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Foolhardiness and its Terrible Penalty. When our forces were at Tybee, a party of Germans went one day up to Goat's Point. One of the privates stood on the summit of a sandhill, perhaps a hundred yards less than a mile from Pulaski, (which was as near as the Federals could get,) and waved his hat. The others went back out of sight, but could see the rebels bringing a gun to bear. They warned their comrade, but he would not heed. As he stood with his back to the fort, a barbette gun sent out a little cloud. Then came the thunder, the rushing ball, and the rash man lay disemboweled and cut in two on the sand. It was a splendid shot, such as could not be equaled in a month's practice.

Cost of a Canteen of Water.

Mr. Hepworth, Chaplain to one of the Massachusetts regiments, relates the story of a curious capture, as follows:

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It was certainly a very courteous invitation, and there seemed no way to avoid accepting it; for the rebel kept him covered with his rifle. He was in an unpleasant predicament; and, when the rebel had enjoyed his embarrassment long enough, he cried out

"I say, Yank, aren't you coming? or shall I send some lead after you ?"

This was a very pointed remark. Nothing was left the poor Unionist but to obey; and so, with unwilling steps, he walked over to the jocose rebel and gave himself

up.

Steedman taking the Flag.

It was about four o'clock of that afternoon on which occurred the battle of Chickamauga, when a part of General SteedOne of our men was captured by a very man's division of the Reserve Corps bowed neat piece of strategy. About a hundred their heads to the fierce storm of lead as and fifty yards from the front of one of if it had been rain, and betrayed signs of our regiments was a spring of clear cold breaking. The line wavered like a great water. After having drunk the vile fluid flag in a breath of wind. They were as which oozes through a clay bank, often- splendid material as ever shouldered a times impregnated with a very disagree-musket, but then-what could they do in able odor, and always having the appear- such a blinding tempest? General Steedance of mud paste, (being chiefly composed man rode up. A great, hearty man, broadof that very necessary but not always pal-breasted, broad-shouldered, a face written atable substance,) the boys were willing to all over with sturdy sense and stout courrun some little risk for the sake of a age; no lady's man to make bouquets for draught of genuine water. One day a showy fingers, and sing 'Meet me by moonsick man asked a chum to fill his canteen. light alone,' like some fancy Generals, but Without hesitation he promised to do so; realizing fully the description given of the and so, crawling up with all due caution, stout old Morgan of the Revolution. Well, he at length reached the spring. up rode old Steedman, took the flag from the color-bearer, glanced along the wavering front, and with that voice of his, that could talk against a small rattle of musketry, cried out, "Go back, boys, go back; but the flag can't go with you!" grasped the staff, wheeled his horse, and rode on. it necessary to say that the column closed up and grew firm, and moved resistlessly on like a great strong river, and swept down upon the foe, and made a record that

It so happened, however, that a rebel sharpshooter had seen him. He waited quietly till the canteen was filled, and then drawing a bead on the soldier, cried

out

"I say, Yank!"

The startled Unionist at once saw his predicament, and began to think that his last minute had come. He at last got voice enough to cry out

Is

shall live when their graves are as empty | a feint; the rebel leaned forward to arrest as the cave of Macpelah?

Glad for Burnside.

the blow, but employing too much energy, he could not recover himself at once. The Missourian perceived his advantage, and knew he could not lose it. In five seconds more it would be too late. His enemy glared at him like a wild beast, and was on the eve of striking again. Another feint; another dodge on the rebel's part, and then the heavy blade of the Missourian hurtled through the air, and fell with

When the telegram from Cumberland Gap reached President Lincoln that "firing was heard in the direction of Knoxville," he remarked that he was "glad of it." Some person present, who had the perils of Burnside's position uppermost in his mind, could not see why Mr. Lincoln should be "glad of it," and so expressed tremendous force upon the Mississippian's himself. "Why, you see," responded the President, "it reminds me of Mrs. Sallie Ward, a neighbor of mine, who had a large family. Occasionally one of her numerous progeny would be heard crying in some out-of-the-way place, upon which Mistress Sallie would exclaim, "There's one of my children that isn't dead yet."

Bowie-Knife Conflict at the Battle of Pea-
Ridge.

While the fight was raging about Miser's farmhouse, at the battle of Pea-Ridge, on Friday morning, a Union soldier belonging to the Twenty-fifth Missouri regiment and a member of a rebel Mississippi company, became separated from their commands, and found each other climbing the same fence. The rebel had one of those long knives made of a file, which the South has so extensively paraded, but so rarely used, and the Missourian had one also, having picked it up on the field.

neck. The blood spurted from the throat, and the head fell over, almost entirely severed from the body. Ghastly sight-too ghastly even for the doer of the deed! He fainted at the spectacle, weakened by the loss of his own blood, and was soon after butchered by a Seminole who saw him sink to the earth.

Kearney, the "One-Armed Devil." Of the many noble Generals who took part in the battles of the Peninsula, one of the most active and efficient was Gen

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Maj Gen. Phil. Kearney.

The rebel challenged his enemy to a fair open combat with the knife, intending to bully him, no doubt, but the challenge was promptly accepted. The two removed their coats, rolled up their sleeves, and began. The Mississippian had more skill, but his opponent more strength, and conse- eral Kearney. He was always foremost quently the latter could not strike his enemy, while he received several cuts on the head and breast. The blood began trickling rapidly down the Unionist's face and running into his eyes, almost blinding him. The Union man became desperate, for he saw the secessionist was unhurt. He made

in the fray, and many times it is said he was observed with his bridle in his teeth, while with his right arm, the only one he had, grasping his sword, he charged at a furious rate among the enemy. The Confederates styled him the "one-armed devil," and at the battle of Williamsburg he was

watched by them and their officers, some alarm the others. His tree was about

twenty rods from one of the Union pits. When our men fired on the advancing rebel pickets, he of course saw the fix he was in that he was indeed and decidedly up a

tree.

of the most accurate sharpshooters being ordered to "draw a bead on that one-armed devil;" yet they did not bring him down. Finally, a rebel Colonel ordered his entire regiment according to the statement of a prisoner taken at the battle-to withdraw "I say, big nigger," called out one of the their fire from everything else and centre Union soldiers, "you better come down it "on that officer with one arm." His or- from there." der was obeyed, and the entire regimentthe Fifth Carolina-discharged a volley at General Kearney, but he was unhurt.

Negro Rifleman Brought Down at Yorktown.

One of the best morning's work done at Yorktown was that of reducing to a state of perfect inutility in this mundane sphere, a rebel negro rifleman, who, through his skill as a marksman, had done more injury

Negro Rifleman.

"What for?" returned the big nigger.

"I want you as prisoner."

"Not as this chile knows of," replied the concealed Ethiop.

"Just as you say," replied our sharpshooter.

In about an hour the darkey poked his head out. Our man was on the lookout for him; he had his rifle on the bead-line ready-pulled the trigger-whiz-z went the bullet, down came the negro. He was shot through the head.

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Tragical Death of General Baker.

At the battle of Ball's Bluff, while Colonel Wistar was doing glorious service in council and action at the crisis hour in that hard-fought struggle, a ball shattered his sword arm-he dropped his weapon, picked it up with his left hand, and General Baker himself restored it to its scabbard. Alas! that the chivalric leader should never again do such a kindly service for a brother in arms! The yelling enemy began to pour in overwhelmingly, a large body of them pressing down from the left. The General ordered the troops around him to stand firm, and cried

-Yankees!"

to our men than any dozen of his white compeers, in the attempted labor of trimming off the complement of Union sharpshooters. The latter had known him a long "Who are those men?" time, had kept an eye on him, and lain in "Confederate troops, you wait to pick him off. His habit was to perch No sooner did they give this reply than himself in a big tree, and, keeping himself they rushed almost within bayonet distance. hid behind the body, annoy the Union men One huge, red-haired ruffian now stepped by firing upon them. He climbed the tree from behind the trees, and drawing a reas usual one morning, but in advance of volver, came within five feet of General the others coming out, and, smuggling him- Baker, and fired four balls at the General's self into his position, was anticipating his head, every one of which took effect, and usual day of quietude. The Union men a glorious soul fled through their ghastly might have killed him as he came out, but openings, for he fell on his back against a purposely avoided shooting, so as not to tree and died instantly. Captain Beiral

seized the slayer by the throat and blew out his brains-the hero and the traitor falling within the same minute, and face to face. In a second the enemy swarmed over the spot. "For God's sake, boys,"

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General E. D. Baker.

Too Fond of Chestnuts.

The capture of Lieutenant Segal, of the Confederate army in Virginia, was a neat and amusing affair. On Friday, the 4th October, 1861, a scouting party of eighteen men, under Lieutenant-Colonel B. Winslow and Captain L. B. Shattuck, of the Thirty-seventh New York Regiment, were out in the vicinity of the enemy's lines, about five miles from Fall's Church in the direction of Fairfax. As they were proceeding in silence and caution, through dense woods, they heard the tramp of horses and the jingle of sabre scabbards. The Lieutenant-Colonel and Captain, ordering their men to halt, went to reconnoitre. In a short time, one of them came upon an open space where they saw four rebels seated under a large chestnut tree, by the side of a road, and engaged in eating chestnuts. The Confederates saw him, and sprang upon their horses. The officer crying in a loud voice "Charge!" by the time the scouting party had got up, the four" gallant " horsemen were beyond pursuit. Our men were about gathering up

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cried Adjutant Harvey, in his hot English way, are you going to let them have the General's body?" An angry howl was the answer, when a dozen of our fellows charged, with set teeth and bayonets fixed, upon the rebels, who surrendered their the spoils of victory, which consisted of priceless trophy. four sabres, two revolvers, four coats and

Colonel Baker was in plain dress, wearing a regulation hat with a black plume. He had no distinguishing mark as Colonel, and was not unnecessarily conspicuous. His right hand had been maimed a week or two before the fight, and he kept it in his breast. He constantly passed up and down the ranks encouraging his soldiers, saying,"Men, don't run till I run," "Keep your courage up," and other words of cheer. He was exceedingly anxious for a bayonet charge, having more faith in that than in any other weapon. Indeed, he was constantly drilling his men in the bayonet exercise, and, when on parade or drill, he insisted upon their going through every movement. He was a whole-souled hero, blankets, when they saw a horse tied to a

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but his bravery cost him his life. His was that "good gray head which all men knew and loved." He fell gloriously with the "light of battle" on his features.

Fairfax Court House.

tree by the wayside. A further search revealed its master, perched upon the lower limb of a large chestnut-whither he had climbed with his sabre to lop off the tempt

One half of the troops

ing fruit. A dozen rifles pointed at his | Alexandria. breast soon brought him to reason, and he crossed the Long Bridge, and marched surrendered himself a prisoner. When he got down, and felt safe, he began to "blow," with true southern chivalry; and, when brought before General McDowell, coolly boasted that in the battle of Bull Run he had aimed repeatedly at the General, but had always missed. General McDowell smiled, and said that "he would send him somewhere where he would not have another such chance for some time."

No Calculation of that Sort.

After the battle of Pittsburg Landing and General Grant's complete victory at that point, General Buell, a thorough soldier, began criticising in a friendly way the impolicy of his having fought a battle with the Tennessee river behind him.

"Where, if beaten, could you have retreated, General?" asked Bell.

"I didn't mean to be beaten," was Grant's sententious reply.

"But suppose you had been defeated, despite all your exertions?"

"Well, there were the transports to carry the remains of the command across the river."

down the right bank of the Potomac, to enter Alexandria by the rear, and to cut off any rebel troops who might be lurking about the city. The other half, including the Fire Zouaves under Colonel Ellsworth, descended the river in steamers, from the Washington Navy Yard. It was in the first gray of the morning, when the steamers touched at the wharves. Of this division Colonel Ellsworth was in command. He was one of the first to land. While

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"But, General," urged Buell, "your the regiment was forming in line, one comwhole transports could not contain over pany was sent, post haste, to seize the teleten thousand men; and it would be im- graph station, that no communication could possible for them to make more than one be sent to Richmond of their landing trip in the face of the enemy." This was of such vital importance, that Col. Ellsworth himself accompanied the party, passing through the streets on the full run.

"Well, if I had been beaten," said General Grant, pausing to light another cigar as he spoke, "transportation for ten thousand men would have been abundant for all that would be left of us."

This anecdote is eminently characteristic, the data for the proper appreciation of it being that General Grant had about fifty thousand men over the river.

On their way they went by the Marshall House, a hotel kept by one Jackson, over the roof of which a secession flag was flaunted. "We must have that flag," said Col. Ellsworth, and, rushing in, he found a white man, in the front room, half dressed, and a negro. "Who raised that Tragedy of Ellsworth's Assassination. flag?" inquired the Colonel. "I do not It was 2 o'clock in the morning of the know," was the reply, "I am a boarder 24th of May, when the expedition planned here." Followed by two or three he sprang by General Scott started secretly from up stairs to the roof of the house, seized Washington to take military possession of the rebel bauner, and was descending with

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