Reb.-Got anything to eat over there little rivulet known as Mine Run, when in Knoxville?

Yank. Anything to eat! Yes; more'n we know what to do with. Plenty-full rations for thirty days.

moments appeared to be hours and hours days, so near at hand seemed the deadly strife, a solitary sheep leisurely walked along the run on the rebel side. A rebel

Reb.-Do they have sugar and coffee vidette fired and killed the sheep, and, over there? dropping his gun, advanced to remove the prize. In an instant he was covered by a gun in the hands of a Union vidette, who said

Yank.-Yes; we've plenty; but General Burnside, not knowing what may happen, is issuing only half rations now. Why, see here (putting his hand into his pocket and hauling out a handful of parched coffee,) you see we carry it with us.

The rebel's eyes stuck out with astonishment.

"Divide is the word, or you are a dead Johnny."

This proposition was assented to, and there, between the two skirmish lines, Mr. Rebel skinned the sheep, took one half and

Reb.-Have you got any cavalry over moved back with it to his post, when his

there?

Yank.-Now, friend, that is hardly a fair question, but I'll answer it the best I know how. I was at Corinth, Murfreesboro', and Perrysville, but I did not see as many cavalry as we have in Knoxville.

challenger, in turn, dropping his gun, crossed the run, got the other half of the sheep, and again resumed the duties of his post amidst the cheers of his comrades, who expected to help him eat it. Of the multitudes of hostile men arrayed against each other on either bank of that run, not one dared to violate the truce thus

Reb.-Why, you astonish me. We thought you were all on quarter rations, and would be starved into surrender in a intuitively agreed upon by these two day or two.

Yank. Not a bit of it; we can stay there as long as you did at Vicksburg, and have good beef-steak and hot rolls every morning for breakfast!

The rebel "gave it up."

soldiers.

A Cluster of Little Courtesies.

At the time of making the raid on Newbern, on the first of February, General Pickett captured Lieutenant Kirby, of Angell's battery, with two pieces of artil

"Divide is the Word, or You are a Dead lery. Kirby being a great favorite, his

Johnny."

friends made up a purse and clothing, and Amidst all the horrors of the war, many forwarded to Lieutenant K. by way of an instances occurred, amusing in themselves, exchanged prisoner, who did not deliver and which sometimes, under the most try- the money and goods, but deserted and ing circumstances, were provocation of made his way back into our lines, minus mirth, forming subjects for camp-stories the articles. General Pickett, hearing of months after. Our soldiers would some- this transaction, felt very much mortified, times chase hares and pick blackberries and indemnified Kirby out of his own when a shower of the leaden messengers purse. General Butler, hearing of this of death were falling thick and fast around them. But the following, which took place at Mine Run, surpasses anything of its kind:

courteous act, would not allow himself to be outdone, and forwarded to General Pickett the amount he had furnished Lieutenant Kirby. Such acts show that On one of those biting cold mornings, the rebellion did not entirely crush out while the armies of Meade and Lee were courteous feelings or humane promptstaring firebolts at each other across the ings.

Field-Carriages and Millinery Dispensed
With.

will turn about and drive along with you.
Or, will you not get in with me, Gener-
al?"
Grant, "I am in great haste to get to the
"No, I'm obliged to you," replied
front, and have not a moment to lose.
Besides, I wish to speak with you in pri-
vate. Do me the favor to walk along this

While on his way to the front of the Army of the Potomac, preparing for an advance, General Grant met an officer who had been his fellow cadet at West Point. Grant was on horseback, unattended except by his faithful orderly, carefully pursuing his inspections of his posi-way." The officer left his comfortable fully pursuing his inspections of his posi- seat, plunged out in the mud and rain, and tion through a heavy storm of rain. The officer was riding in a handsome four- all the while asking him important questrudged on by the side of the General, he wheeled covered carriage, on easy elliptic springs and softly cushioned seats, with an elegant stud of horses and a guard of out

tions respecting his department until he back to his carriage, the General quietly was wet to the skin. As he turned to go reminded him of the influence of his example on the troops, and politely intimated that there would be no more field-carriages supplied to officers from that day. As the news of this reached the ears of the brave boys in the ranks they cheered it lustily.

Johnnie and Yank at a Trade.

A member of the Second New York Artillery, writing to a friend in New York, enclosed a ten dollar Confederate bill,-a bill printed on inferior paper, but very good in its mechanical execution. The letter gave the following account of the manner in which the bill came into the writer's possession:

I send you a ten-dollar Confederate bill; I will not ask you to give me credit for it, any more than the credit of fighting for it. I was out on picket the other night, and my pit was quite close to the rebel line; so much so that I had a talk with a 'John

we agreed not to fire at each other, and we got on more friendly terms.

riders. The meeting under such circumstances was a mutual surprise. The recognition and salutes passed, the Lieutenant-General with that quiet humor which sometimes cropped out in his character, nie,' directly opposite. Towards morning politely asked, "May I have the pleasure of your company, Sir?" Now the officer was clad in his best on this occasion. His He asked me what I would give him uniform was a pink of perfection in its fit. for a plug of tobacco? I offered him an His straps were of the broadest and most old jack-knife, which he agreed to take. elegant pattern. His plumes were of the He told me to bring it over. I could not largest and glossiest. His gloves were as "see it," so I told him to come and get it. clean as yellow buckskin could possibly At length we agreed to meet each other be. His patent-leather army boots were half way. We did so, and made the exunsoiled by a single drop of rain or mote change; but mark his treachery! I had of mud. "Certainly, General," he replied, scarcely turned my back to return when with great blandness and cordiality, "Ihe collared me and tried to drag me into

the rebel lines. We had quite a scuffle; as much for the Federal cause as any sinat last I got the villain by the throat with gle person in the country. my left hand; I then threw my right leg behind him, and backed him over it. Down came the Confederacy! As he struck the ground his pocket-book fell from his pock-bring to light a curious method of smug

et; also the knife I had given him. These I picked up in quick time, and ran to my pit.

When 'Johnnie Reb' got up he looked daggers. He would liked to have made a rush upon me, but I don't think he liked the looks of my rifle pointing towards him. I found nothing in the pocket-book but twelve dollars, two of which I sent to my mother, and ten I reserved for you.

Real and Artificial "Cock-tails."
The Alexandria detectives managed to

gling liquor into that city for the soldiers' use. For a considerable time a certain chicken coop had been observed to have made frequent journeys between Alexandria and Washington, on the ferry boats, going up empty and returning well filled with fine fat shanghais. The poultry traffic had always been considered an honorable one, and no explanation could easily be given as to what first drew suspicion toward the integrity of the dealer in quesOne Man's Service to his Country. tion; but certain it is, that one of those At the time of the Dupont attack upon curious chaps employed in the detective Charleston, South Carolina, a telegraph department took the liberty of inspecting operator was placed in charge of an elec- said "coop," for the purpose of ascertaintric battery that was arranged by the ing the features of the latest improverebels so as to explode a torpedo contain- ments in that species of rural structure, ing several thousand pounds of powder, and his labors were rewarded with the diswith instructions to blow up the Federal covery that its bottom was composed of tin, Ironsides should she near the spot. During in the shape of a flat shallow box; and a the engagement the noble ship, in her manœuvring, seemed directly over the infernal machine, and the officers in charge ordered the instant explosion of the torpedo. The operator who was a loyalist at heart -could not by any means get the machine to work. Soon an order for the fire of every battery to concentrate upon the Keokuk was issued to be telegraphed; again the operator could not, 'for the life of him,' make the instruments work! These incidents occasioned so much distrust in the minds of the rebel leaders that the operator was soon after taken into custody and imprisoned. Being released One of Sigel's soldiers gives the followa short time subsequently and sent to ing account of a foraging adventure he Richmond to resume his occupation, he had in Virginia: was after a while sent to Winchester, Virginia, to procure some instruments.

closer inspection revealed the important item of thirty gallons of old rye, contained in the aforesaid box. The 'game' was up; the chickens-alias whisky dealerwas completely over-sloughed. The dodge was certainly an ingenious one, and would probably not have been discovered in this case but for the fact of its having been suggested that in a place where cock-tails were so numerous there must be something else at the bottom of it. Hence the discovery of the "critter."

Three German Flank-Movements.

“Vell, you zee, I goes down to dat old The fellow's blace dat has a beech-orchard, vere visit to Winchester afforded him the long-ve vas stadhioned, to stheal some beeches, looked-for opportunity to escape to the and ven I gets to de vront gate, vat you Union lines, where he was well contented dinks I zee? I zees dere a pig pull-dog, to remain. He may be said to have done and he looks mighty savage. So I dinks

I frighdens him, and I zays, 'Look here, despatched in pursuit of the bold rider of Mr. Pull-dog, stand back, I fights on dis the little mule. After riding some five line all zummer.' But de pull-dog, he miles she was overtaken near the house of don't care for dat, so I vlanks him!" a Mr. Green, and blandly invited to visit "How did you do that?" the fort-invited in such an insinuating style that she could not find it in her soul to refuse-that is, the pointed arguments used by Captain Posten were more than human logic could fancy or gainsay. The bold feminine said that no two men could have conquered her, but the numbers overpowered her and she must succumb. She then gave up her arms, and was delicately treated by the officer in charge.

"Vy, I goes vay arount again, so de pull-dog couldn't zee me, and ven I gets to de back gate, vat you dinks I zee? Vy, dere I zee dat same old pull-dog! So I vlanks him again."

"How did you do that?"

"Vy, I goes vay arount again, so as he couldn't zee me, to anoder little beech-orchard, and ven I gets dere, vat you dinks I zee? Vy, dere I see dat same old pulldog! So I vlanks him again." "How did you do that?"

Upon being conducted to the fort and properly examined, upon her person were found orders from the rebel Colonel Hicks "Vy, I zays to dat old pull-dog, 'Look for a list of contraband supplies, consisting here, Meester Pull-dog, I vlanks you dree of gunpowder, short cavalry boots, and dimes, and every dimes I find you de same other articles. On being questioned, she old pull-dog. Tam your old beeches!-acknowledged she was employed by the who cares for your old beeches. dime is out next months and de country may go to de debil for beeches,'-so I goes to my dent."

My rebels in obtaining goods for their comfort

and use, and smuggling them through the lines. Her salary was one hundred dollars per month, the rebels supplying the money to pay for her purchases. She usually Bold Female Smuggler and Highwayman. transacted this business in St. Louis. On As four or five citizens of Tennessee the last occasion she had landed from a were on their way into the interior from steamboat at Randolph, and when taken Fort Pillow, they were overtaken by a was on her way to the house of a rebel gay and festive woman upon a small sorry sympathizer. looking mule. She rode boldly up to the

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This female smuggler gave her name as men, presented a persuader in the shape Mary Simpson. At Randolph she called of a Colt," and made known her inten- herself Mary Timms, and proved to be a tion of riding her mule no longer, but of woman well known in the neighboring confiscating one of their best chargers to country, where she had passed under sevsupply its place. The demurrer was eral aliases a year before. She was strongClaude Duvalish and Dick Turpinish in ly suspected of being a spy for the rebels the extreme, but she failed to make her and carrying intelligence from Jackson, victims fear and tremble. Her violence Tennessee, to the Hatchie. Within a few was not force enough for men who had months, it was found she had proposed to faced all the dangers of siege and battle, the rebel Colonel Stewart to purchase amand they rode off, leaving my lady-robber munition for his command. alone to her destruction. One of the party, striking into another path, returned to Fort Pillow, and there reported the singular adventure with the woman.

Captain Posten, of the Thirteenth Tennessee cavalry, with a squad of men, was

Mary's age was set down as not far from thirty years,—black hair, a brunette complexion, and a deep, dark, penetrating eye. Her intellect quick, and she was not easily disconcerted; and, as her proposed but unsuccessful horse-trade with so many of the

more masculine sex showed, fearless and | because you can't shoot. There you are dauntless as an ancient highwayman. She with your foot on the tail of that rooster, belonged to the married persuasion, her after shooting at him three times and husband being a loyal soldier doing duty never hit him yet. Get out of here and for his country at the fort. When she de- let that rooster be!" Exit soldier laughsired to see him after her arrest, he re- ing. That special darkey was never afterfused, saying she had brought disgrace ward seen cleaning or handling a gun upon him and their family by aiding the without being asked by his fellows how enemies of their country. He only de- many shots it took to kill a rooster" when sired that their true names might not be your foot be on him tail?" given to the public. The woman refused to tell where the goods were concealed, orders for which she had.

Question in Infantry Practice.

Perils of Correspondents.

Bullets and shells are no respecters of persons, and have been known to attack the "gentlemen of the fourth estate." A A few miles beyond Portsmouth there correspondent who was with Sherman's dwelt a sound Union woman, well known army, was writing in a tent, when a Minie for her general kindness to the often pass-bullet came whistling through the canvas. ing Federal troops. Her love for them passing by several of General Wood's and the Union, indeed, seemed only staff, who were sitting inside. It comequalled by her hate of negroes and pletely disturbed their reflective powers for rebels. As it happened, some colored the time being. Another struck him in troops passed her way, on their route to service. Seeing them, she came out, and with a tongue which moved very easily on

Question in Infantry Practice.

its hinges, she spoke as follows: "The

the breast, passing through both coat and vest, but he fortunately had his portfolio full of paper inside, through which it also passed, but did him no serious injury. Mr. Bearrie, of the Cincinnati Times, had his portfolio shot through in his hand; and Mr. Fury, (though a mild and unoffending man,) of the Cincinnati Gazette, was at supper, when an unceremonious shell came and took away his candle, leaving him a dark subject indeed. To these enterprising correspondents, and their professional colleagues from other cities, like A. D. Richardson, Junius H. Browne, Bickham, Knox, Taylor, Crounse, Colburn, Davis, Carleton, Dunn Browne, and others, the reading public is indebted for the most faithful portraiture of life-scenes in the camp, the march, and on the battlefield, and their works have been eagerly sought for as among the richest and most exhilarating contributions to our war history.

soldiers have been over and over this farm, cavalry and infantry, these two years, and John Morgan and Mr. Clay's Horses. I never lost a chicken yet, but as soon as An incident is related concerning John you darkies come I lose them all. I al- Morgan, in Kentucky, and which, whether ways said you would never make soldiers it be true or untrue, may be taken as quite