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here formed in the shape of a V. The Certainly not, Sir; I have no such in regiments which attacked Colonel Fry were Battle's Tennessee and the Fifteenth Colonel Fry now turned and rode a few Mississippi, the Wigfall Rifles, and the steps, when one of the General's aids fired Mississippi Tigers. These were the crack at him, wounding his horse. Believing regiments of the rebels, and were only that he was tricked, Col. Fry at once driven back by the terrible fire of the wheeled and fired at the General, with Kentucky Fourth. deadly effect, the latter raising his hand to his breast and falling dead. His last words were, "I am killed; all's well," and with a groan expired.

It was at the point of the V, that General Zollicoffer died. He fell nearer the Union camp than any other man of his army. He was with Battle's regiment, his own home friends, born and brought up around him at Nashville. A short distance from him, to his right, a party of his men had broken from their comrades, and were herding together like frightened deer. Colonel Fry's men were just about to fire on them, Colonel Fry himself being at the right of his regiment, at the point of greatest danger. General Zollicoffer was on

The country people who had suffered from his lawless soldiery, or feared their ravages, were wild with delight at the report of his death. One old woman exclaimed, "I've got two children in the fight, but I don't trouble myself about them. I'm so glad that Zollicoffer is

dead."

General Zollicoffer was a tall and rather slender man, with thin, brown hair, high forehead, somewhat bald, Roman nose, firm, wide mouth, and clean-shaved face. His face in death, bore no expression of malice, reckless hate, nor even a shadow of physical pain; but never was a countenance so marked with sadness.

Southern Black-Horse Guards and Yanke
Fire Zouaves.

The terrible tragedy of Greek meeting Greek was realized in all its fearful hor rors at the battle of Bull Run, in the combat between the Union Fire Zouaves and the Black Horse Cavalry-the latter known as the "bloody pride" of the rebel army. They came upon the Zouave regiment at a gallop, and were received by the brave firemen upon their poised bayonets, followed instantly by a volley, from which they broke and fled, though several of the Zouaves were cut down in the assault. "Hold, Fry! You are not going to They quickly returned, with their forces fight your friends, are you? These men doubled-perhaps six or seven hundred(pointing to the Mississippians) are all and again they dashed with fearful yells your friends."

foot and within a few feet of the Colonel, an extra coat concealing his uniform. Upon discovering Colonel Fry across his path, General Zollicoffer threw up both hands and exclaimed:

Colonel Fry supposed, from the General's manner and remark, that he was one of our own officers, and at once replied:

upon the excited Zouaves. This time they bore an American flag, and a part of the Zouaves supposed for an instant that they were friends, whom they had originally

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I never surrender!"

mistaken. The flag was quickly thrown | dashed upon him and ordered him to surdown, however, the horses dashed upon the render. The brave youth, with fixed bayregiment, the ruse was discovered, and the onet, steady nerve and cool bearing, reslaughter commenced. No quarter, no plied: halting, no flinching now, marked the rapid and death-dealing blows of our men, as The father, Judge McCook, who had all they closed in upon the foe, in their mad- the day been arduously engaged in assistness and desperation. Our brave fellowsing and taking care of the wounded, bringfell, the ranks filled up, the sabres, bowie- ing them in from the field, and that, too, knives and bayonets glistened in the sun- at the imminent peril of his own life, was light, horse after horse went down, platoon in the hospital tent and heard the order to after platoon disappeared-the rattle of his son. Seeing others of the enemy's musketry, the screams of the rebels, the cavalry near by, he rushed out, and shout of "Remember Ellsworth!" from shouted: the lungs of the Zouaves, and the yells of the wounded and crushed belligerents filled the air, and a terrible carnage succeeded. The gallant Zouaves fought to the death, and were sadly cut up; but of those hundreds of Black Horse Guards, not many left that bloody encounter.

Terrible Encounter-Texas and Iowa.

"Charley, surrender, for God's sake, or you are lost!"

Charley turned to his father, and with all the lion in his countenance replied: Father, I will never surrender to a rebel!"

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In a moment a ball pierced his spine, but he instantly discharged his musket at the rebel horseman, and laid him low in death, and then fell himself, mortally wounded. The rebels now undertook to drag him off, but his father succeeded in obtaining his release.

At the battle of Pea Ridge, one of the Texas soldiers was advancing with his bayonet upon a Lieutenant of the Ninth Iowa, whose sword had been broken; the officer saw his intention, avoided the thrust, fell down at his foeman's feet, caught hold of Fremont's whole Body-Guard Charged upon his legs, threw him heavily to the ground, and before he could rise, drew a long knife

by One Rebel.

One of the Southern soldiers engaged in

from his adversary's belt and buried it in the conflict at Springfield, Missouri, where his bosom. The Texan with dying grasp Fremont's Body-Guard achieved such a seized the Lieutenant by the hair, and grand success, exhibited the gamest coursank down lifeless, bathing the brown age of which there is any record during leaves with his blood. So deadly stiff and firm was the hold of the grasp of his hand that it was necessary to cut the hair close from the head of the officer before he could be freed from the corpse of his slain foe.

the war. He was a young officer, was superbly mounted, and charged singlehanded upon a large body of the Guard. He passed through the line unscathed, killing one man. He wheeled, charged back, and again broke through, killing another "Father, I will never Surrender to a Rebel!" man. A third time he rushed upon the The First and Second Ohio Regiments, Federal line, a score of sabre points condid glorious service at the battle of Bull fronting him, and a cloud of bullets flying Run. Colonel McCook had command of all around him; but he pushed on-on, the First. His younger brother-only until he reached Zagonyi, the Major of the seventeen years old- -was a member of the Guards. He pressed his pistol so close to Second, and was left as a guard to the the Major's side, that the latter felt it and hospital. One of the enemy's cavalry drew convulsively back, the bullet passing

through the front of Zagonyi's coat, but | who at the instant run the daring rebel through the body; he fell, and the men,

Our Dear Old Flag Never Touched the
Ground.

When the brave Colonel Shaw, commanding the Fifty-fourth colored Massachusetts regiment, fell in the charge upon Fort Wagner, Charleston, S. C., most of his guard also fell with him. Sergeant Carney was also one of the bravest of his race on that eventful day. When Governor Andrew, of Massachusetts, presented the flag to that colored man, he said he gave it with undoubting faith that he would bring it back again without a stain.

On the eighteenth of July, 1863, the memorable assault was made on Fort Wagner. When the Sergeant arrived to within about one hundred yards of the fort - he was with the first battalion, which was in the advance of the storming

thinking their commander hurt, killed the column-he received the regimental colors, rebel with a dozen wounds.

"He was a brave man," said Zagonyi afterwards, "and I did wish to make him prisoner."

and pressed forward to the front rank, near the Colonel, who was leading the men over the ditch. As they ascended the walls of the fort, the ranks were full, but as soon as they reached the top, they Silence of a Drummer-Boy before the Flag." melted away" before the enemy's fire, One of the volunteer military compa- almost instantly. Carney received a senies organized in Chicago, had a drum- vere wound in the thigh, but fell only mer-boy thirteen years old, a member of upon his knees. He planted the flag upon a Sabbath School in that city. As the the parapet, lay down on the outer slope, company on drill were marching through that he might get as much shelter as posone of the streets, a fine flag bearing the sible, and thus he remained for over half stars and stripes, was displayed from one an hour, till the second brigade came up. of the many drinking-saloons which, un- He kept the colors flying till the second happily, are to be found in that as in conflict was ended. When the Federal other cities. The Captain, with patriotic forces retired, he followed, creeping on enthusiasm at the sight of the national one knee, and still holding up the flag. ensign, ordered his men to halt, and give It was in this manner that the brave it a hearty salute. The drummer-boy, colored sergeant came from the field, havsupposing the salute to be intended for the ing held the emblem of liberty over the place, as well as for the flag, held his walls of Fort Wagner during the sandrum in perfect silence. The Captain, in guinary conflict of the two brigades, and a reproving tone, inquired the cause: having received two very severe wounds, "Sir," said the boy, "I would not go into one in the thigh and one in the head. such a place as that, and I certainly can Still he refused to give up his sacred not salute it." "My good boy," said the trust until he found an officer of his regiCaptain, patting him on the shoulder, "my ment. When he entered the field hosgood boy, you are right, and I am pital, where his wounded comrades were wrong." being brought in, both white men and

black sat up in their beds, and cheered being in the fight all day he returned to him and the colors until, exhausted, they the Seventy-eighth at night with his could cheer no longer. Though nearly prizes. This story might appear incrediexhausted with the loss of blood, the brave standard-bearer said:

"Boys, I could not walk, but I did my duty; our dear old flag never touched the ground!"

Eleven-Year Old Warrior Picking off the
Enemy.

ble for one so young to be the hero, but it is vouched for by a number of officers and men who saw the boy on the field and in the position mentioned, and many saw him shoot the man referred to, besides several others.

"Don't Shoot there any more-that's Father."

A boy about eleven years old, cut what might be called a tall figure in the Fort An eye and ear witness relates an ocDonelson fight. His father, a volunteer, currence at the battle of Shiloh, which had been taken prisoner by the confeder- shows, by one of innumerable similar inates some time previously. The boy stances, the peculiar frightfulness of the smuggled himself on board one of the "family war" growing out of the Southtransports at Cincinnati, laden with troops ern rebellion:-Two Kentucky regiments for the scene of conflict. On the field, met face to face, and fought each other the morning of the great fight, he joined with terrible resolution. It happened that the Seventy-eighth Ohio, and being ques- one of the Federal soldiers wounded and tioned by one of the officers, he told him captured a man who proved to be his of his father having been taken prisoner, brother, and, after handing him back, beand, having no mother, he had no one to gan firing at a man near a tree, when the care for him, and he wanted to fight his captured brother called to him and said: father's captors. The officer tried to get "Don't shoot there any more- that's him to turn back, but he was not to be father." Such the war inaugurated by denied. So he succeeded in obtaining a the fire upon Sumter's embattled walls. musket, and went into the thickest of the At Pittsburgh, two brothers fought on opbattle. He finally by degrees crept up posite sides, and in regiments directly conwithin a short distance of the Confederate fronting each other. It so happened that intrenchments, and posted himself behind the Confederate brother was found mora tree, from which he kept firing as often tally wounded, and was brought into the as he could see a head to fire at. He was very hospital where his loyal brother had soon discovered by the enemy's sharp- been detailed to nurse, and died in his shooters, who endeavored to drive him brother's arms. away from his position, as he kept picking them off very frequently. One of the secessionists, who was outside of the work, got sight of the boy with his rifle, but before he got his piece off, the little warrior fired, and down went Mr. Rebel. As the latter had a fine Minie rifle, the boy ran out and picked it up, taking time to get pouch and balls, together with his knapsack, while the bullets were flying on all sides of him, and then he retreated to his wooden breast work, where he renewed his fire, and with a little better success. After

Going in Quest of Satisfaction. Just after the firing of musketry at the battle of Cedar Mountain had become interesting, a private soldier was noticed going off the field, and it being suspected that possibly he was running away to avoid danger, he was spoken to, when it was found that he had two fingers of his left hand shot away and a third dreadfully lacerated. It was seen at once that he had at least a hand in the fight. He was assisted to dress his wound as well as cir

cumstances would permit, he in the mean- and forgetful of the fearful scenes around time propping up the pluck of his assist- them. When the song was finished, they ant by various quaint remarks. Said he, reloaded their guns and again entered the "I don't keer a darn for that third finger; fight, to the special damage of the rebels, for it wa'nt of no 'count no how; but the who had to pay for the "charms" which pinter and t'other one were right good "music hath." ones, and I hate to lose 'em. I should'nt have come to the rear if I had been able After to load my gun, but I was'nt."

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Joe Parsons' "Little Favor" from a Rebel

Soldier.

Here is all that need be said of "Joe Parsons, of Baltimore," as told by a newspaper correspondent:-Joe enlisted in the First Maryland regiment, and was plainly a "rough" originally. As we passed along the hall we first saw him crouched near an open window, lustily singing, "I'm a bold soldier boy," and observing the broad bandage over his eyes, I said,—

"What's your name, my good fellow?" "Joe, Sir," he answered, "Joe Parsons."

"And what is the matter with you?"
"Blind, Sir-blind as a bat."
"In battle?"

"Yes-at Antietam. Both eyes shot out at one clip."

"I was hit" he said, "and it knocked me down. I lay there all night, and next day the fight was renewed. I could stand the pain yer see, but the balls was flyin' all round, and I wanted to get away. I couldn't see nothin' though. So I waited. and listened; and at last I heard a feller

having his hand dressed, he looked over in the direction of the firing and stood a moment. Turning presently, he said, "Stranger, I wish you would jist load my shooting iron for me; I want to have a little satisfaction out of them cusses for spiling my fore paw." His gun was loaded for him, and he started back for the top of the hill at a double-quick, in groan' beyond me. 'Hello,' says I. 'Hello quest of "satisfaction." His name was yourself,' says he. Who be yer,' said I, Lappin, or Lapham, of the Ohio Seventh. 'a rebel?' 'You're a Yankee,' said he. 'So I am,' says I, 'what's the matter with Root Hog or Die: "Music hath Charms." you?' 'My leg's smashed,' says he. At the battle of Lookout Mountain, a 'Can't yer walk?' 'No.' 'Can yer see?' soldier belonging to an Ohio Regiment Yes,' Well,' says I, you're a coolly sat down on a rock during the rebel, but will you do me a little favor?' thickest of the engagement, to wait for his 'I will,' says he, 'ef I ken.' gun to cool off, as he had fired it very Well, ole butternut, I can't see nothin': often and effectively. The boys who were my eyes is knocked out; but I ken walk. fighting around him deliberately ceased Come over yere. Let's git out o' this. their firing, and waited until he sung for You p'int the way, an' I'll tote yer off the them an old and familiar song, "Root Hog field, on my back.' Bully for you!' or Die," and which he is said to have sung says he. And so we managed to get towith such humor as to make all merry gether. We shook hands on it. I took a

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