside Hepsidam: thar's
+Rotterdam, Haddam, Amsterdam, mill-dam, and don't-care-a-dam; the last
+of which, my dear brethering, is the worst of all, and reminds me of a
+circumstance I once knew in the State of Illinoy. There was a man what
+built him a mill on the east fork of Auger Creek, and it was a good
+mill, and ground a site of grain; but the man what built it was a
+miserable sinner, and never give any thing to the church; and, my
+brethering, one night thar come a dreadful storm of wind and rain, and
+the fountains of the great deep was broken up, and the waters rushed
+down and swept that man's mill-dam into kingdom come, and, lo, and
+behold! in the morning, when he got up, he found he was not worth a
+dam. Now, my young brethering, when storms of temptation overtake ye,
+take care you don't fall from grace, and become like that mill--not
+worth a dam; "for they shall gnaw a file, and flee unto the mountains
+of Hepsidam, whar the lion roareth and the whang-doodle mourneth for
+its first-born."
+
+"Whar the whang-doodle mourneth for its first-born." This part of the
+tex, my brethering, is another figger of speech, and isn't to be taken
+as it says. It doesn't mean the howlin' wilderness whar John the
+Hard-shell Baptist was fed on locusts and wild asses; but it means, my
+brethering, the city of New Yorleans, whar corn is worth six bits a
+bushel one day, and nary red the next; whar gamblers, thieves, and
+pickpockets go skiting about the streets like weasels in a barnyard;
+whar they have cream-colored hosses, gilded carriages, marble saloons
+with brandy and sugar in 'em; whar honest men are scarcer than hens'
+teeth; and whar a strange woman once tuk in your beluved preacher, and
+bamboozled him out of two hundred and twenty-seven dollars; but she
+can't do it again, hallelujah! For "they shall gnaw a file, and flee
+unto the mountains of Hepsidam, whar the lion roareth and the
+whang-doodle mourneth for its first-born."
+
+Brother Flint will please pass round the hat, and let every Hard-shell
+shell out.
+
+
+
+
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