the cow milked for his own special benefit. killed there, having arrived at Fort PickThis she indignantly refused. The Colo- ering, below Memphis, Colonel Jackson nel, not wishing to compromise his reputa- of the Sixth United States Heavy Artiltion for gallantry, remarked that if all the lery had his regiment formed into line for young ladies in Virginia were as beautiful her reception. In front of its centre stood as the one he had the pleasure of address-fourteen men, as fine, brave fellows as ever ing, he had no desire to conquer the Con- trod the earth. They were the remnant federacy. With a toss of her pretty head of the First battalion of the regiment now and a slight but most expressive elevation drawn up-all who had escaped the fiendof her nose, she answered thus: "Well, ish scenes at Pillow. sir, if all the gentlemen in your army are as ugly as you are, we ladies have no desire to conquer them!" 66 How are you, Colonel? Doubtful Loyalty, Political and Matrimonial. Mrs. Booth came forward. In her hand she bore a flag, red and clotted with human blood. She took a position in front of the fourteen heroes, so lately under her deceased husband's command. The ranks before her observed a silence that was full of solemnity. Many a hard face showed by twitching lips and humid eyes how the sight of the bereaved lady touched bosoms that could meet steel almost unmoved, and drew on the fountain of tears that had remained dry even amid the pitiless sights of a terrific battle. Turning to the men before her, she said: "Boys, I have just come from a visit to the hospital at Mound City. There I saw your comrades wounded at the bloody struggle in Fort Pillow. There I found this flag-you recognize it! One of your comrades saved it from the insulting touch of traitors. I have given to my country all I had to give-my husband-such a gift! Yet I have freely given him for freedom and my country. Next to my husband's cold remains, the dearest object left to me in the world is this flag-the flag that waved in proud defiance over the works of Fort Pillow! Soldiers! this flag I give to you, knowing that you will ever remember the last words of my noble husband, 'Never surrender Kansas City is a gay place, and they have queer specimens of humanity down there. If there should exist any doubt on this subject, the following case in point, about a woman of doubtful loyalty who was brought before the Provost Marshal, will help to confirm the assertion. This woman gave as an evidence of her loyalty that her husband had been killed in the One Hundred and Sixth Illinois regiment. "When did your husband go to Illinois ? "About three years ago." "That was before the war, was it not?" "Yes." Why did you not go to Illinois with him?” "Well, I didn't like to go off so far with a man I wasn't much acquainted with." "You don't mean to say that your own husband was so much of a stranger that you did not like to go with him?" “Yes, I do. I had only been married to him about a year, and I wasn't going to leave my folks and go off to Illinois with a man I didn't know more about." What could the Marshal do to get such a case the flag to traitors.” off his hands but to discharge her, though, estimating her loyalty to her country by that to her husband, she was a somewhat doubtful patriot. The Bloody Flag of Fort Pillow. The widow of Major Booth, formerly commander at Fort Pillow, and who was Colonel Jackson then received from her hand-on behalf of his command-the blood stained flag. He called upon the regiment to receive it as such a gift ought to be received. At that call he and every man of the regiment fell upon their knees, and solemnly appealing to the God of battles, each one swore to avenge their brave and fallen comrades, and never-Never | the boy go to defend themselves, when he surrender the flag to traitors.' Maiden Loveliness at Culpepper. Some-but happily not all-of the women of Virginia, were positively hideous in their fierce secession sentiments. For instance, when the Union army was retreating through that hot-bed of rebellion, Culpepper, a young girl stood at her father's door and gave utterance to her feelings in this wise: "You're falling back again, you Yankee cut-throats and robbers, are you? I now shall see my 'Bonnie Blue Flag' again”—(here she sang a verse of that song in a shrill, hyena key,)-"you ought to paint a black wench on your dirty Star Draggled Banner, and a Yankee horse-thief embracing her." took to the woods and was soon lost to sight. As the main body of troops marched by, she fired her pistol at them also, but without effect, her door receiving in return some half-dozen rifle ball perforations, to remind her that shooting was a dangerous business. Fine Trap but no Game. Mrs. Mills was a genuine Virginia specimen of her sex, and her husband was absent in the Confederate army, of which he was an officer. One day she was visited by two Federal officers, (Quartermaster S. and Commissary B.) who were on a foraging excursion. Mrs. Mills received them in a most bewitchingly friendly manner, spread out a glorious dinner, and offered to sell them oceans of milk and bushels of cherries. With a pleasant smile she invited them into the house, setting chairs for their accommodation. Nothing loth, the two officials entered, and after some and turn them out to graze. Nothing could exceed the politeness of Mrs. Mills. She was so glad they had come, and so fearful that their long ride, under a scorching sun, might have fatigued them. And were they not hungry? Wouldn't they allow her to set out something for them to Southern Female Chivalry. As Colonel Lander was riding ahead of his troops, down the road and reconnoitering, on the way to Phillippi, he came to a house by the road-side, where the woman pressing consented to unsaddle their horses was up, when, Yankee-like, he began to question her about the number of secessionists in the neighborhood. She wanted to know what side he belonged to. He replied by asking if she supposed he would be in that neighborhood if he did not want to join the secessionists. He learned from her that the rebels had no artillery. Be- eat? She was so sorry their camp was fore he returned from his reconnoissance so distant, for nothing would delight her of the town of Phillippi the woman had more than to send them strawberries and discovered her mistake, and had a pis- milk, and cherries, and everything which tol in hand for him, which she discharged her garden could furnish. She thought at his person, without any damage, how- the Union soldiers were such gentlemenHe took off his hat and bowed to so gallant and brave-and so considerate her very gallantly, and begged her not to towards the poor Virginians who had lost shoot at his men, as they would kill her. their all in this sorrowful war. And Just then the advance of his reconnoiter- couldn't they stay to dinner, and allow her ing party came up, when he ordered a to treat them with true Virginia hospicouple of them to seize the woman's son, tality? ever. a lad of about seventeen, to prevent him Such a loving reception extended by informing the enemy of their approach. the wife of a secession soldier to two perThe boy was immediately seized, when fect strangers, was so very unlike other the mother came at them with an axe and earthly things, and so very like the conthe fury of a savage, and they had to let cluding chapters of the "yeller kivered," that it astonished our soldier friends. The "No, indeed," said the commissary; commissary looked at the quartermaster," why, at home, I never had anything like and the quartermaster, thinking he de- it. Salt pork and small potatoes are all tected a wink in B.'s eye, returned it, and we get up in our country." both together they entered the house. With many thanks and protestations that nothing was further from their intention than to give trouble, they took seats, and whilst the lady bustled about to prepare dinner, had time to look about them. Their The lady was terribly afraid that the gentlemen were not being suited, and that they really thought her dinner a poor one, "but then you know," she added with a smile, "I am doing my best, and if I could do better I would." "Of course," said the quartermaster. "Of course," echoed the commissary. "And if my butter is soft it is not my fault, is it?" "Oh, certainly not," exclaimed both in concert. They were in a cleanly, well kept Virginia log-house, with old-fashioned furniture; and were evidently partaking of the hospitalities of a lady of cultivated manners and excellent understanding. ride had been a long and troublesome one, and their hearts were almost melted in gratitude towards their fair benefactress. A few moments sufficed for the prepara- and talking. The quartermaster made tion of the meal, and the lady, placing chairs at the table, invited them to be seated. The lady was so bewitching, that for two hours the guests sat at her table, eating "I believe, madam, that your husband is in the Confederate army," said B; "you must be very lonely without him.” "Oh, no-not with such good company as you are, and then, besides, I hear from him every two or three days, and he tells me all what is going on. Only a day or two ago I had word from him.” the apologies, and the commissary adroitly put the questions. The fair rebel no doubt thought she had effectually caught the two Of course, nothing on that humble board simple hearted gentlemen who sat meekly could, in her estimation, suit the epicu- before her, and glorying in the triumph rean palates of two such gallant officers which afternoon would bring, were slightly of the Union army. Her bread she was unguarded. afraid was too heavy, and her butter too soft. Her milk had soured, and, she was almost ashamed to tell it, but the very last piece of fresh meat had been eaten that very morning, and she had nothing but ham to offer the gentlemen,-but then the ham had been of her father's own raising, and she knew they would like it. Perhaps they would taste some of her early cher- The quartermaster treasured this up, ries and strawberries, and asparagus, too; and the commissary, looking ten times more but no, the cherries were under, and the simple-hearted than previously, ejaculated, strawberries over ripe, and that good-for-"How very nice!" nothing wench that did the cooking had left the asparagus too long on the fire, and it was boiled all to pieces. She knew the gentlemen wouldn't like it. And her potatoes, too, she had taken such pains with them, and just to think how sodden they -oh, it was awful! were "My dear madam," broke in the polite quartermaster, "pray don't apologise any more. "Yes, and he says that Beauregard's army, or a good part of it, at least, is at Richmond, and that soon the enemy will be driven from about here, and then he can come and see me whenever he wants to." The quartermaster took a mouthful of water, and the commissary said, "Indeed!" After a pause, he ventured to ask "But, madam, suppose your husband' The meal is excellent. I haven't should be shot; how would you take ever sat down to a better. Have you, B?" it?" "Oh, never you mind her," broke in B., "she knows very well that if he's killed, I will come down here and marry her." "Your northern gentlemen are so kind,” said the lady, "why, I never did see a finer set of fellows, and every one unmarried, too. How strange!" "Not strange at all," said the quartermaster, "because only single men come to war, the married ones staying at home to take care of their wives." her husband's name and regiment. B. took it down, and said if the old gentleman was taken, he would send him over to her “ as soon as he could." Just as soon as she saw a man coming along the road with her husband, she might believe it was he coming back. They sat talking for a long time, each one becoming more interested in the other, until the quartermaster espied a Federal horseman galloping along the road in front The lady thought a moment, and re- of the house. His manner was excited, plied Nei and the lady suddenly turning towards the "But, Mrs. Mills," said he, after a moment's small talk, "haven't you any milk or butter you could sell us? I almost forgot it, but we came here to buy something for the starving fellows at the camp." Had he seen the starving fellows at camp about this time, perhaps he would not have talked so placidly about them. The telegraph line had signalled danger to them, and with it came the order to prepare for a fight. Where is the quartermaster and commissary?' was heard on "Yes, and there's no end to the boxes of crackers and barrels of pork, and barrels of sugar and coffee, and boxes of candles and cheese, he sends me, for myself and friends, and when his wagons-you know he keeps three or four-are doing some- all sides. They had been gone since early thing else, why, my friend, the quarter- morning, and here, at four o'clock, they master, jumps aboard his, and drives over, and handing the servant a piece of paper from me, comes back with lots of them. Why, the General will do anything for me." The lady appeared as if she thought she had found a friend, indeed, and gave him had not returned. The enemy advancing in force,' had been signalled from the very direction in which they had gone, and their long absence was a sure indication that they had been captured. Heavy bets were staked against it. I'll bet two and a half to one they're taken,' cried a Colo nel. Take it!' said a major, 'they've got | vast amount of information which, from fast horses, and can go a streak.' Every the various seats of war, they daily comone was anxious. municated to their respective journals. Finer specimens of reportorial aptness, vivacity, and felicitous narrative, are seldom met with, whether in newspapers or books, in times of war or of peace. "CampFire and Cotton-Field," by Mr. Thos. W. Knox, one of the reportorial staff of the Herald, deserves special commendation, as being altogether unsurpassed for its panoramic views of the Great War and all But, with minds far from anxiety, our two officers still staid with Mrs. Mills, procuring all sorts of dainties, and filling their bags and baskets with them. They rose finally, however, saying they must be going, and the commissary took out his pocket-book to pay for the articles they had bought. He flourished its contents very considerably, and the lady higgled about the change, and couldn't calculate, and had those various side scenes and occurrences no dimes or quarters, and must go up which constitute the most piquant feature stairs for some small money. B. didn't in war narratives. Old Hannah and the Restored Sc.dier. The hospitals in Jefferson City, Missou object, but winked to the quartermaster, who brought up the horses, and they both mounted. "Mrs. Mills," shouted he, "I have the ri, were at one time in the most fearful right money-here it is." condition imaginable. One poor fellow, as he stated to a visitor, had lain there sick on the hard boards, and seen five men carried away dead, one after the other, from his side. He was worn to a skeleton; worn through so that great sores were all Down stairs came the lady, and sought to engage them in conversation again. She reluctantly took the money, and, finding that they would go, was at loss for further means of detention. But hospitality came to her aid, and she asked them to over his back, and filthy beyond telling. dinner next day. Of course they consented, and, thanking her, arranged what dainties were to be provided. Two minutes more settled that point, and as they bade her Good-bye, a shadow passed over her countenance. They walked their horses leisurely to the road, and, looking behind them, each one clapped the spur deep into his horse's side, and with lightning speed they galloped off. Five minutes afterwards a secession troop came riding by, some stopping at the house to hunt for Unionists! Mrs. Mills had set a fine trap, but lost her game. The above spirited sketch, though float ing as a waif upon the tide of newspaper Old Hannah. reading, sounds so much like the effusions One day, old Hannah, a black woman who of Sentinel,' of the New York World, had some washing to do for a doctor, went and Mr. Shanks, of the New York Herald, down the ward to hunt him up. She saw, that, even if not due to one or the other on her way, this dying man, and had comof the writers named, they may truthful- passion on him, saying, "O, doctor! let me ly be spoken of as having laid the coun- bring to the man my bed, to keep him off try under no slight obligation for the the floor." The doctor said, "The man is |