as much as they could of the not over and Cape Girardeau roads, except one sumptuous meal, but which was, neverthe- pumpkin pie, Lieutenant Wickfield is less, good for that country, whether in hereby ordered to return with an escort times of war or peace, and demanded what of one hundred cavalry, and eat that pie was to pay for their "entertainment." also. "Nothing," was the reply, and they went on their way rejoicing.

U. S. GRANT,

Brig. Gen'l Commanding."

Grant's orders were law, and no soldier willingly attempted to evade them. At seven o'clock the gastronomic Lieutenant filed out of camp with his hundred men, amid the cheers of the entire army. The escort concurred in stating that he de

In the meantime, General Grant, who had halted his army a few miles further back, for a brief resting-spell, came in sight of and was rather favorably impressed -as had been his Lieutenant-with the appearance of this same house. Riding up to the fence in front of the door he de- voured the whole of the pie, and seemed sired to know if they would cook him a to relish it.

meal.

General Stuart Too Late to Dinner.

Rather a palatable circumstance of the war was that which General Stuart, were he still living, would probably remember more

"No," said the female, in a gruff voice, "General Grant and his staff have just been here and eaten everything in the house except one pumpkin pie." "Humph," murmured Grant, "what is vividly than anybody else. At the time your name?"

แ "Selvidge," replied the woman. Casting a half dollar in at the door, he asked if she would keep that pie till he sent an officer for it, to which she replied that she would.

That evening, after the camping ground had been selected, the various regiments were notified that there would be a grand parade at half past six, for orders. Officers would see that their men all turned out, &c. In five minutes the camp was in a perfect uproar, and filled with all sorts of rumors; some thought that the enemy was upon them, it being so unusual to have parade when on a march.

this circumstance transpired, some there were who contended that Stuart no longer had command of the rebel cavalry, but that Fitzhugh Lee was the chief of that branch of the rebel army. Whether so or not will not change the fact that Stuart fought Buford on that eventful Saturday, for Buford ate his dinner in a cosy little house, nestled among pines, cedars, and jesamine, about one and a half miles from Culpepper, where General Stuart and staff were going to dine. Every luxury and delicacy that could be procured in that poor, ransacked country, was smiling on the white, spotless linen which covered the table. The fair occupant of the stool had no doubt hurried on a sun-bonnet, and slipped off to Culpepper. The Bonnie Blue Flag' would not sound so well in the old parlor, and she feared General Buford and Staff could not appreciate her selec“HEAD-QUARTERS ARMY IN THE FIELD, tion of songs. However, the dinner was SPECIAL ORDER, No. Lieutenant appreciated; and if smacking of lips, and Wickfield, of the Indiana cavalry, hav- looks of regret at the fragments they could ing on this day eaten everything in Mrs. not eat, were of any significance, the dishes Selvidge's house, at the crossing of the prepared by those kind people met with Ironton and Pocahontas, and Black River the appreciation of all the partakers.

At half past six the parade was formed, ten columns deep, and nearly a quarter of a mile in length. After the usual routine of ceremonies, the Assistant Adjutant General read the following order ::

Joke of the President on Secretary Chase.

General Hooker came in competition with His Majesty, Louis Napoleon, and finally succeeded in purchasing the horse.

out of a half bred mare; and notwithIt was not reported what joke old Abe standing his ponderous size, he had been got off when he heard the news of the sur-known to trot, under saddle, in 2.45. He render of Plymouth, which gave such joy was bred in Kentucky, and selected when to northern hearts. In regard to the Fort a five-year old, for Mr. Ten Broeck, as the Pillow affair he made a Bunsby speech, finest horse that could be sent to England but no joke. The latter would appear to to exhibit style in a coupee. For some have been reserved for the benefit of Sec- reason he was not forwarded further eastretary Chase, as he was starting on a finan- ward than New York city; but when cial trip to New York. Old Abe, like there, was seen by the horse agent of the Cromwell, though without the latter's Emperor of the French, who repeatedly military genius-seemed very fond of play-offered a thousand dollars to obtain possesing practical jokes upon his associates. It sion of him. It was at this time that is said that after Cromwell signed the warrant for the execution of King Charles, he turned round to one of his colleagues and smeared his face with ink. This he thought capital fun. Old Abe's jokes have been pronounced as smacking somewhat of the same quality. When Chase called upon him to say good-bye, he, as Secretary of the Treasury, asked for some information about the probable end of the war, saying it would help him in getting more money in Wall street. "Do you want more money?" asked Old Abe, and then quickly added, "What! has the printing machine gin out?" This joke must be set down as fully equal to Cromwell's, and was not unworthy that famous American 'Cruikshank,' Mr. Orpheus C. Kerr, whose penchant in this line is a boon to human nature, and a fortune to his pocket.

Hooker's Magnificent War-Horse, "Look

Qut."

Lookout was undoubtedly the finest charger in the army of the Union; and, in grandeur of form and action, dwarfed all other horses which approached him. Backed by his rider, the General-universally acknowledged as a matchless rider— the people, could they have but beheld him moving up Broadway, would have pronounced it the finest equestrian statue they had ever seen.

War News from Richmond Wanted.

A gentleman of the press once dropped in at the War Department, and in the course of the conversation with the Secretary mentioned casually to him that he had just telegraphed certain information concerning army movements to the New York journals, with which he was connected. The Secretary looked at him in dismay, and replied: "Sir, I will give you

Major-General Joseph Hooker claimed the name of "Lookout" for his seven year old battle horse, which bore him through one hundred thousand dollars from the army the perils of the fight above the clouds, secret service fund, if you will give me so memorable in the annals of the war, the same information concerning the eneand an account of which will be found in my's disposition and movements which its appropriate department in these pages. you have just conveyed indirectly, but Lookout, according to the description given surely, to Richmond." of him, was a rich chestnut color, standing nearly seventeen hands high, and possessing all the dainty and elastic action of the A visitor to the army of the Potomac most delicately-fashioned colt. He was called upon General Grant one morning, three-quarters bred, being by Mambrino and found the great commander sitting in

"Reliable Information."

his tent, smoking and talking to one of his staff officers. The stranger approached the chieftain and enquired of him as follows: "General, if you flank Lee and get between him and Richmond, will you not uncover Washington and leave it a prey to the enemy?

General Grant, discharging a cloud of smoke with "a silver lining," from his mouth, indifferently replied, "Yes, I reckon so."

Stranger, encouraged by the reply he thus received, propounded question number two:

on demand. Volunteers from every department of industry, there could scarcely be found a trade or profession, from butchers to lawyers, which was not represented in the regiment, by men ready for special service whenever required. On reaching the railway station at Annapolis, General Butler found that the secessionists had taken apart and broken the only locomotive there, so as to render it unserviceable. "Who knows how to repair this engine?" demanded the General. Six practical machinists stepped forward; but one claimed the job-"Because you see, General," he said, "I made that engine," and he pointed to his private mark on the machinery.

"General, do you not think Lee can detach sufficient force from his army to reinforce Beauregard and overwhelm These mudsill' regiments, as Gov. HamButler?" mond would call them, are somehow

"Not a doubt of it," replied the Gen- strangely intelligent. eral.

Stranger, becoming fortified by his success, propounded question number three, as follows:

"General, is there not danger that Johnston may come up and reinforce Lee, so that the latter will swing around and cut your communications and seize your supplies ?"

"Very likely," was the cool reply of the General, as he knocked the ashes from the end of his cigar with his little finger.

Stranger, horrified at the awful fate about to befall General Grant and his army, made his exit and hastened to Washington to communicate the "news." Of such stuff comes much of the "reliable intelligence" and "authentic information " to which the public is treated.

Material of which "Mudsill" Regiments are Made Up.

Great admiration was excited by the readiness of the men of the Eighth Massachusetts Regiment, under General Butler,

Fresh Pork for the Eighth Illinois. When the Union army was stationed at Bird's Point, Missouri, secessionists were rather supposed to have "rights that a soldier must respect," and there were stringent orders against jayhawking. Colonel (afterward General) Oglesby was then in command of the Eighth Illinois.

for whatever services they were called on Well, one day his fife and drum majors to perform during their passage from New went out into the woods to practice a new York to Washington. Whether men were tune. Attracted no doubt by the melody, required to act as engineers, machinists, a fine fat shote, of musical proclivities, carpenters, or sailors, they were to be had came near-alas! for the safety of his ba

con, too near-for the bass-drummer, by a sent; remarking to the sufferer, that, if change of base, made a base attack on his he had any last words to utter, they should front; while the fifer, by a bold and rapid appear in the best form in the earliest flank movement, charged him in the rear. possible issue of his widely-circulated and 'Twas soon over; a few well directed vol- highly influential paper. The officer turnleys of clubs and other persuasives were ed away his head in abhorrence and disapplied, and piggy went dead again-a gust, and some of his friends compelled martyr to his love for music! But how the persevering reporter to retire. But to get the deceased pork into camp?- the professor of the quill insisted, true to "That's what's the matter" now. After his craft, that he could make a better considerable discussion an idea 'strikes' speech for the wounded soldier than he the drummer (not so as to hurt him): could for himself; and hoped he would "We will put him in the drum." "Just remember not to give any other member the thing, by hokey!" said the fifer. One of the press the least hint of his dying head was taken out, and the hog stowed, sentiments. and our heroes started for their quarters, Another correspondent is said to have carrying the drum between them. In the locked General Buckner up in a room at mean time the regiment went out for a Dover, and insisted on having a sketch of dress parade; and the Colonel, somewhat his life. The General demurred, when vexed at the absence of the principal mu- he was threatened with being printed as sicians, no sooner saw the gents than, in a of the most horrible antecedents unless he voice of reprimand, he ordered them to complied. He blustered a little, but when take their places with the music. The the newspaper scribbler began putting drum-bearers halted, looked at each other, down and reading off "General Buckner, then at the Colonel,-but said never a a native of Massachusetts, formerly one word. The Colonel repeated his order in of the editors of Lloyd Garrison's antia style so emphatic that it could not be slavery journal; but compelled to fly to misunderstood. The dealers in pork felt Tennessee on account of having been dea crisis had arrived, and that an explana- tected in a forgery of his father's name," tion had become a "military necessity." etc., the General became a suppliant, and So the drummer, going up close to the gave the irrepressible fellow the main Colonel, in a low voice made him acquaint- events of his life. But, jokes aside, nothed with the status of affairs, winding up ing in the newspaper system of all Euwith, "We 'low, Colonel, to bring the best rope was ever equal to the splendid manquarter over to your mess." "Sick, eh?" ner of marshaling their great array of thundered the Colonel. "Why didn't you facts, sketches, etc., during the four years say so at first? Go to your quarters?' war, by the correspondents of those prince-of course! Bat-tal-ion, r-i-g-h-t f-a-c-e!" ly journals, the New York Herald, Times, The Colonel had fresh pork for supper.

Newspaporial Forestalling of Dying Senti

ments, etc.

Tribune, and World; the Philadelphia Ledger, Bulletin, North American, Press, and Inquirer; the Boston Journal, Traveller, etc.; the Springfield Republican; the Cincinnati Gazette, Enquirer, Times, and Commercial; the Chicago Tribune, Journal, and Times; the St. Louis Democrat, Republican, &c. It is not saying too much, that, from the materials furnished by the able and intrepid correspondents

The representative of a now defunct newspaper is jocosely stated to have run up to a wounded officer who believed himself mortally hurt, at the battle of Fort Donelson, and begged him not to die yet for the sake of the, (naming his journal,) which he had the honor to repre- of any one of the great journals here

named, a history of the war might be written which, for vigor of style, skilfulness of construction, and amplitude of scope, would leave nothing to be desired.

Hard to tell Pork from Tomatoes.

While the Brooklyn Fourteenth were in Virginia, it was noticed that where they were the enemy's pigs got scared, and that in the promiscuous state of things there

abouts, an accident would sometimes occur by which pig was turned into pork, and

then

of all the money I have received from the United States. The amount, whatever it is, I shall give to some permanent institution founded for the life relief of disabled soldiers. This is the least invidious way in which I can refuse pay for fighting for my country in her hour of danger." It

has been stated that Gen. 'Stonewall'

Jackson, of the Confederate army, acted upon the same principle of pecuniary disinterestedness; but as no mention is made of the circumstances by Mr. Orville J. VicHallo, my man! where did you get tor, in his standard and admirable work, that pork?" called out the Major to a the "History of the Southern Rebellion," soldier staggering along with something in which Gen. Jackson's character is so wrapped up in his shelter tent, and crim- graphically portrayed, the statement needs soning the ground as he passed.

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"It is'nt pork, Sir, it's tomatoes; you don't know, Sir, how hard it is to tell pork from tomatoes in this country."

The Major, a pleasant hand at a joke himself, was conquered at once, and did not press his inquiries.

Refusal to Receive Pay for Fighting for his
Country.

Paymaster Rochester, feeling his lips to be unsealed by the death of General Wadsworth, of New York, stated that he always paid the General from his first entry into the service; and that when the General called on him for money on the eve of starting to the Mississippi Valley on a special mission connected with the arming and organization of the slaves of that region, he casually remarked to him. that when he got to New Orleans he would find there Paymaster Vedder, to whom he would recommend him as a gentlemanly officer to apply to for any moneys he might need.

"No, Sir!" said General Wadsworth, "I shall not apply to Major Vedder. While I am in the service I shall be paid only by you. And my reason for that is, that I wish my account with the Government to be kept with one Paymaster only; for it is my purpose at the close of the war to call on you for an accurate statement

to be verified.

Anxious for a Trade.

An incident which may be characterized as very Yankee-like occurred one morning in front of the Potomac Army-General Turner's lines. A sergeant deliberately stepped out from our rifle-pits and moved towards the rebels, waving a late paper, and regardless of the probability that he would at any moment be shot dead. A rebel officer shouted to him to go back, but the sergeant was unmindful of the warning, and asked―

"Wont you exchange newspapers?"

"No!" said the rebel, "I have no paper and I want you to go back." With singular persistence, however, the sergeant continued to advance, saying—

"Well, if you hain't a paper, I reckon some of your men have, and I want to exchange, I tell you."

"My men have not got anything of the kind, and you must go back.”

This the officer said in a louder tone and with great emphasis. Nothing daunted, the Yankee sergeant still advanced, until he stood plumply before the indignant officer, and said

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"I tell ye now you need'nt get your dander up.-I don't mean no harm no way. P'raps if ye aint got no newspapers ye might give me suthin else. May-be you