ble, which was not long in being accom- pass unnoticed. Still, in consideration of plished. Then the boys went to the mule the recaptured twenty-five mules, "and yard, let down the bars, mounted two of more too," he did not inflict any severe the best, without saddle or bridle, and castigation or put them in arrest, but, started for Paducah, the whole lot follow-thanking them for the services rendered, ing at break-neck pace, and braying in the dismissed them with a caution to leave most diabolical chorus. The keepers were their profanity behind when they came not long in discovering the trick, and gave again to head-quarters, and the boys left, chase as far as they deemed it prudent declaring, as they closed the door, that toward our lines, but to no purpose; and "such a pious old cuss had'nt any busiin good season Saturday afternoon the ness to be around amongst sojers." boys made their appearance at General Smith's headquarters to report, their faces beaming with a glow of satisfaction hard to describe. Their report was a clarified condensation of Laconism, in dialogue shape: General Smith-Well, boys, what luck? ed 'em. General S.-But that is more than we have lost. You did'nt steal any, I hope? Soldier-Steal! C-ristopher, steal! No, siree, but you see we did't have time to put the bars up after we had got Uncle Sam's out, and the things would foller; a very bad habit with some mules. The General drew on an elongated countenance, and as sternly as though he had been judge, and was sentencing a culprit to a life-time of imprisonment, lectured the soldier roundly for using profane language in the quarters and presence of a general officer. The soldier took the lecture uneasily, twirling his hat nervously the while, and when the General had 'subsided,' apologized as follows: "You see, General, we have had to cuss the things all day to get 'em into camp, and its' mighty hard to quit off all of a suddenly." Half-hour's Experience of a Pedler with General Nelson occasionally went dashing through the camp, bestowing a gratuitous cursing upon some offender, and was then off again like a shot. The General followed the seas many years and had become a great, rough, profane old fellow. He had a plain, good, old fashioned fireplace kindness about him that was always shown to those who did their duty. But offenders met with no mercy at his hands. The General conceived an awful hatred against pedlers. There were many that Then the General's rigidity relaxed; a came about the camp, selling hoe-cakes, smile, or rather a laugh, came up from his pies, milk, etc., at exorbitant prices. heart, and tried to escape from the corners Cracker-fed soldiers would naturally be of his mouth-but discipline is discipline free with their money-willing to pay ten with an old army officer, and it would not times the value of an article if in want do to allow such a breach of decorum to of it. One day the General came across a pedler selling something that he called | pies—not the delicious kind of pies that an absent soldier is made home-sick at the thought of, but an indigestible combination of flattened dough and woolly peaches, minus sugar, minus spice, minus everything that is good, and any of which the General swore up and down "would kill a hyena deader than the d-" “I am, sir; and that team is Southern all over, sir-horse, wagon, and driver, sir." "And what is the price?" interrupted the son of Mars, pulling out a roll of Confederate scrip. "Oh," said farmer, "I would not like to sell now, 'cause I can't use your kind of money in Baltimore." "Nonsense," says the officer; "haven't you declared over and over in your letters that the bankers and rich men of Balti "What do you charge for those pies?" belched out the General. "Fifty cents a-piece," responded the more are in the cause; they'll buy, sir." pie-man. And handing over the price in Confed"Fifty cents a-piece for pies!" roared erate scrip, he left the zealous farmer patthe infuriated General: "Now, you in- riot to toddle home afoot, with a pocket fernal swindling pirate," roared he, letting full of confederate treasure. He arrived fly, in black and blue, one of his great in town in due time, and stopped several rifled oaths, that fairly made the fellow persons with, "Show me the man that tremble, "I want you to go to work and buys Confederate scrip!" Up to the cram every one of those pies down you latest accounts it was not known that the as quick as the Lord will let you. Double- individual so eagerly sought for had been quick, you villain!" found. Expostulations, appeals, or promises, were of no avail, and the pedler was forced, to the great entertainment of the soldiers whom he had been so ready to gouge, to down half a dozen of his own pies-all he had left. "Now," said the General to the fellow, after he had finished his repast, and stood looking as death-like as the certain doctor who was forced to swallow his own medicine "leave! and if ever, ever I catch you back here again, swindling my men, I'll hang you." The rat departed. 66 Zealous for the Cause but not for the Scrip. Mr., a rebel farmer, living near Bear Creek, in Baltimore county, Maryland, was so elated at the rebel incursion in Maryland, that he determined to visit our deliverers," and for that purpose hooked up his horse and wagon and started merrily agog. He alighted at a hotel near Frederick, and was drinking a bumper to Jeff, when a Confederate officer came in and inquired for the owner of the team. Bear Creek farmer was delighted, and with smiles, said Secession Damsels and Federal Foragers. Quartermaster S. and Commissary B., of one of the regiments in McClellan's army, were both of them very good fellows, and also very brave soldiers, when either of their departments of transportation and supply were brought into conflict with the enemy. One morning they mounted their mettled steeds and started out in company, to forage for the officers' mess. Well provided with money to meet the exorbitant demands of the egg and strawberrry hucksters of the section of country to which they were going, they gaily vaulted into their saddles, and bidding good bye to their friends, briskly trotted along on the road towards Richardson's house. Having reached there, they turned off on the White House road, and after a short ride, stopped at a small house by the roadside, to inquire what articles they had for sale. B. was the spokesman, and at his summons out came a blooming damsel, of eighteen summers, to answer the inquiry. "Have you any eggs, or butter, or milk, or anything of the sort to sell, ma'am?” "Whereabouts do you come from?" "About four miles from here. We come from the Yankee army." "You do, hey? Well, I don't allow a Yankee to come within twenty yards of me, much less to speak to me." The officers opened their eyes at this desperate declaration, and riding into the yard the Commissary continued: "Say, look-a-here, don't you know that such folks as you are the only kind of meat we have down in our camp?" "Yes, indeed,” broke in tair Secessia, "I've heard that much about you." with Rhode's delectable. Ike was by her "Perhaps it may," we said, favoring the idea, "as we see so many sprouts about us in uniform that are evidently sons of guns, and if, as Mr. Field has said, a soldier's sire and grandsire may be a sword, why not a gun have its descendants?" "May be so," said she, brightening up, "Well, I suppose you have, and it's all true. Why, at the battle of Fair Oaks the Yankees eat hundreds just such looking rebels as you, and it took ever so many" may be so, it isn't the most unlikely soldiers to guard the three thousand dead ones and keep us off." At this barbarous speech, which might have provoked most terrible results, if the young lady's eyes were any index of her state of mind, her parents appeared, and gently checking her, accosted the Union officers, and said they had nothing to sell. The father seemed somewhat amused at his daughter's spirit, and exclaimed: "That ere gal's got a beau in the Confederate army, don't you see, and you know that's a good reason for her being so much opposed to the Yankees. Just you make an offer to capture her, and see if she don't haul down her colors." But Federal officers don't do such unmanly things, and so, finding they could procure no eatables at that domicil, they withdrew to the road, leaving their plucky little feminine enemy in her glory, and continued their journey. thing that never came to pass, and that may be why guns wear breeches. I declare that I never thought of that before." Mrs. Partington, the merry and garrulous ward of B. P. Shillaber, was by no means idle during the war, in the good city of Boston, of which she is one of the noted spokesmen. Visit of General Jenkins at a Pennsylvania The raid of General Jenkins into Penn sylvania was the occasion of a call at the domicil of the editor of the Chambersburg Repository, by that renowned chief, and there had good cheer, though the "landlord" had "stepped out." The editor's remarks on this visit were as follows: However earnest an enemy Jenkins may be, he don't seem to keep spite, but is capable of being very jolly and sociable when he is treated hospitably. For prudential reasons the editor was not at home to do Mrs. Partington on the New Military Crop. the honors at his own table; but Jenkins A shadow passed our window, the door was not particular, nor was his appetite opened, and looking up we saw the form impaired thereby. He called upon the of Mrs. Partington before us. "I've just ladies of the house, shared their hospitaldropped in," she said. 'Dropped' in!ity, behaved in all respects like a gentleshe weighs one hundred and fifty if she man, and expressed very earnest regrets does an ounce. She held out her snuff- that he had not been able to make the box as she said "Good morning," filled personal acquaintance of the editor. We we Lending to the Government. The use of United States compound interest notes in paying off employees gave rise, in a certain case, to the following little dialogue, as related by one of the parties concerned. Boss-How would you like to lend part of your wages to Government, Patrick? Patrick-Ah, you see, I just make out to live on what ye pay me,-things is so high! I can't save a dollar. Boss-But, Patrick, you know I raised your wages, and you ought to lay by something for a rainy day. Better put by $10 and get $11.94 for it three years hence; or $20, and get $23.88 for it, instead of getting nothing or lending it to a savings bank at only five per cent. beg to say that we reciprocate the wish of the General, and shall be glad to make his acquaintance personally-"when this cruel war is over." Colonel French and Surgeon Bee spent much of their time with Mrs. McClure, and the former showed his appreciation of her hospitality by taking her revolver from her when he left. An order having been made for the citizens to surrender all the guns and pistols they had, Colonel French took the pistol of his hostess. How many rifles he didn't get that were in her keeping, "dinna choose to tell." General Jenkins had the fullest information of the movements of the editor of this paper. He told at our own house, when we had left, the direction we had gone, and described the horse we rode, and added that there were people in Chambersburg sufficiently cowardly and treacherous to give such information of their neighbors. When it was suggested that such people should be sent within the rebel lines, he insisted that the South should not be made a Botany Bay for Northern scoundrels. We had not the felicity of a personal interview with the distinguished guerrilla chief, but our special reporters took his dimensions and autobiography with general accuracy. He was born of his mother at a very early age, and is supposed to be the son of his father. He was flogged Agreeable Inducements to Travellers. through school in his boyhood years much Below is a bill of fare "found" in the as other children; and may have startling Confederate camp at Vicksburg, which is traditions touching his early character, of interest to all epicures, as well as to such as the hatchet and cherry-tree which those who are not of that class: proved that Washington could not lie; but Patrick (Looking at the table of interest on $10 compounded, and asking some questions as to what currency the savings bank would pay in)-Well, I'd like to take $50 in compound interest notes. Boss-But, Patrick, if you can spare $50, you had better put your money into 7-30 notes, which pay more interest, and entitle you to gold-bearing bonds if you want them, or greenbacks if you please. Patrick-Would you please to just let me have one hundred dollars in the SevenThirties? HOTEL DE VICKSBURG.-Bill of Fare it is for the present regarded as doubtful. for July, 1863: Soup-mule tail. Boiled He subsequently graduated at Jefferson-mule bacon with poke greens; mule ham College, in this State, and gave promise canvassed. Roast-mule sirloin. Vegeof future usefulness and greatness. His tables-peas and rice. Entrees-mule head downward career commenced some five stuffed a la mode; mule beef jerked a la years ago, when in an evil hour he became Mexicana; mule ears fricasseed a la gotch; a member of Congress from Western Vir-mule side stewed, new style, hair on ; mule ginia, and from thence may be dated his decline and fall. From Congress he naturally enough turned fire-eater, secessionist and guerrilla. spare-ribs plain; mule liver hashed. Side Dishes--mule salad; mule hoof soused; mule brains a la omelette; mule kidneys stuffed with peas; mule tripe fried in pea meal batter; mule tongue cold a la Bray. The imaginary suffering that the Union Jellies-mule foot. Pastry-pea-meal soldiers endured during the first two days pudding, blackberry sauce; cotton-wood of their march, was enormous. It was berry pies; China berry tart. Dessert-impossible to steal or confiscate uncultiwhite oak acorns; beech nuts; blackberry vated real estate, and not a hog or a chickleaf tea; genuine Confederate coffee. en, or an ear of corn, was anywhere to be Liquors-Mississippi Water, vintage of seen. On the third day, however, things 1492, superior, $3; Lime Stone Water, looked a little more helpful, for a few small late importation, very fine, $2.75; Spring specks of ground, in a state of partial culWater, Vicksburg brand, $1.50. Meals tivation, were here and there visible. at all hours. Gentlemen to wait upon On that day, Lieutenant Wickfield, of themselves. Any inattention on the part an Indiana cavalry regiment, commanded of the servants to be promptly reported at the advance guard, consisting of eighty the office. mounted men. At about noon he came up JEFF. DAVIS & Co., Proprietors. to a small farm-house, from the outward CARD. The proprietors of the justly appearance of which he judged that there celebrated Hotel de Vicksburg, having en- might be something fit to eat inside. He larged and refitted the same, are now pre- halted his company, dismounted, and with pared to accommodate all who favor them two second Lieutenants entered the dwellwith a call. Parties arriving by the river ing. He knew that Grant's incipient or Grant's inland route, will find Grape, fame had already gone forth throughout Canister & Co.'s carriages at the landing, all that region of country, and it occurred or any depot on the line of intrenchments. to him that by representing himself to be Buck, Ball & Co., take charge of all bag gage. Pumpkin-Pie Story of Lieutenant Wickfield and General Grant. The hero and veteran-Grant-who was citizen, Captain, Colonel, Brigadier and Major-General within a space of nine months, though a rigid disciplinarian, and a perfect Ironsides in the discharge of his official duties, could enjoy a joke, and was always ready to perpetrate one when an opportunity offered. Indeed, among his acquaintances, he is as much renowned for his eccentric humor, as for his skill and bravery as a commander. When Grant was a Brigadier in Southwest Missouri, he commanded an expedition against the Confederates, under Jeff. Thompson, in northeast Arkansas. The distance from the starting point of the expedition to the supposed rendezvous of the Confederates was about one hundred and ten miles, and the greater portion of the route lay through a howling wilderness. Pumpkin Pie. the General he might obtain the best the house afforded. So, assuming a very martial demeanor, he accosted the inmates of the house, and told them he must have something for himself and staff to eat. They desired to know who he was, and he told them that he was General Grant. At the sound of that name, they flew around with alarming alacrity, and served up about all they had in the house, taking great pains all the while to make loud professions of loyalty. The Lieutenants ate |