soldiers, and got back to their works just ant?" To which he replied, "Very combefore daylight, with small loss. Captain fortable; but I feel as if that stump of a G-, discovering that they were complete- leg you cut off was on again and the toes ly surrounded and that there was no chance were cold." The Captain said it made of escape, contrived to climb a tree, and him shudder to hear William speak so there he remained undiscovered until the coolly, and he turned his head so as to look rebels retreated, when he came down and in his face. As he gazed at him he thought started towards our lines. He had gone his eyes looked strangely. At that mobut a short distance when he suddenly ment William sat up, and in a voice which came upon four rebels armed with rifles, never sounded louder or clearer, shouted who at the same moment saw him. It to his men, "Forward-march!" and fell was a critical situation, but the Captain back dead.

was equal to it. Marching directly up to

dier.

them he said: "What the devil are you Prayers for the President by a Dying Soldoing here?" The secesh were rather taken aback by his authoritative and bold manner, and never doubting for a moment that his Company were at hand, unhesitatingly laid down their arms upon his ordering them to do so. Soon after, our troops and pickets were greatly puzzled by the sight of four strapping Confederates marching in line in the direction of camp with a Federal officer immediately behind, a revolver in one hand, his sword in the other. was Captain G―, marching his four prisoners to head-quarters.

It

The attack on Lee's Mills, near Yorktown, by the Fourth and Sixth Vermont regiments will be long remembered, and there was at least one incident connected with that attack which proves how much stranger is truth than fiction. In the summer of 1861, a private was court-martialed for sleeping on his post, out near Chain Bridge on the Upper Potomac. He was convicted, and his sentence was death; the finding was approved of by the General, and the day fixed for his execution. He was a youth of more than ordinary intelli

"Forward! March!"-Last Words of a Fed-gence; he did not beg for pardon, but was

eral Lieutenant at Newbern.

willing to meet his fate. The time drew A touching scene on the battle-field is near; the stern necessity of war required the following, which occurred at Newbern, that an example should be made of some North Carolina: The Lieutenant was in one; his was an aggravated case. But advance of his men in the bayonet charge, the facts reached the ears of the Presiwhen a volley from the enemy shattered dent; he resolved to save him; he signed his right leg and the Captain's left. They a pardon and sent it out; the day came. were both removed and laid side by side," Suppose," thought the President, "my when William called to the Surgeon and pardon has not reached him." The telesaid, "Surgeon, you must amputate my leg, I cannot stand this." The Captain tried to persuade him not to have it removed, but he was determined, and said it must be done. The surgeon then administered chloroform and amputated his leg. As soon as the operation was performed, William called for a cigar, and smoked it very leisurely until the fire was near to his lips. The surgeon then came along, and inquired, “How do you feel now, Lieuten- the enemy poured a volley upon them.

graph was called into requisition; an answer did not come promptly. "Bring up my carriage," he ordered. It came, and soon the important State papers were dropped, and through the hot broiling sun and dusty roads he rode to the camp, about ten miles, and saw that the soldier was saved. He perhaps forgot the incident, but the soldier did not. When the Vermont regiments charged upon the rifle-pits,

The first man who fell, with six bullets in of course, the general theme of conversa. his body, was William Scott, of Company tion. "War!-war to the death!" was K. His comrades caught him up, and as nearly the only expression that could be his life blood ebbed away, he raised to heard. Every body was volunteering, and heaven, amid the din of war, the cries of the whole city seemed to be in uniform. the dying, and the shouts of the enemy, a In the midst of the excitement a little boy. prayer for the President, and as he died about five years old, came out of one of the he remarked to his comrade that he had shown he was no coward and not afraid to die.

Wigs on Rebel Majors.

He was too big not to be a soldier

Colonel A. K. Johnson, of the Twentyeighth Illinois, shared in the dangers of many a bold adventure. On the last day of the action at Pittsburg Landing, and while the rebels were flying in confusion from their works, three of the officers in their flight passed very near the place where Colonel Johnson was stationed. The Colonel instantly started in pursuit. Coming within pistol range, he fired at the nearest of his flying foes; this brought the rebel officer down on his horse's neck. Colonel Johnson believing this to be a feint to avoid a second shot, determined to drag him from his saddle by main force. Riding up to his side for this purpose, he seized him by the hair of his head, but to his astonishment and disgust, he only brought off the rebel Major's wig. Instantly recovering his headway, he again started for the delinquent, but his pistol had done its Military Notation according to President

work, and before the Colonel reached him his lifeless body had fallen from the saddle.

parlors, dressed in the full uniform of a Confederate Captain. He looked so pretty and smart that I patted him on the head, saying, "You're a very little man to be a soldier." He turned, measured me with his eye, and replied, "You're a very big man not to be a soldier!" The crowd appreciated it, and I paid for the liquor.

Lincoln.

Somebody asked President Lincoln how many men the rebels had in the field. He replied very seriously, "Twelve hundred He was Too Big not to be a Soldier. thousand, according to the best authority." When the present war commenced [says The interrogator blanched in the face, at a contributor to Harper's Drawer,] I was this reply, and ejaculated despairingly, practicing law in the State of Georgia. I"My God!" "Yes, Sir, twelve hundred was a strong Union man, and concluded to thousand-no doubt of it! You see, all leave the land of secession and return to of our Generals, when they get whipped, my native city. I started for Mobile to say the enemy outnumbers them from run the blockade; when I reached Mont- three or five to one, and I must believe gomery, Alabama, I found I would have them. We have four hundred thousand to remain until the next day. That even- men in the field, and three times four make ing, after tea, there was a large crowd in twelve. Don't you see it?" The inquisithe rotunda of the hotel, and the war was, tive man looked for his hat soon after

"seeing it." The President's arithmeti- | did not see any way of escape until one cal logic was altogether too square and of them, noticing his splendid pair of resimple to be withstood, without question- volvers, said they would relieve him of ing the veracity of somebody's statements. them. "Certainly, gentlemen," said the Perhaps Mr. L. P. Walker, or Mr. Judah Captain, drawing them from his belt beP. Benjamin, the Confederate secretaries hind him, and cocking them silently; "here of war-and so well known as 'gentle- they are!" As he said these words, he men of undoubted veracity!' could ex-fired each, and two men fell dead at his plain the discrepancy in numbers which so feet, while he wheeled and secured cover puzzled the good President.

Judah P. Benjamin.

in some thick bushes, eluding the immediate pursuit of all but two bullets, one of which pierced his canteen, the other, a small round pistol ball, passing through his left cheek, and coming out of his Imouth, without injuring a single tooth, but slightly cutting his tongue!

Carter's Polite Mode of Giving Information. General Carter's expeditionary tour into East Tennessee, in the winter of 1862-3, was attended with many brilliant successes as well as noteworthy incidents. Among the latter was a little occurrence, brief and decisive, at Blountsville and Zollicoffer, the former being the countyseat of Sullivan County. As the forces, or a portion of them, entered that town, Captain Strong Delivering his Revolvers. a lady was observed at her door, throwing While on duty extending the line of up her hands, and exclaiming: "The pickets, three miles north-west of Chain Yankees! the Yankees! Great God, we Bridge, Captain Strong, of the Second are lost!" After stopping at BlountsRegiment, Wisconsin Volunteers, was ville, a few minutes, to feed their horses, taken prisoner. As he neared the river they proceeded toward Zollicoffer, forhe left three men, while, according to the merly called Union Station, on the Virorders of Major Larrabee, he reconnoi- ginia and East Tennessee railroad. At tered, preparatory to assigning them posi- this station were encamped about one huntions. Having proceeded about a quarter dred and fifty of the Sixty-second North of a mile without discovering the slightest Carolina regiment, Confederate soldiers, trace of the enemy, he returned by a slightly different route, to avoid the rough road he had passed over, when he suddenly was surrounded by six rebel pickets -two cavalry and four infantry. The of the day, when one of them replied that Captain surrendered; and while they there was "a rumor of there being a lot marched him about twenty rods, amused of Yankees within a few miles of

under command of Major McDowell. Colonel Carter, being in advance, met three citizens, and, after passing the salutations of the morning, inquired the news

themselves by applying the choicest epi- Blountsville."

thets, and promising themselves the pleas- "Ah! indeed," said Colonel Carter; ure of a hanging bee. The Captain won-"who is in command at the station bedered they did not disarm him, but still low?"

Pray, Sir, who may you be?" "Colonel Carter, Second Tennessee regiment, Federal troops!"

federate scouts, and passed within a few
feet of them through one of the most im-
portant of the mountain passes. Old
Macfarland-the name of the hero of the
bell-thus won the soubriquet of the bell-
wether, by which name he became known
all through the camps. He was a rough,
and good humored old man, with a full
supply of mother-wit, and was accustomed
to speak of himself as 'under size and
over age for a soldier,' which he literally

was.

Bishops Meade and Polk in Consultation.

The appoint

the Confederate States.
ment was urged upon him for a considera-
ble time before he accepted it, and pre-
viously to his doing so he paid a visit to
the venerable Bishop Meade, at his home
near Winchester, to consult with him

The Right Rev. Leonidas Polk, Episcopal Bishop of the Diocese of Louisiana, forsook the gown for the sword at an early The Major looked utterly blank and down-hearted, but concluded that resist- stage of the rebellion, having been comance was useless, when the Colonel in-missioned a Major-General in the army of formed him that he would impart to him, with the greatest pleasure in the world, the information he was seeking, namely, that there was a large Federal force in his rear-and, in order to prevent the effusion of blood, it would be policy to advise a surrender of the post. The poor Major agreed to this, and accordingly advised Lieutenant Inloes to surrender, which he did. It was a big day's business both for Carter and McDowell, though a little more satisfactory to the former than the latter.

about it.

Bishop Meade told him truly that he already held a commission in a very different army, to which he owed allegiance 'till life's journey ends.'

"I know that very well," replied Bishop Polk, "and I do not intend to resign it. On the contrary, I shall only prove the more faithful to it by doing all that in me lies to bring this unhallowed and unnatural war to a speedy and happy close. We of the Confederate States are the last bulwarks of civil and religious liberty; we fight for our hearthstones and our altars; above all, we fight for a race that has been by Divine Providence entrusted to our most sacred keeping. When I ac

Disguised as a Bell-Wether. Among the loyal Tennesseeans who, in 'the times that tried men's souls,' came into the Union Camp in Kentucky, was a little fellow of about five feet four inches, with gray and grizzled beard, dilapidated nose, and an eye as keen as a fish-hawk's. The manner of his escape from the military clutches of the secessionists was remarkable and highly ingenious. He cept a commission in the Confederate army, headed a large squad of his neighbors, therefore, I not only perform the duties of and eluded the Confederate pickets, by a good citizen, but contend for the prinwearing a big sheep's bell on his head, and ciples which lie at the foundation of our bleating away over the mountains, fol- social, political, and religious polity." lowed by a herd of men who did likewise. By this stratagem he deceived the Con- that the Bishop soon afterwards accepted

The result of this conversation was,

1

the appointment which so soon cost him Cat expedition, asked the darkey on his his life. return to Nashville, how long the army was on the march from its encampment to the battle-field.

Polk was a native of Tennessee, and at an early age entered the Military Academy at West Point, where he graduated with distinguished honors,-a contemporary of Jefferson Davis, General Lee, General Johnston, and General Magruder, all birds of the same feather and hatched in the same nest.

"About four days," was the reply. "Well, how long were they in marching back?"

"About two days, massa.”

Could the

"Why, how is that, Joe? men travel any faster back, when they were broken down with their four days' Yielding only when He Lost His Head. march and a severe fight, than they travOf the many instances of personal eled forward after a good rest in camp?" bravery among the privates, in the fight "Oh, I'll tell you what made the differat Fort Donelson, probably but a small ence, massa," said Old Joe; "it was the proportion will ever be recorded in the music. They marched toward Wild Cat printed page. Here is one instance, too to the tune of Dixie. When they marched memorable to allow to pass unnoticed: A back, the tune was-Fire in the mounprivate in the Ninth Illinois regiment was tains-run, boys, run!'"

shot through the arm in the early part of

that sanguinary engagement, which par- Firing Twenty-two Rounds with a Ball in his Thigh. alyzed the limb for a moment. Leaving

the ranks, he went back a short distance A very remarkable and praiseworthy to where the temporary hospital was case is recorded of a young man attached placed, had his arm dressed, and returned to the Thirty-first regiment of Illinois volto take his place. Shortly afterward he unteers, when in battle. He received a received a shot in the thigh, which pros-musket shot wound in the right thigh, the trated him. To some of his companions ball passing through the intervening flesh, who came up to render him assistance, he and lodging in the left thigh. The boy remarked, “I guess I can manage to get repaired to the rear and applied to the back," and by the assistance of his gun he doctor to dress his wound. He however once more limped to the hospital. Feel- was observed to manifest a peculiar reserve ing considerably better after his wound in the matter, requesting the doctor to keep was dressed, he again sought his regiment his misfortune a secret from his comrades and took his place in the ranks. While and officers. He then asked the surgeon if in a stooping position as a skirmisher, a ball entered the back part of his neck, and passed lengthwise through his body. Before he fell headlong to the ground, four or five other balls struck him in the head, literally shattering it to pieces, and scattering his brains in every direction. The name of those whom no extremity of danger and blood could daunt, in the war against rebellion, was Legion.

Change of Tune and Position.

A gentleman whose slave accompanied a young Confederate officer on the Wild

he would dress his wound at once, in order that he might be enabled to return to the fight. The doctor told him that he was not in a condition to admit of his return, and that he had better go to the hospital; but the young brave insisted upon going back, offering as an argument in favor of it the fact that he had fired twenty-two rounds after receiving his wound, and he was confident he could fire as many more after his wound should be dressed. The surgeon found he could not prevent his returning to the field, so he attended to his wants, and the young soldier went off to rejoin his