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brief glance told a sweet story of home midway, the rogue turned and shouted: joys. The witnessing tears that gushed "Good bye, boys; I'm bound for Dixie!" silently to the eyelashes, and trembled a "Come back, or we'll shoot!" answered moment there ere they were dashed gently the guard. "Shoot and be away, spoke louder than the father's words white livered nigger-thieves," shouted had spoken. But a moment more, and Black, and in the midst of a shower of the firm consent followed. It was such a Minie balls he reached his destination. consent as a hero's wife loves to give a He entered at once the Confederate ranks, hero. In yet another moment the mother and proved an active fighter. During the steps quietly forward: battle he performed many feats of daring, and at night formed one of a corporal's guard who escorted a full company of captured Federals off the hotly-contested ground. As Black was laughing and joking, the Captain of the Federals re

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General Grant.

And

"Go, Ulysses, go, my dear son. may the blessing of Jehovah of hosts go with you!"

"I knew you would all consent," said the Captain, as he glanced his eye quickly and firmly to where some portions of his former armor were suspended; "for, if ever there was a just cause for fighting, it

is this in which I now volunteer."

marked to him:

"I ought to know that voice!-is that you, Black?"

"That's me!" jocosely replied the renegade Scotchman. "I couldn't stay with you, you see; it wasn't because I feared to fight, but I like to fight in the right cause always."

Singular enough, Black was escorting his old company, officers and all.

Hopeful Tackett-his Mark. Hopeful Tackett sang the inspiring national anthem

"An' the Star-Spangler' Banger in triumph shall wave

o: the lan dov the free-e-e, an' the ho mov the brave,"
as he sat on his little bench in the little
shop of Herr Kordwaner, the village shoe-
maker. Thus he sang, not artistically, but
with much fervor and unction, keeping

In a few hours more Captain Grant was on his way to the capital and gov-time with his hammer, as he hammered

ernor of the State.

away at an immense "stoga." And as he sang, the prophetic words rose upon the air, and were wafted, together with an odor of new leather and paste-pot, out of the window, and fell upon the ear of a ragged urchin with an armful of hand-bills.

Black, the Scotch Deserter at Leesburg. One of the Confederate soldiers in the Virginia army was a rough Scotchman named Black. His relatives were at the South, and, desiring to get to them, he had joined the Northern army, with the "Would you lose a leg for it, Hope?" intention of deserting at the first oppor- he asked, bringing to bear upon Hopeful a tunity. When on picket guard at the pair of crossed-eyes, a full complement of river, therefore, he pretended to bathe, white teeth, and a face spotted with its and being a good swimmer, dexterously kindred dust.

struck out for the Virginia shore. When "For the Banger?" replied Hopeful;

-a defiant look, that said that he was not afraid of all that nose-took his hat down

"guess I would. Both on 'em-an' a head, too."

"Well, here's a chance for you." And from its peg behind the door, and in spite

he tossed him a hand-bill.

of the bristling resistance of his hair, crowded it down over his head, and started for his supper. And as he walked he mused aloud, as was his custom, addressing himself in the second person, as follows:

Hopeful laid aside his hammer and his work, and picked up the hand-bill; and while he is reading it, take a look at him. Hopeful is not a beauty, and he knows it; and though some of the rustic wits call him "Beaut," he is well aware that they intend it for irony. His countenance runs too much to nose-rude, amorphous nose at that to be classic, and is withal rugged in Jing! (Hopeful had been piously brought

Hopeful Tackett.

'Hopeful, what do you think of it? They want more soldiers, eh? Guess them fights at Donelson and Pittsburg Lannen 'bout used up some o' them ridgiments. By

up, and his emphatic declarations took a
mild form.) Hopeful, 'xpect you'll have
to go an' stan' in some poor feller's shoes.
"Twon't do for them there blasted Secesh-
ers to be killin' off our boys, an' no one
there to pay them back. It's time this
here thing was busted! Hopeful, you an't
pretty, an' you an't smart; but you used
to be a mighty nasty hand with a shot
gun.
Guess you'll have to try your hand
on old Borey's (Beauregard's) chaps, an'
if you ever git a bead on one, he'll enter
his land mighty shortly. What do you
say to goin'?-you wanted to go last year,
but mother was sick, an' you couldn't; an'
now mother's gone to glory, why, show
your grit an' go. Think about it, any
how.'

And Hopeful did think about it-thought till late at night of the insulted flag, of the fierce fights and glorious victories, of the dead and the dying lying out in the pitiless storm, of the dastardly outrages of the

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outline and pimply in spots. His hair is decidedly too dingy a red to be called, even by the uttermost stretch of courtesy, auburn; dry, coarse, and pertinaciously ob- enemy-thought of all this, with his great stinate in its resistance to the civilizing warm heart overflowing with love for the efforts of comb and brush. But there is a dear old "Banger," and resolved to go. great deal of big, honest bone and muscle The next morning he notified the "boss" in him, which are of great value in a good of his intention to quit his service for that of Uncle Sam. The old fellow only opened his eyes very wide, grunted, brought out was in the stocking (a striped relic of the departed town and wished to enlist recruits for Frau Kordwaner,) and from it counted out Company Regiment, it was nearly and paid Hopeful every cent that was due sunset; and he took off his apron, washed him.

cause.

By the time he had spelled out the handbill, and found that Lieut.

his hands, looked at himself in the piece

But there was one thing that sat heavily

of looking-glass that stuck in the window upon Hopeful's mind. He was in a pre

dicament that all are liable to fall into- of glistening bayonets-it was only a skirhe was in love, and with Christina, Herr mish, a bushwacking fight for the possesKordwaner's daughter. Christina was a sion of a swamp. A few companies were plump maiden, with a round, rosy face, an deployed as skirmishers, to drive out the extensive latitude of shoulders, and a gen- enemy. eral plentitude and solidity of figure. All "Now, boys," shouted the Captain, these she had; but what had captivated" after 'em! Shoot to kill, not to scare Hopeful's eye was her trim ankle, as it 'em!" appeared to him one morning, encased in "Ping! Ping!" rang the rifles. a warm white yarn stocking of her own "Z-z-z-z-oit!" sang the bullets. knitting From this small beginning, his On they went, crouching among the great heart had taken in the whole of her, bushes, creeping along under the banks and now he was desperately in love. Two of the brook, cautiously peering from beor three times he had essayed to tell her hind trees in search of "butternuts." of his proposed departure; but every time Hopeful was in the advance; his hat was that the words were coming to his lips, lost, and his hair more defiantly bristling something rushed up into his throat ahead than ever. Firmly grasping his rifle, he of them, and he couldn't speak. At last, pushed on, carefully watching every tree after walking home from church with her and bush. A rebel sharpshooter started one Sunday evening, he held out his hand to run from one tree to another, when, and blurted outquick as thought, Hopeful's rifle was at his

"Well, good-bye. We're off to-mor- shoulder, a puff of blue smoke rose from

row."

"Off! Where?"

"I've enlisted."

Christina didn't faint. She didn't take out her delicate and daintily perfumed mouchoir to hide the tears that were not there. She looked at him for a moment, while two great real tears rolled down her cheeks, and then-precipitated all her charms right into his arms. Hopeful stood it manfully-rather liked it, in fact. But that is a tableau that may be left to the imagination, the tears and embraces, protestations of undying affection, promises of eternal remembrance, etc.

its mouth, and the rebel sprang in the air and fell back-dead. Almost at the same instant, as Hopeful leaned forward to see the effect of his shot, he felt a sudden shock, a sharp burning pain, grasped at a bush, reeled, and sank to the ground.

"Are you hurt much, Hope?" asked one of his comrades, kneeling beside him and staunching the blood that flowed from his wounded leg.

"Yes, I expect I am; but that red wamus over yonder's redder'n ever now. That feller won't need a pension.”

They carried "Hope" back to the hospital, and the old surgeon looked at the wound, shook his head, and briefly made his prognosis :—

"Bone shattered-vessel injured-bad leg-have to come off. Good constitution, though; he'll stand it."

The next morning found Hopeful with a dozen others, in charge of the Lieutenant, and on their way to join the regiment, and as he went through the various duties and changing experiences of soldier life, he would say, "Hopeful, the Banger's took care of you all your life, and now you're here to take care of it. See that you do it the best you know how? But in his ease the path to glory was not amid the Once more Hopeful is sitting on his litroar of cannon and muskets, through a tle bench in Mynheer Kordwaner's little storm of shot and shell, over a serried line | shop, pegging away at the coarse boots,

And he did stand it; always cheerful, never complaining, only regretting that he must be discharged—that he was no longer able to serve his country.

singing the same glorious prophecy that he was first heard singing. He had but two One, the linger

troubles after his return.

embrace his stump of a leg, gently patting and stroking it, and talking to it as to a pet. If a stranger was in the shop, he

"Do you know what I call that? I call

ing regret and restlessness that attend a would hold it out admiringly, and ask: civil life, after an experience of the rough, independent life in camp. The other that 'Hopeful Tackett-his mark!” trouble was when he first saw Christina

And a mark of distinction-a badge of The loving warmth with patriotism and honor-it might well be

which she greeted him pained him; and

when the worthy Herr considerately went

At

called.

Army.

out of the room, leaving them alone, Hope- Substitute Broker Sold-"Indians" for the ful relapsed into gloomy silence. length, speaking rapidly, and with choked utterance, he said:

Along the dock near the foot of First Street, Detroit, is a large wooden figure of an Indian, embellished with all the trappings of a Chippewa chief, and leaning against the warehouse of Well, one

day a stranger appeared in front of the

"Christie, you know I love you now, as I always have, better'n all the world. But I'm a cripple now-no account to nobody -just a dead weight-an' I don't want you, 'cause o' your promise before I went provost-marshal's office, and beckoning to away, to tie yourself to a load that'll be a drag on you all your life. That contract -ah-promise-an't-is-is hereby repealed! There!"

And he leaned his head upon his hands and wept bitter tears, wrung by a great agony from his loving heart.

It would seem as if Hopeful had always thought that such was the case, and was just receiving new light upon the subject, he started up so suddenly.

one of the substitute brokers hanging around there, said to him, "You are in the substitute business, I believe?" Being answered affirmatively, he continued, "Do you take Indians?" "Oh, yes," said the broker. "Well," inquired the stranger, "what will you give me if I tell you where you can Christie gently laid her hand upon his get one, sound in every respect, not liable shoulder, and spoke, calmly and slowly--to draft, and will go as a substitute, if "Hopeful, your soul was in that leg, accepted?" "Give you?" replied the was it?" broker, every feature in his face beaming with delight at the prospect of making a lucky strike, "give you! why, I'll give you a hundred dollars in greenbacks." "It's a bargain," said the stranger, and here they clasped hands fraternally over it. "Here's my name,' he continued, handing the broker a card, on which was pencilled "Enoch Ketchum." "Take this to near the foot of First street, and tell them that I sent you after that Indian; they will understand it; and don't forget the hundred dollars when you get him through." "All right," shouted the broker, as he jumped on board of a street car, on his way to the foot of First street. Having reached the warehouse, he presented his card, and informed the attendants of his mission. "Go

"By Jing! Christie!"

And he grasped her hand, and--but that is also one of those scenes to be left to the imagination. And Christie promised the next Christmas to take the name, as she already had the heart, of Tackett. Herr Kordwaner, too, had come to the conclusion that he wanted a partner, and on the day of the wedding a new sign was to be put up over a new and larger shop, on which "Co." would mean Hopeful Tackett. In the mean time, Hopeful hammered away lustily, merrily, whistling and singing the praises of the "Banger." Occa- right through the back door on to the dock, sionally, when resting, he would tenderly and turn to the left, and you will find the

only Indian that I know anything about in incident occurred which seemed to warm this neighborhood," said the attendant. and gladden every loyal heart. A young Having followed directions, he soon came lady stepped from the crowd, went up to face to face with the Chippewa chief here- her betrothed, took him by the hand, and tofore referred to. Fully realizing the joke led him up to the stand, where the recruit which had been played upon him, he went ing officers were taking the names of those back to the warehouse, and finding the who desired to enlist in the service of party laughing at his expense, he bawled their country. Having done this, and out: "That was well done, but that without seeming in the least abashed in wooden Indian is better than some live the presence of the large assembly, the men that have gone in as substitutes," and left said dock in a hurry, occasionally casting a furtive glance around to see if any one he knew was interested in the sell.

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Union Recruits among the Negroes. Some queer things now and then turn up, and the following is a pretty fair sample of the best:

A Tennessee slaveholder from the counry approached an old acquaintance, also a slaveholder, residing in Nashville, and said in quite a friendly and confiding man

ner:

"I have several negro men lurking about this city somewhere. I wish you would look out for them, and when you find them, do with them for me as if they were your own."

"Certainly, I will," replied his friend. A few days afterward the parties met again, and the planter askedslaves?"

'Have you found my

"I have."

"And where are they?"

"Well, you told me to do with them just as if they were my own, and, as I made my men enlist in the Union army, I did the same with yours."

fair girl kissed him warmly, and then with her own plighted hand gracefully placed his hand on the roll, for him to sign his name. It was the rarest scene and subject for a painter-a fair and beautiful girl inspiring her lover to go forth to noble deeds for their common country! There was enthusiasm in that meeting.

Beauties of Rebel Conscripting. Early in the morning of Nov. 6th, 1861, the outside picket belonging to our army at Newport News, on the river, was hailed by a man who approached in a skiff of small size he proved to be a Virginian, by the name of Peter White, who escaped from a rebel prison at Williamsburg, Va.,

He used to own a little schooner, the Maria Louisa, and traded up and down the James and York rivers, especially during the oyster season. He hardly ever slept on shore, making the schooner his real home, having his wife and two children with him. In April, 1861, when the enlistment in the rebel army was progressing favorably, some one made overtures to White about enlisting Being at heart a Union man, he did not feel inclined to do so, yet he wished, if possible, to save the

The astonished planter thoughtfully ab- schooner and its contents, that being all squatulated.

the property he owned in the world. He therefore ran into a little bay in the ChicPutting his Hand to the Roll. kahominy river, a small branch of the In one of the counties of Indiana a James, where he found a safe hiding-place. meeting was held by the patriotic citizens, At this time his wife died, and he had a for the purpose of getting volunteers, by good excuse in the care of his children the usual means of encouragement and for refusing to accept the offers of enlistpromise. After the matter had progressed ment, which were still occasionally made some time in the usual manner, a pleasant to him.

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