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"Certainly," was the reply; "as many him a volley but missed, on which the as you like. There is a German at head- Johnny, out of spite, returned the shot; quarters who steals blank passes for me, when Tyrrell, taking advantage of his and I fill them up myself. I give him empty carbine, sprang and caught him by whiskey for them.”

his abundant whiskers and dragged him from his horse. Here a short struggle ensued, in which the 'chivalry' had to give way to Northern muscle, although

and sabre, was marched to the picket lines by his escort, who guided him by walking behind him with one hand in each side of his whiskers. It is useless to say that he was received by the pickets with considerable merriment. The other reb, on seeing

He would like to go South, too, he said, in conclusion. He could describe the fortifications so much better than in a map. Both parties being satisfied, an arrange- they were both good types of their respectment for the boots was made. Zeutzschell ive regions, and Johnny, minus his gun was to get the exact distances of the defences, the number and disposition of the troops, &c., and secrete them, together with Mrs. Ranney's despatches, in one of the heels of the boots. This he did, according to promise; the boots were made and delivered on the evening appointed. his comrade's fate, and hearing the whirr Instead of reaching Generals Bragg and of a few random shots, fled, and left his Morgan, however, as intended, the maps, charge to come back at his will. papers, boots, owner, maker, and spy, suddenly found themselves in the hands of Shaking Hands in the Middle of the River. the army police, much to the astonishment and utter chagrin of all parties concerned. Zeutzschell and Young were sent to the military prison.

A detachment of Federal troops was stationed on the northern bank of the Potomac river; and on the opposite, or southern bank, was stationed a detachment of the Confederate troops,-all within hailing Northern Muscle and Southern Chivalry. distance, the river being not more than one After the Federal forces had flanked quarter of a mile wide at that point (ConJohnston's army from Dallas, it was con- rad's Ferry). A challenge was proclaimtrary to the usual custom, the fortune of ed by some two or three of the Federal the First Brigade-Sheridan's old Division troops to meet the same number of the -to be left behind the army a few days, Confederate troops in the middle of the as a guard for an ambulance train. One river, where it was fordable, to shake day two of the men-one of them Jack hands and drink each other's health. The Tyrrell, Commissary of the Brigade-challenge was accepted, and divesting went out to take a bath beyond and in themselves of their arms and a portion of sight of the Federal picket line, in a small their clothing, they met, exchanged salubayou, which temerity was observed by tations, and drank together in mutual some of Ferguson's cavalry hovering in friendship. These troops had been skirmthe vicinity, who detached two men, armed ishing across the river some six or eight with sabres and carbines, to bring them days previous, with cannon, rifles, and in. Being without arms they were sur-musketry. prised, and started off, en dishabille, in the very face of the pickets, who dared not fire for fear of injuring the prisoners. Each rebel started in a different direction with his charge. After going a short distance, of the Manassas conflict, was greatly inTyrrell dodged to one side, exposing his tensified by the following occurrence, as captor to the Federal pickets, who gave related by one of their officers:

Longstreet's Instant Detection of a Spy. The feverishness of the Confederates in regard to spies, during the eventful days

While Longstreet's corps was hurrying hanging from a tree by the roadside; but forward to Jackson's relief, several brig- before death, confessed that although a ades in advance on different roads were Virginian and a Confederate soldier, he observed to halt, thereby stopping all fur- had been in communication with the enether progress of the corps. Very angry my over ten months, and was then acting at this, Longstreet trotted to the front, for General Pope. and was informed that a courier had brought orders from General Lee to that effect!

"From General Lee?" said Longstreet, his eyes glowing with rage: "Where

is that courier?"

Gen. Longstreet.

More than à Match against Six. The brilliant exploit of Captain Strong, of the Belle City Rifles, Second Wisconsin regiment, in escaping, as he did, from the Confederates, into whose clutches he unfortunately fell, was the theme of congratulation on the part of every one who knew the gallant Captain's worth. When he enlisted as a Union soldier, he was a student in Racine College, about twentyone years of age, well built, and very agile and active. He was regarded in college as the best jumper, runner, &c., and with al an excellent shot, as well as a popular comrade of the students. Of his remarkable escape he says:

As I was passing through a thicket, I was surrounded by six rebel soldiersfour infantry and two cavalry. The footmen were poorly dressed, and badly armed, having old rusty altered muskets. cavalry were well mounted and well

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"There he goes now, General, galloping armed. down the road."

"As I have already told you-by General Lee's! I have orders for Longstreet, and must be off to the rear!"

The

Seeing I was caught, I thought it best to surrender at once. So I said, "Gentlemen, you have me." I was asked various questions as to who I was, where I was

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"Keep your eyes on him, overtake him, and bring him here," which was soon accomplished. "By whose orders did you halt my going, what regiment I belonged to, &c., brigade?" asked a Brigadier. all of which I refused to answer. One of the footmen said 'Let's hang the Yankee scoundrel,' and pointed to a convenient limb. Another said, 'No, let's take him to camp, and hang him there.' One of the cavalry, who seemed to be the leader, said, 'We will take him to camp.' They then marched me through an open place-two footmen in front, two in the rear, and a cavalry man on each side of me. I was armed with two revolvers and my sword.. After going some twenty rods, the sergeant, who was on my right, noticIn fifteen minutes the spy was lifeless, ing my pistols, commanded me to halt and

"Here is Longstreet," said that General, now moving forward,-" Where are your orders?"

The spy was caught! He turned red and pale, his lip quivered-he was self condemned.

"Give this man ten minutes, and hang him! Let the columns push forward immediately."

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give them up, together with my sword. | skin. The piece was so near as to burn
I said, Certainly, gentlemen,' and imme- the cloth about the size of one's hand.
diately halted. As I stopped, they all filed
past me, and of course were in front.

was, however, uninjured this time, save
the shot through my cheek. I then fired
at him again and brought him to the ground

hanging by his foot in the left stirrup,
and his horse galloping toward his camp.
I saw no more of the horseman on my
left, nor of the two footmen-but running
on soon came to our own pickets, uninjured
save the shot through my cheek, but other-
wise much exhausted from my exertions.

Rockafellow's Right Arm left Still.

We were at this time in an open part of the woods, but about sixty yards to the rear was a thicket of undergrowth. Thus everything was in my favor. I was quick of foot and a passable shot. Yet the design of escape was not formed until I brought my pistol pouches to the front part of my body, and my hands touched the stocks. The grasping of the pistols suggested my cocking them as I drew them out. This I did, and the moment I got command of them I shot down the two footmen nearest me- -about six feet offone with each hand. I immediately turned and ran toward the thicket in the rear. The confusion of my captors was apparently so great that I had nearly reached low, of Philadelphia. cover before shots were fired at me. ball passed through my left cheek, passing out of my mouth. Another one-a musket ball-went through my canteen.

Immediately upon this volley, the two cavalry separated, one to my right and the other to my left, to cut off my retreat the remaining two footmen charging directly toward me. I turned when the horsemen got up, and fired three or four shots; but the balls flew wild. I still ran on; got over a small knoll, and had nearly regained one of our pickets, when I was headed off by both of the mounted

men.

Judge Kelley entered the office of Mr. Stanton, Secretary of War, one day, having with him a youthful-looking officer, whose empty coat-sleeve hung from his left shoulder. He was introduced to the Secretary as Brevet Lieut. Harry Rockafel

One "My friend," said the Judge, "left a
situation worth eight hundred dollars a
year, three days after the President's proc-
lamation for troops, to carry a musket at
eleven dollars a month, with his regiment,
the New York Seventy-first. After the
term of his enlistment had expired, he
marched with his regiment to Bull Run.
Early in the day he received that ugly
rifle-ball in his mouth (pointing to a Minie
ball that was hung to his watch-key); and
for two hours and a half he carried it in
his fractured jawbone, fighting like a true
hero, until a cannon-ball took off his arm
and rendered him powerless. He was
captured, and for three months lay in a
mangled condition in a tobacco warehouse
in Richmond, without proper surgical
treatment. He was breveted a lieutenant
by his Colonel, for his bravery, and is now
filling a small clerkship. I beg of you to
appoint him in the regular service."

The Sergeant called to me to halt and surrender. I gave no reply, but fired at him and ran in the opposite direction. He pursued and overtook me, and just as his horse's head vas abreast of me, I turned, took good aim and pulled the trigger, but the cap snapped. At this time his carbine was unslung, and he was holding it with both hands on the left side of his horse. He fired at my breast without raising the piece to his shoulder, and the shot passed from the right side of my coat, through it and my shirt to the left, just grazing the

"But where could I put him, if I were to?" said Mr. Stanton.

The Judge was about to reply, when the young man raised his arm and said with an anxious look:

"See, I have a right arm still, and Gen

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eral Kearney has only his left; send me into the line where there is fighting to be done! I have letters from," he tried to draw a bundle of letters from his pocket. Mr. Stanton stopped him

"Put up your letters, Sir; you have spoken for yourself. Your wish shall be granted. The country cannot afford to neglect such men as you!"

to the word, he sprang upon and seized Captain Jones by the collar. For a second or two a scuffle ensued between the officers, when the latter broke loose. At the same instant one of the Mississippians dashed out the Federal officer's brains with the point of his musket.

Uncomfortably Warm Place for a Soldier. Ere the soldier could thank him for his A good story is told about a soldier, kindness, his case was noted. He turned who, in dodging away from a patrol, hid to leave, and remarked to the Judge as himself in a restaurant, by jumping into a they left, "I shall be proud of my com- large box used for steaming oysters. The mission. for I feel that I have earned it! lid closed with a spring lock, and the disThis day is the proudest one of my whole appointed patrol went on his way baffled. life." His heart seemed so light that he In a little while the colored man attending appeared not to realize the loss he had the apparatus turned on a full head of met with, nor the weary nights, and long, long days he had suffered in the vile prisons of the enemy. Congressman Ely came in just as he passed along the aisle and remarked, "There goes the noblest and most heroic of all our prisoners. He was the pride of the boys-all loved him as though he were a brother."

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By-Scene at the Battle of Leesburg. One of the terrible personal encounters at the battle of Leesburg, is thus related: As Captain Jones, of Company B, Seventeenth Mississippi regiment, was passing through the woods at the head of his men, he met another party headed by an officer. The two halting instantly upon discovering their close proximity, Jones exclaimed, "For God Almighty's sake, tell me quick-friends or enemies-who are you?" The other replied, "We are friends," and at the same time advanced. A little boy, named Joseph Ware, who was behind the Mississippian, instantly cried out, "Captain, they are not friends; don't you see they have not guns like ours? They are Yankees, let me shout." Again Jones exclaimed, "Who are you? Speak quick, for I can't keep my men from firing." "I'll let you know who we are, you d― rebel," said the Federal officer, for such he was, and suiting the action

Uncomfortably Warm Place.

steam in order to prepare a mess for some customers. The soldier began to grow uncomfortably warm, and soon kicked and yelled lustily for liberation, until the frightened negro ran away shouting that "de debbil was in de steamer." Other employees gathered around, hearing the noise, and released the perspiring soldier, who bounded with the speed of a machine whose motive power is steam.

Stating it Just Right.

When it was as well known as that the world exists, that Grant had forced Lee to retreat for scores of miles right steady

to the very walls of Richmond,, the rebel Bleeding, but Had His Colors With Him. papers declared with the coolest effrontery A sight at once horrible and sublime, that Lee was getting Grant just where he was witnessed after the Gettysburg batwanted him, that Grant was really re- tle, among the wounded heroes whose treating, and Lee in close pursuit. This deeds had crowned with imperishable honwas about equal to the facetious Iowa edi- or the history of that all-memorable day. tor who got a downright whaling in his A strong, stalwart fellow, with the chevprinting office, and described it next day rons of a sergeant on his arm, ragged and -giving all the facts, but making himself torn, was limping along slowly, with agony the hero:-There was a blow. Somebody terribly depicted upon his visage. The shoe fell. We got up. Turning upon our an- on his right foot was covered with blood. tagonist, we then succeeded in winding his arms around our waist, and by a quick manœuvre threw him on top of us, bringing our back, at the same time, in contact with the solid bed of the printing press. Then inserting our nose between his teeth and his hands in our hair, we had him!

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Glorious Effect of National Music upon the
Troops.

Head-quarters of Lee at Gettysburg.

When General Kearney's troops were being brought into action at the battle of Williamsburg, they met the lengthened files of General Hooker's wounded being carried to the rear. The shrieks of the lacerated soldiers, bleeding and ghastly, who had been fighting so long and so well, pierced the air, and this, joined to the mud and a large rent in his pantalcons, just and rain, and the exhaustion of those who above the knee, from which the blood was had come several miles with so much also trickling, solved the question of the speed, was not calculated to produce a fa- location of his wound. He was hatless, vorable impression on them as they were his hair was disordered, his face and hands going into action. General Heintzelman, were begrimed with smoke and powder, however, ordered several of the bands to and he looked altogether maniac-like and strike up national and martial airs, and exhausted. But he had his colors with when the strains of the familiar tunes him! His regiment, or the greater part reached the ears of the wounded as they of it, had been either killed or captured; were being carried from the field, their he had lost his colors once, and was aftercheers mingled with those of the soldiers ward captured himself. He watched his who were just rushing into the battle. opportunity, killed the rebel who held his The effect, too, was great on the other side; for some of the prisoners stated that when they heard the bands strike up the Star Spangled Banner, and heard our soldiers cheer, they knew that the victory would be ours.

flag, and escaped with it safely into the Union lines. Ought not the name of one so brave as he to be chiseled in monumental marble? It was against such heroes as this, that Lee and his myrmidons frantically but vainly fought.

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