Horse Incidents at Bull Run.

had failed in, to wit,-an explosion. The tent was blown to pieces, and some of the men a little hurt and greatly astonished, though, strange to say, no one was maimed

At the battle of Bull Run, one of the guns of the celebrated Sherman Battery was rescued from capture by the Confederates, and brought off the field by two by the mishap. horses that had been shot through by Minie

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balls. When the order "forward" was Parting and Singular Meeting of Two War given, they resolutely straightened out, and actually brought off the gun. At the As an evidence of the rapidity of movecommencement of the battle, Lieutenant ment and great military strategy of GenHasbrouck, of the West Point Battery, erals Sherman and Thomas in their splenwas riding a little sorrel horse. In a short did winter campaign of 1864-as well as time he was shot three times, and from illustrating the enterprise of the newspaloss of blood became too weak for further per press of New York-the following service. He was stripped of bridle and facts are of peculiar interest. saddle, and turned loose, as his owner supposed, to die. In the heat of the contest nothing more was thought of the little sorrel, nor was he seen again until the remnant of the battery was far toward Washington on the retreat. It paused at Centreville, and while resting there, Lieutenant Hasbrouck was delighted to be joined by his faithful horse, which, by a strong instinct, had obeyed the bugle call to retreat, and had found his true position with the battery, which was more than the most of the human mass engaged on that field could boast of doing. He went safely into Washington, recovered from his wounds, and was soon ready for another fight.

In Bed with a Shell: Lively Times.

On the 11th of November two of the Herald correspondents shook hands together in the city of Atlanta, Ga., wondering where and under what circumstances they would again meet. One accompanied Sherman on his grand march from Atlanta to Savannah, the other was with Thomas in his great career of triumphs in Tennessee: one South, the other North.

The one who went with Sherman participated in all the prominent events which marked that magnificent undertaking. He was present at the taking of towns, the sacking of treacherous villages, in fights with rebel guerrillas and cavalry, at the capture of thousands of prisoners, negroes, horses, mules, forage, and witnessed the devastation which was spread through forty counties of the richest State within

It is stated that a soldier of a Missis- the Southern borders, on a line averaging sippi regiment, at Pensacola, serving in sixty miles in width and three hundred the Confederate army, went to his tent in length, all the while living on the fat and blankets one day to fight through an of the land. He was present at the ague if possible. A bottle of hot water assault and capture of Fort McAllister to his feet a good domestic application, on the 14th of December, only a little in such circumstances,-not being conven- over four weeks from the time of Sherient, some of his comrades went out and man's departure from Atlanta, and the picked up one of the numerous shells date of his junction with General Foster which had been sent over to them during on the seaboard. This representative of the bombardment, heated, it at the fire, the Herald left Hilton Head on the 18th and put it to bed with the sick man's feet. of December, and arrived in New York Unhappily, the shell had lost its cap, but city on the 21st, with a full budget of had not exploded. The heat of the camp- stirring intelligence, obtained by all the fire accomplished what Federal pyrotechny various devices and ingenuity which the

skilled reporters of the Herald, Tribune, the horse is second in interest only to the Times, World, etc., know so well how to man himself. In fact, horse and rider' put into requisition. are usually spoken of as one and the same The correspondent who accompanied person. Every good cavalry man takes care General Thomas participated in the first of his horse, provided he has a good one. fight with Hood at Franklin, on the 30th of November, retired with the Union troops to Nashville, underwent the brief siege which Hood was crazy enough to lay before that city, advanced when Thomas again advanced, and when that peerless chieftain fell with such terrific force upon the Confederate lines the Herald war correspondent was in the melee. In the bat

Signaling.

And when he secures said kind of animal, the attachment the brave trooper will form for his horse is almost romantic. As gallant a charger of this sort as ever snuffed powder, was owned by a Federal cavalry officer, and mounted upon which he was some scores of times under fire.

'Nellie,' (the name of the fine animal) was born and raised until she was six years old, in Athens county, Ohio, and was then sold to the Union officer, on account of her fondness for her neighbors' pastures and grain-fields, and her total disregard for fences, whether rail, picket or hedge. She was taken into the cavalry service in 1862, but could not be rode in line on account of her high spirit. By reason of her being a 'hard rider'-that is trotting, prancing, and going sideways all the time, making it decidedly uncomfortable for the rider, she was not used-till John Morgan's first raid through Kentucky, Indiana and Ohio, in 1863. Her owner rode her six days on that raid, and was completely worn out by her restlessness and fretting. He then put a black boy on her, who rode her during the remainder of that great raid,-riding her twenty-seven days and most of the nights, from Somerset, Ky., to Buffington Island, Ohio, following the trail of Morgan with General Hobson, and thence back to Stanford, Ky., in all a distance of almost a thousand miles.

tle of Harpeth, on the 18th of December, the precise date when the Sherman corresrespondent left Hilton Head, the correspondent with Thomas was taking notes of the unexampled rout of Hood's forees, horse, foot and artillery; and subsequently taking the Louisville cars, made his connections through, and reached the Herald office Dec. 21st, almost at the same moment in the morning that his confrere at Atlanta also entered the building. Of After resting only the brief period of course they shook hands again, and con- two days at Stanford, her owner rode her gratulated each other upon their fortunate with General Burnside's advance across escape from the many perils they had encountered in different parts of the country while upon similar errands. The names of Conyngham and Knox will long be memorable as war correspondents and historians.

the mountains into East Tennessee, and rode her every day during that campaign, lasting from August, 1863, to April, 1864, and in every engagement which his command was in. During one of these engagements, her owner, while riding her, 66 "Nellie," the Brave Battle Horse. ran into an ambush of the enemy's, and a Among 'cavalry people,' in war times, part of the bridle-bit was shot from her

mouth, leaving the rider only one rein; pulling too hard on that, her head was so suddenly turned, that she fell with him, and the rider was made prisoner. Springing up she escaped and swam the Tennessee river, and rejoined the cavalry with

Nellie, the brave Battle Horse.

the Federal troops. By good fortune her owner also escaped, and came in a few days after. Three times did she cross the Cumberland Mountains, where forage had to be packed on mules for a distance of one hundred miles, and three times did she make the march from Tennessee Valley to the Blue Grass region of Kentucky.

and staying close in camp at night. She never made a false step of her own fault, even on the worst of mountain roads and in the darkest nights. She also knew the whistle of a bullet or the shriek of a shell, and the direction of their flight, almost as well as her owner did.

Logic of Sugar and Coffee.

John Morgan, after escaping from the Ohio penitentiary, and while on his way, stealthily, to his former field of exploits, came in almost personal contact with a Union picket. His first impulse was to kill the picket, but finding him asleep, he determined to let him sleep on. He made his way to the house of a Union man he knew lived there, and went up and passed himself off as Captain Quartermaster of Hunt's regiment, who was on his way to Athens, Tennessee, to procure supplies of sugar and coffee for the Union men of the country. The lady, who appeared to be asleep while this interview. was taking place with her husband, at the mention of sugar and coffee, jumped out of bed in her night clothes, and said:

"Thank God for that, for we ain't seen any rale coffee up here for God knows how long!"

She was so delighted at the prospect that she made up a fire and cooked them a good supper. Supper being over, the General remarked that he understood some rebels had "tried to cross the river this afternoon."

"Yes," said the woman, "but our men killed some on um, and driv the rest back't."

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'Now," says the General, "I know that, but didn't some of them get over?"

In the memorable engagement at Cynthiana, Ky., June 12th, 1864, with the Confederates under John Morgan, her owner rode her in a cavalry charge upon the rebel retreating column. She leaped a stone wall with him and carried him so close to the rebels that the blood from the wound of a rebel, shot by her rider, splashed over her face and ears. On the "Yes," was her reply, "but they are on subsequent march from the Blue Grass the mountain, and can't get down without region of Kentucky, to join the army near being killed, as every road is stopped up." Atlanta, a distance of over four hundred "It is very important for me," said miles, she had no rider, and was neither Morgan, "to get to Athens by to-morrow bridled nor haltered during the whole night, or I may lose that sugar and coffee, march, lasting twenty-four days, keeping and am afraid to go down any of those her place in the march during the day, roads for fear my own men will kill me."

The fear of losing that sugar and coffee | Colonel, it seems, wrote to a political chum brought her again to an accommodating at Appleton, in which some important mood, and she replied-

"Why, Paul, kan't you show the Captain through our farm, that road down by the field?"

"Of course, Paul, you can do it," said the General," and as the night is very cold, I will give you ten dollars, in gold, to help you along."

plans for an approaching campaign were divulged; but said Appleton friend was unable to read the letter. Finally, after showing it around to all the leading personages of the place, and getting all the aid he could, he was enabled to make out all the contents of the letter but one line at the bottom. A few days after receiving The gold, now added to the prospect of the Colonel's letter, he was visited by the sugar and coffee, was too much for any Colonel himself, at Appleton, and after poor man's nerves, and he yielded; so, exchanging the usual salutations, and getting on a horse, he took Morgan seven while surrounded by a bevy of jolly acmiles to the big road. The good woman, quaintances, the Appletón friend remarked however, waited in vain for her sugar and to the Colonel that he had received the "rale coffee." letter, and with the aid of the good folks of Appleton, all of whom had read it and some of them several times, he could read it all but the last line; and producing the letter, remarked to the Colonel that not one of the many to whom he had shown the letter could make out that. “Why!” said the Colonel, "that is 'Strictly confidential.” treat.

Conundrums at the Wrong Time. Army teamsters have always been proverbial for the scientific volubility of their swearing. Modern times have not altered this fact. A teamster with the Cumber* land army got stuck in the mud, and he let fly a stream of black and blue oaths that would have astonished "our army in Flanders," even. A Chaplain, passing at the time, was greatly shocked to hear such solid balls of nouns substantive whizzing around.

The Appleton chum stood

"Old Sortie," the Rebel General. There was a jolly old Captain in the Eighteenth Missouri regiment of mounted infantry. He was everything good and efficient as an officer, a friend, and a gentleman; but he never deemed a close

"My friend," said he to the teamster, in plaintive accent, "do you know who died for sinners?" "D- your conundrums! Don't you study of the dictionary as essential to getsee I'm stuck in the mud?"

The worthy Chaplain here became so confused, that he tried thirteen times in his mind to make joiner's work of the question and answer, but was obliged, like Dogberry, to "give it up."

ting a living or subduing a Southern rebellion. One hot day, the Captain, floating around, sat down under the arbor in front of a fellow officer's tent, and, picking up a late paper, commenced to read aloud the heading of the telegraphic column as follows:

"Repulse-of-a-sortie-at-Charleston." Says he, after musing a moment: "Sortie? Sortie? A. Sortie? Cap, have the rebels any General by the name of A. Sortie?"

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66 "Strictly Confidential." Colonel B., of the Eighteenth Wisconsin regiment of volunteers, was, withal, a lawyer and politician, and, like many lawyers, wrote a very poor hand, so that it was almost impossible for a person not ac- Certainly, I've heard of old Sortie quainted with it to read it. Once upon a frequently.”

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time this made bad work all round. The "Well, I guess I have," said the Cap

tain,

66 I come to think now; I've hearn of his being repulsed very often."

Chickamauga and Chattanooga.

Ladies, permit me to address a few lines to you through the Tribune, in regard to 'correspondence' with soldiers and officers serving in the army of our country. We, The name Chickamauga,' in the Cher- the officers and soldiers of the army, need okee tongue, means "stagnant water," or and deserve the sympathy and counsel of still water, so named because of the ap- our mothers, wives, sisters and lady acparent stillness or stagnancy of the water quaintances, from the dear homes we have in that river. 'Chattanooga' is the Chero- left behind. From these, letters are alkee for hawk's nest or eagle's nest. The ways acceptable, are read with a deep intown was originally the head-quarters of terest, and there is always a deep feeling John Ross, the Cherokee chief. It received of respect for the writers and the dear old homes whence they come. There is no levity or expression of vulgar thought, or lewd allusions to the writers of themholy home thoughts of the dear ones we love so well; and often have I seen the bronzed face of the veteran, as well as the fair cheeks of the young recruit, flushed with manly pride, or over them flowing tears that spoke louder than words of true hearts and brave men. Not so when your cold, insipid and stale letters are received. There is generally a shout of derision from many voices as your carefully written nonsense is retailed out to a corporal, sergeant, private, or may-be a negro servant; and could you hear the vulgar wit and coarse expressions over your letters, and at your expense, I think, ladies, you would answer no more "Wanted, correspondence for mutual cultivation." I trust, ladies, that this article may be of service to you, inasmuch as it will urge you to write only to those whom you know; and you may put it down for a fact that any soldier or officer advertising for lady correspondence, does so for no honorable or noble purpose. Ninety-nine out of every hundred letters received by officers or Letter to Eight Young Ladies from a Soldier. soldiers are treated with contempt and deThe following curious epistle explains rision. Thus you see that your tender itself. Its publication first appeared in effusions, gushing out flowery and sentione of the daily papers of Chicago, Illi- mental platitudes, are used to your disadnois, the Tribune.

its name from its location, being surrounded on all sides by mountains, the poetic vision of the red man seeing in it an exact resemblance to a hawk's nest-albeit, General Bragg's definition of it would probably be "hornet's nest."

MEMPHIS, TENN., July 28, 1864. "To Eight Young Ladies, residing in

Illinois, Indiana and Michigan:

vantage and injury. In many cases the officer or soldier takes pains to ascertain your true name, and then your letters not only reflect to your disadvantage, but bring disgrace to your friends. I know