times by our troops, and some are of the friendly or farmer Indians. Scouting is no child's play with them, as they are sure of a terrible death if captured by the hostile Sioux. Two of them are men who helped Mr. Riggs and the families of the mission at Yellow Medicine to escape from the savages last fall. Other-day, who was formerly a leading chief of the Sioux, and who is now a farmer near St. Paul, was expected to join the force, but failed for some reason. The scouts camp in low tents just high enough to creep into, and are constantly at work at their dangerous and tedious tasks. GOOD WORK.-A correspondent sends an account of the gallant conduct of Henry Shaler, of Indianopolis, Indiana, at the battle of Gettysburgh, written by a son of Daniel Noble, to his mother, which deserves wide publicity. Young Shaler has more than equalled the mythical performance of the Irishman who "surrounded" a half-dozen of the enemy and captured them. We are proud of him. His parents live on South-Alabama street, in Indianapolis. They are Germans. Young Noble says: "Harry is a brick; he did more, that is, he took more prisoners, in the battle of Gettysburgh, than any other man in the army. He took in all twenty-five men; one lieutenant and eighteen men at one time; he took them by strategy that was strategy; "he surrounded them," and they had to give up. On the morning of the fourth he went out with his poncho over his shoulders so that the rebs couldn't see his coat, so they thought he was one of their own men; he went up and told them to lay down their arms and come and help carry some wounded off the field; they did so; when he got them away. from their arms he rode up to the lieutenant, and told him to give up his sword; the lieutenant refused at first, but Harry drew his pepper-box, and like Crockett's coon the lieutenant came down without a shot. Harry then took them all into camp. He took a captain and five men at another time, making twenty-five in all, which is doing pretty well for a little Dutchman; and he deserves to be remembered for it."-Indianapolis I said that they had wild experiences. A few days ago, four of them had wandered over on to the Coteau Ridge, twenty miles from camp, expecting to find Indian lodges there, by reason of a war-club which had been found and interpreted. After they left camp, another party of twenty left for another locality, intending to be gone through the night. While the smaller company was wandering through the bushes, they suddenly came upon the remains of a recent fire, and near by were fresh moccasin tracks. They did not doubt the presence of Indians, and moved cautiously. At last, in the distance, they heard the tread of horses' feet, and then the crackling of bushes. They put spurs to their horses and started for the heights of the Cotteau Ridge. Finally they dismounted in an open space, got their carbines in readiness, and awaited the approach. But instead of one direction, their pursuers seemed to be coming in from ev-Journal. ery side, and to be constantly increasing. Fearing lest they should be overpowered by numbers, four took to flight again, and then there was a long and sharp chase of miles through the darkness. But the pursuers gained, and the four dismounted again and waited for the worst. The party soon came up, and fortunately there was a recognition before shots were exchanged. The men of both companies were scouts, and had thus been manoeuvring for Indian warfare. Such meetings are not infrequent. The scouts have found quite a number of bodies of persons who were massacred last fall. A few days since they found a body with a purse of gold upon it. They have all sorts of experiences, dodging about in Indian style, leaving fictitious and deceitful signs, meeting herds of buffalo and elk, and hunting for forage and water. They bring in all sorts of trophies. One night they discovered an old Indian pack ox, that looks some as I imagine the infernal bovines ought to, and yesterday a nest of young eagles, a pemican and wolf were brought in. Their life is a hard one, but they enjoy it. It is a rich treat to hear their stories of experience and adventure while engaged as fur traders and hunters on the prairies. One of the Indian scouts, Antoine by name, has offered to carry the mail to and from the expedition throughout the campaign, whether it be one hundred or three hundred miles, and however dangerous the venture. He wants the privilege of killing one horse to every trip, and good pay for his labor, which he will be sure to get. He cannot be induced to speak of any danger. It is to his pluck that I am indebted for this opportunity to send a ter. He is an old Red River Indian, and came into camp in a genuine Pembina cart a few days since. A YANKEE SPELLING-BOOK.-We have received from the publishers, Messrs. Toon & Co., of Atlanta, Geor gia, a spelling-book, which we regret to be compelled to denounce as unworthy of public favor. It is, as the author, Mr. Fleming, admits, a revised edition of Webster's Spelling-Book-in other words, it is a Yankee school-book. It is the duty of the Southern press to unite in putting it down. Mr Fleming tells us in his preface that "no better spelling-book than Dr. Webster's has ever been presented to the American people," ample proof of which he finds in the Yankee test of the unparalleled extent of its circulation. He goes on to add that "his (Webster's) dictionary may be found in almost every family, occupying, as it deservedly does, a preeminence over all others." This statement discloses an amount of ignorance on the part of the author which should deter him from rehashing any more Yankee schoolbooks for Southern use. Webster is not the standard of the best Southern scholars; but Johnson, Walker, and Richardson. Webster's orthography is the detestation of every cultivated Southern gentleman, and this orthography, Mr. Fleming tells us, he has invariably retained. Centre he spells "center," theatre, "theater," and, doubtless, ton, "tun." The retention of these execrable Yankee innovations is enough of itself to damn the book and drive it out of circulation. Mr. Fleming says further, that "in very few instances Webster's pronunciation has been rejected. The let-flat or Italian sound of a, as heard in the word father, should not be heard in the words grass, mass, glass, bass, etc. The flat sound of the letter a in these instances is a New-England provincialism." Here, again, Mr. Fleming displays gross ignorance. To this day, the flat, or, as we should say, the third sound of a in grass, mass, glass, etc., is used by the educated and wellbred classes in England, and by those on this continent who have preserved the English language in its greatest purity-the tide-water Virginians. ARKANSAS TACTICS.-An Arkansas colonel has the following order for mounting his men : First Order-Prepare fer terr git onto yer creeters. We dislike extremely to speak harshly of literary labor of any kind. But Mr. Fleming has labored very little in reproducing this bit of Yankee clap-trap, and he is poisoning the very fountain-head of Southern literature. His book should be suppressed at once, for it is to all intents and purposes a Yankee spellingbook, slightly and easily altered by the introduction of Bible readings on the subject of slavery. We do not dwell upon numerous typographical errors, because they can be corrected in subsequent editions, if any should be called for, which we trust will not be the. case. We must get rid of Yankee orthography and pronunciation at all hazards. If we begin by spelling"centre"" center" we shall end by pronouncing "dew" "doo," and "cow" "keow." In truth, it would be well for us to have an entirely new language, unknown and unpronounceable in Yankee land. We must have new coins, new weights, new measures, as unlike Yankee coins, weights, etc., as possible. We must be a distinct people in every thing, or else we will never be independent. At all events, we must not be duped with a Yankee spellingbook, such as Mr. Fleming and Messrs. Toon and Co. are attempting to palm upon us.-Richmond Whig. BALLAD OF VICKSBURGH. Two years the tide of war had rolled In restless fury on Hearts growing prematurely old In grief for loved ones gone! Two years the burdened land had groaned Two years had brothers met as foes The haughty rebel striving hard And lost them with regret! Yet closer draws the circling coil A stronghold by the river side, What though the fronting water-bluff.......... What though the circling rear is rough, What though so many times before Many the plans that failed to raise The dear old banner there; Many the long and weary days That mocked at toil and care! But dauntless still that armored host They bide their time at duty's post, The brave commander speaks the word The gauntlet of the plunging fire A fleet above, a fleet below, The fleet below pours forth its host Of brave and gallant men, Like waves upon the white sea-coast To storm the land again! Like the wild rushing avalanche The circling path is rough and long They boldly meet him on the way They reap a large and worthy spoil The fruit of Hope's heroic toil On, on they press their winding way, They reach at last the waiting goal, All avenues of flight they guard With strong and jealous care, Cut off supplies and press them hard With burdens hard to bear. They boldly make the fierce assault, Once and again they fail. Too steep, too high, too strong, the walls, The spade and shovel here must win So through the sutlry summer days The heroes labor long and well, The city proudly bears its scars, And cursing still the Stripes and Stars, But closer draws the giant coil, Want stares them in the face, And Vicksburgh by the river side And on that joyful summer morn, And many a shout goes up that day As for a nation born again But we have cause for deeper dread, O woman poet! In the dust We lay our pride-our hearts are sad- And in our dread remembered thee. O poet heart of love and light! We perish. 'Tis no more than meed; He healed the blind and hushed the sea. My Country! O my lovely Land, Forbid it, Heaven-forbid it, Love- Our blessed Land shall rise again—. A CURSE FOR A NATION. BY MINNIE FRY. "I heard an angel speak last night, Write a nation's curse for me, And send it over the Western Sea."" O Woman crowned with motherhood, With Heaven's long garnered wrath to blend! LENOX. BY C. K. TUCKERMAN. Soft summer sounds salute the air, The level lawn of gracious green, The odorous line of gay parterre, The clear cut paths that run betweenContent the claims of cultured care. Near by, the neat New-England town, In latent strength of thrifty ease, Scatters its squares of red and brown The white church gleaming on the hill Low at their feet, in sweet surprise, Repeating every varied hue, The Mountain Mirror" scoops the skies, And over all sublimely broods The spirit, by Nature only taught; And all is peace, save where intrudes One dark, deep shade of human thought, Embraced within her mountain arms, Few fairer scenes the eye have met: Forget the far-off strife, that shakes Forget the misery that makes A by-word of the nation's name! Forget that she, who years ago, Brought Freedom forth, in throes and tears, Now lies in second labor low, God grant swift safety to the land: Then, like this fair and favored place, Like this, shall glow her atmosphere To shame the shadows of her night. THE SERGEANT'S COT. The door-stone fowl affrighted fly, With wide, fell swoop, the airy king. One piteous flutter and a plaint-no more! There were bitter tears and tenderness The kitten gambolled, the pet linnet sung; The mother took her to her arms, and said: "Thy chick my child, is gone, is dead, But a kind All-Father rules o'erhead. 'Twas said: "The Tenth had suffered most, The kitten gambolled, the pet linnet sung; THE FOLLOWING LINES Were found in a bundle of Socks, sent by a "Lively Old Lady," in Amherst, N. H., to the U. S. Hospital, corner of Broad and Cherry streets, Philadelphia. By the fireside, cosily seated, With spectacles riding her nose, To keep him hearty and warm. But her heart is off to the war, Are cheering them on their way, She ponders, how in her childhood,・ ' She cannot shoulder a musket, To work for the boys who do. So prithee, proud owner of muscle, Will wade to the ankle in blood. And now she is “raising the instep," Ye men who are fighting our battles, And pray for the grandmothers.too, Are knitting the stockings for you. S. E. B. INCIDENTS OF CHICKAMAUGA. CHATTANOOGA, TENN., September 24, 1863. The two armies are now confronting each other in the immediate vicinity of the town of Chattanooga. After the two days' battle of the nineteenth and twentieth, the line of the Federal army occupied a position eight miles from the town-the left, with General Thomas, maintaining its former front, while the right and centre had fallen back some two miles from its former position. From the superior force of the rebels in our front, and the great extent of line which the Federals were necessarily forced to defend, after holding the enemy at bay for forty-eight hours, our lines were withdrawn within the support of the works which had been thrown up by the enemy previous to their evacuation of this place. The enemy having been so severely punished in the late conflict, were slow in following us to our present established line. But They held back as if to give us full opportunity for a successful recrossing of the Tennessee River. General Rosecrans did not see proper to take advantage of these favorable designs of the enemy. On retiring to Chattanooga, instead of placing the Tennessee between his forces and those of the rebels, he immediately called around him his generals, and in a few words explained to them his future intended plans. The Nationals at present occupy the works previously constructed by the rebels to prevent the approach of the Yankees. The former strength of these works the enemy know full well. But they have now been made more complete, enlarged and improved upon by those whose approach they were first intended to resist. "This place is to be held at all hazards; we here make the big fight, be the strength of the enemy what it may. Beyond this point the army of the Cumberland will not retire while there is a foe to menace it !" General St. Clair Morton, Chief of Engineers, immediately set about to put the place in a defensible, con'CUTENESS OF A CONTRABAND SCOUT.-A private let-dition for the warm welcome of the enemy.... ter from West-Point, Va., narrates an exciting adventure which befell a negro scout in the employ of the Union forces, and his shrewdness in escaping from the rebels. His name is Claiborne, and he is a full-blooded African, with big lips, flat nose, etc. He has lived in the vicinity all his life, and is therefore familiar with the country, which renders him a very valuable scout. On Claiborne's last trip inside the enemy's lines, after scouting around as much as he wished, he picked up eight chickens and started for camp. His road led past the house of a secesh doctor named Roberts, who knows him, and who ordered him to stop, which, of course, Claiborne had no idea of doing, and kept on, when the doctor fired on him and gave chase, shouting at the top of his voice. The negro was making good time toward camp, when all at once he was confronted by a whole regiment of rebel soldiers, who ordered him to halt. For a moment the scout was dumbfounded, and thought his hour had come, but the next he sung out: The enemy have been constantly moving around us since our retirement to this place. Large bodies of cavalry, infantry, and artillery are to be seen moving along the heights and through the valleys and plains beyond our present limits. They have been trying the range of their guns upon our position, but have not as yet succeeded in the accomplishment of any advantage to themselves or injury to the Nationals. Their shot and shell have all fallen harmless to the earth. They are distinctly to be seen in very strong force, in successive lines of battle, on the hillsides and in the bottoms. The dense woods in our immediate front are also "The Yankees are coming! the Yankees are com- swarming with them, but they thus far have shown ing!" "Where? where ?" inquired the rebels. "Just up in front of Dr. Roberts's house, in a piece menials with which they are at present confronted. but little disposition to adyance and again try their strength and fortune with the little army of despised |