An Hibernian's Tustle with a "Mississippi

Tiger."

"Nothing next; but you are all pris

oners."

The dogged, obstinate, and bitter char- The militiaman got his eyes open by acter of the rebel Gulf troops was one of this time, and seeing the stars of a Major the familiar facts of the war, as the follow- General before him, supposed the veritable ing incident which happened near Mar-old Pap Price had him in hand. He tinsburg, Va., will show. A son of Erin dropped his gun by his side, folded his captured one of the famous 'Mississippi arms, and appeared resigned to his fate. Tigers,' but while bringing him to the A German soldier now came up and asked Union camp, the Tiger,' an immense fel- what was going on. He was told that the low, managed to free himself and run. camp had been captured, and he had to The plucky Hibernian disdained to use surrender. his musket, but chased him with the wild"We will see about that!" said the est speed. At last, seizing him, at it they German, tightening his belt and preparing went, in the most logical style of rough- for a fight. The two soldiers then escortand-tumble. The Tiger,' maddened by ed the General and his aid to head-quarthe stinging whacks which the lusty Hiber-ters, and when they discovered that it was nian dealt, basely bit him, nearly severing "Old Rosy," and not " Old Pap," who had his thumb. The Celt dropped the soldier captured the camp, they felt greatly relievthen, and retaliated in the same way; ed and made up their minds not to be finally he conquered him after a tremen- caught napping again. dous whaling, which dislocated his shoulder. The next day he visited the son of the "Repudiation State," in the hospital, went up to him, and shaking his well arm with a hearty grip, observed, with his 'rich Irish brogue,' "I haven't a bit of a grudge agin ye; be jabers! ye are almost as good as meself."

Mighty Big Risk.

The Union pickets near the James river, while one night quietly sitting around their fires, were startled by the report of a single rifle from the enemy's line, followed by an irregular volley. Of course every man sprang to his arms in an instant, ready to repel any assault of the enemy. "Don't fire, boys," was the order given in a low tone by the Lieutenant in command, who had received instructions not to fire unless the Johnnies saw fit to thoroughly initiate the barbarous practice. For a few seconds the enemy's bullets continued to whistle spitefully by, and the Lieutenant was about giving the order returning the fire, when three Johnnies came 'piling'

"Old Rosy," and not "Old Pap." General Rosecrans was one of those wide-awake commanders who could not be caught napping. He was accustomed to visit all the camps and outposts, to see that the soldiers under him were thoroughly on the alert. One night, the General, accompanied by Major Bond, mounted his horse and galloped out to Camp Sheridan, the stamping ground of General Pike's over the works into the Federal lines, and enrolled militia. It was midnight when the two officers arrived at the camp, and not being hailed, they dashed into the centre of the camp, and dismounted. A soldier came forward from some place of concealment and hailed the officers

with a fervent 'Thank God!' sank down behind the embankment. This occurrence accounted for the sudden outbreak of the Confederate pickets, who upon discovering the flight of their treacherous videttes, had opened fire upon them. Out of eight who attempted to run the perilous gauntlet, only the three succeeded, the remaining five being either killed or disabled by the

shots of their companions. By a precon- Delivering up their Swords at Fort Pulaski. certed arrangement, three cartridges were After a truly heroic defence, Fort Puelevated and successively flashed above laski yielded to the superior prowess of its the Federal works by the lucky Johnnies, assailants, and became again part of the to indicate to their less fortunate friends possessions, as well as of the property of the number reaching the Union lines in the glorious Union it was designed to prosafety. On being invited to warm them-tect and preserve.

selves at the picket fire, they refused, First, an interview of one hour took fearing lest the light might reveal them to place between Colonel Olmsted, the rebel their former companions, but a few yards commandant, and General Gillmore on the from the line. "We un's run a mighty Union side. The terms of capitulation big risk in getting to you un's, and now having been settled, General Gillmore was we's safe, we don't care to run any more," shown over the fort by the Colonel, and was their reply, and so they remained

shivering under cover of the federal works,

until sent to head-quarters.

Delirious Bravery of a Southern Hotspur.

On the last day of the fight at Pea Ridge, while the force under General Sigel was gallantly charging the rebels, and driving them from the heights they had occupied, one rebel officer, Captain of a Louisiana company, seemed resolved to throw away his life. As his fellow soldiers retreated, he advanced further towards our troops until he was almost alone. He waved his sword and cried in a loud ring

Gen. David Hunter.

ing voice for his men to follow him, de- took his leave, accompanied by Colonel nouncing them as cowards if they retreated. Rust. Messengers from General Hunter They heeded not his appeals, and seeing had meantime arrived. These, together himself deserted he ran towards our ad- with General Gillmore's aid, made the vance, shouting like a madman and saying rounds of the fort under the escort of Colosomething that sounded like, "I am brave nel Olmsted, who introduced them to his as Cæsar. If we are whipped, I do not officers, and comprised the only persons want to live. Come on, you Yan- present when the swords were delivered. kees!" The Union infantry were anxious Major Halpine, as the representative to take this southern hotspur prisoner, and of General Hunter, received the weapons. would have done so had not one of their The ceremony was performed in the batteries opened from the left, and in its Colonel's head-quarters, all standing. It storm of iron swept down the single life was just at dark, and the candles gave only which, so full of fierceness, ebbed itself a sombre half-light. The weapons were away in the sodden and unpitying ground. laid on the table, each officer advancing in He was the son of a sugar planter living turn, according to his rank, and mentioning up the Bayou La Fourche, and was given his name and title; nearly every one added to drunkenness-which perhaps accounts some remark, the Colonel's being defined: for his delirious conduct. "I yield my sword, but I trust I have not

Reb.-Why don't you come and take

disgraced it." Major Alpine, in reply, Big Black, and I guess its now in active spoke gracefully of the painfulness of the service, by the way it plays into these duty he had been called upon to perform works. -to receive the swords of men who had shown by their bravery that they deserved Vicksburg? to wear them. As soon as the surrender was complete, the Stars and Stripes once more flapped their glorious folds in the secession breezes of that famed region of the 'Sunny South.' The officers invited the Unionists to their quarters, where several took supper, and some even slept with the rebels whom they had been fighting with such bloody desperation only a few hours before.

Fed-Oh, we're in no particular hurry. General Grant is not yet ready to transfir you North.

Reb.-(boastingly)-We've got a lot of your old flags over here. Fed.-Have you, though? You'd better make shirts of 'em, for they'd look better'n that butternut.

Reb.-(in a husky voice)-I want to

• Reb.-How's Hooker? He had to re- trade some corn-meal for some coffee. cross the river, did he not?

Fed.-Yes, but he was not as big a fool as your General was. He did not burn the bridges before his men all got across! Reb.-What do you think of the gunboat Cincinnati?

Fed.-Gunboat? Why, don't you know the difference between a gunboat and a hay-rack?

Fed. What did you say? Reb.-(louder)-Won't you trade some coffee for some corn-meal?

Fed. You'd better get some coffee, or something else, for you've eat corn-meal till you can't talk plain.

Reb.-When are you going to make a

change?

Fed.-Oh, in about two years. We are

Reb.-(just in the act of throwing a in no hurry-are living fine over herehand-grenade)-Antn'y, over!

Fed. (in the act of hurling it back) -Look out for the skillets and camp-kettles!

have a pleasant place, and ammunition to last us the rest of the time.

Six Generals Waiting to Receive Battle. Six Un'on Generals waiting upon Pleasant Hill, for the second day's attack of the

Fed.-(addressing a rebel lieutenant of artillery)-Where's your gun? Reb.-Turned it over to Grant at the enemy, formed a war picture of rare in

terest. The plateau had the appearance that curled around him than in the noise of a parade-ground on a holiday. Regi- and bustle that filled the air. ments marching to the right, and regi- There, too, was General Smith, with ments marching to the left, batteries being his bushy, grayish beard, and his eager moved and shifted, cavalry squads moving eye, as it appeared through spectacles, in single file through the brush, now and giving him a strong resemblance to a then an aid galloping madly, or an orderly schoolmaster, as indeed he was, in the milat full speed, driving his spurs, and holding itary sense, to the enemies of his country. an order or a dispatch between his teeth, General Arnold, the chief of artillery, bugles sounding the different cavalry calls, with his high boots, and slouched hat and drums repeating the orders of the thrown over his head, seemed the busiest Captains, all passed and re-passed, and man of all. controlled the vision, making very much the impression that a spectator in the theatre receives as he looks upon a melodrama.

In an enclosure near the roadside was a small cluster of gentlemen, to whom all this phantasmagoria had the meaning of life and death, power and force.

General Banks, with his light-blue overcoat buttoned closely around his chin, was strolling up and down, occasionally conversing with one of his staff, or returning with his accustomed suavity the salute of a passing subaltern. No one could possibly forget Banks after once seeing him.

Near Banks was General W. B. Franklin-his face as rough and rugged as when he rode through the thick and furious storms of the Peninsula,-the ideal of a bold, daring, resolute, indomitable fighting soldier.

Burnside Directing a Retreat.

A wounded soldier who served in Burnside's expedition in North Carolina, mentions that at Newbern, on one occasion, the Federal troops, on account of the numerous batteries they had to encounter,

There were few braver men in that group, or elsewhere, than Major General Charles O'Malley. He had two horses shot under him the day before. His face was very calm that morning, and occa- became discouraged, and were falling back; sionally he pulled his whiskers nervously, thereupon an officer rode up in haste to as though he scented the battle afar off, Burnside, and asked if he would order a and was impatient to be in the midst of retreat. "Retreat!" said Burnside, "yes, the fray. right into the face of the enemy. That is General Charles P. Stone, the chief of how I want you to retreat." A forward staff, a quiet, retiring man, and regarded movement was immediately ordered, and by the few that knew him as one of the by a forward retreat, the Union troops finest soldiers in the service, was sitting carried all before them, driving the enemy on a rail smoking cigarettes, and apparent- from their entrenchments, and capturing ly more interested in the puffs of smoke all their strongholds.

Three Soldiers Captured by a Boy with a ment of the United States. A noble lookCoffee Pot. ing, white-haired man, of very imposing

An amusing instance of the value of a appearance, he nevertheless proved an utready wit and presence of mind occurred ter failure as a military leader, running during the advance of the Second Corps like a coward before the veterans of Curof Federal troops, near Hatcher's Run. tis and Sigel on that bloody day.

A young lad in the Fourteenth Connecti

cut regiment, going with a coffee-pot to get water from the stream, suddenly found himself surrounded by three of the enemy.

Albert Pike.

It was in another sphere, and a totally different one, that Pike was destined to shine; and shine he did. He was a man of extraordinary genius, and had pocketed a hundred thousand dollars as the fees of

With all the fierceness of voice the little fellow could muster, he commanded them to throw down their arms and surrender. a single lawsuit. He had been known, Supposing that the brave youth had com- during a term of court, to meet his brother panions near to enforce his command, they complied, when he seized one of their muskets and marched them into camp in great triumph. This story was related in his camp as the capture of three Johnnies with a coffee-pot.

Career of the "Handsomest Man in the
Southwest."

lawyers for an evening carousal, drink with them till the stoutest was laid out' under the table, and then seat himself, and, in the midst of their convivial singing and roaring, draw up a most intricate bill in chancery, without an erasure or interlineation. He would do this same thing in court, apparently undisturbed by the noise of a trial in progress. But, with all his Albert Pike is a name which will long genius and wonderful versatility of talent, be remembered in the Southwest, as that he was utterly and persistently wayward in of one of the most remarkable men who his habits, and half a dozen fortunes passhave lived in that region. It was not to ed from his hands-spent in reckless and be expected that he would be otherwise prodigal excesses. Once young, highly than conspicuous in the great rebellion educated, graced with personal accomplishwhich enveloped that section with the rest. ments and a physique which won for him In the battle of Pea Ridge, he led the distinction of being called the "handthe Cherokee Indians, whom he had se- somest man in the Southwest," his magic duced from their allegiance to the Govern- touch had swept the lyre of the gods, com