shall live when their graves are as empty a feint; the rebel leaned forward to arrest as the cave of Macpelah? Glad for Burnside. When the telegram from Cumberland Gap reached President Lincoln that "firing was heard in the direction of Knoxville," he remarked that he was "glad of it." Some person present, who had the perils of Burnside's position uppermost in his mind, could not see why Mr. Lincoln should be "glad of it," and so expressed himself. "Why, you see," responded the President, "it reminds me of Mrs. Sallie Ward, a neighbor of mine, who had a large family. Occasionally one of her numerous progeny would be heard crying in some out-of-the-way place, upon which Mistress Sallie would exclaim, "There's one of my children that isn't dead yet." Bowie-Knife Conflict at the Battle of PeaRidge. While the fight was raging about Miser's farmhouse, at the battle of Pea-Ridge, on Friday morning, a Union soldier belonging to the Twenty-fifth Missouri regiment and a member of a rebel Mississippi company, became separated from their commands, and found each other climbing the same fence. The rebel had one of those long knives made of a file, which the South has so extensively paraded, but so rarely used, and the Missourian had one also, having picked it up on the field. The rebel challenged his enemy to a fair open combat with the knife, intending to bully him, no doubt, but the challenge was promptly accepted. The two removed their coats, rolled up their sleeves, and began. The Mississippian had more skill, but his opponent more strength, and consequently the latter could not strike his enemy, while he received several cuts on the head and breast. The blood began trickling rapidly down the Unionist's face and running into his eyes, almost blinding him. The Union man became desperate, for he saw the secessionist was unhurt. He made the blow, but employing too much energy, he could not recover himself at once. The Missourian perceived his advantage, and knew he could not lose it. In five seconds more it would be too late. His enemy glared at him like a wild beast, and was on the eve of striking again. Another feint; another dodge on the rebel's part, and then the heavy blade of the Missourian hurtled through the air, and fell with tremendous force upon the Mississippian's neck. The blood spurted from the throat, and the head fell over, almost entirely severed from the body. Ghastly sight-too ghastly even for the doer of the deed! He fainted at the spectacle, weakened by the loss of his own blood, and was soon after butchered by a Seminole who saw him sink to the earth. twenty rods from one of the Union pits. When our men fired on the advancing rebel pickets, he of course saw the fix he was in that he was indeed and decidedly up a tree. watched by them and their officers, some alarm the others. His tree was about of the most accurate sharpshooters being ordered to "draw a bead on that one-armed devil;" yet they did not bring him down. Finally, a rebel Colonel ordered his entire regiment according to the statement of a prisoner taken at the battle-to withdraw their fire from everything else and centre it "on that officer with one arm." His order was obeyed, and the entire regimentthe Fifth Carolina-discharged a volley at General Kearney, but he was unhurt. Negro Rifleman Brought Down at Yorktown. One of the best morning's work done at Yorktown was that of reducing to a state of perfect inutility in this mundane sphere, a rebel negro rifleman, who, through his skill as a marksman, had done more injury Negro Rifleman. "I say, big nigger," called out one of the Union soldiers, "you better come down from there." "What for?" returned the big nigger. "I want you as prisoner." "Not as this chile knows of," replied the concealed Ethiop. "Just as you say," replied our sharpshooter. In about an hour the darkey poked his head out. Our man was on the lookout for him; he had his rifle on the bead-line ready-pulled the trigger-whiz-z went the bullet, down came the negro. He was shot through the head. Tragical Death of General Baker. At the battle of Ball's Bluff, while Colonel Wistar was doing glorious service in council and action at the crisis hour in that hard-fought struggle, a ball shattered his sword arm-he dropped his weapon, picked it up with his left hand, and General Baker himself restored it to its scabbard. Alas! that the chivalric leader should never again do such a kindly service for a brother in arms! The yelling enemy began to pour in overwhelmingly, a large body of them pressing down from the left. The General ordered the troops around him to stand firm, and cried to our men than any dozen of his white compeers, in the attempted labor of trimming off the complement of Union sharpshooters. The latter had known him a long "Who are those men?" time, had kept an eye on him, and lain in "Confederate troops, you Yankees!" wait to pick him off. His habit was to perch No sooner did they give this reply than himself in a big tree, and, keeping himself they rushed almost within bayonet distance. hid behind the body, annoy the Union men One huge, red-haired ruffian now stepped by firing upon them. He climbed the tree from behind the trees, and drawing a reas usual one morning, but in advance of volver, came within five feet of General the others coming out, and, smuggling him- Baker, and fired four balls at the General's self into his position, was anticipating his head, every one of which took effect, and usual day of quietude. The Union men a glorious soul fled through their ghastly might have killed him as he came out, but openings, for he fell on his back against a purposely avoided shooting, so as not to tree and died instantly. Captain Beiral seized the slayer by the throat and blew out his brains-the hero and the traitor falling within the same minute, and face to face. In a second the enemy swarmed over the spot. "For God's sake, boys," 66 General E. D. Baker. Too Fond of Chestnuts. The capture of Lieutenant Segal, of the Confederate army in Virginia, was a neat and amusing affair. On Friday, the 4th October, 1861, a scouting party of eighteen men, under Lieutenant-Colonel B. Winslow and Captain L. B. Shattuck, of the Thirty-seventh New York Regiment, were out in the vicinity of the enemy's lines, about five miles from Fall's Church in the direction of Fairfax. As they were proceeding in silence and caution, through dense woods, they heard the tramp of horses and the jingle of sabre scabbards. The Lieutenant-Colonel and Captain, ordering their men to halt, went to reconnoitre. In a short time, one of them came upon an open space where they saw four rebels seated under a large chestnut tree, by the side of a road, and engaged in eating chestnuts. The Confederates saw him, and sprang upon their horses. The officer crying in a loud voice "Charge!" by the time the scouting party had got. up, the four" gallant " horsemen were beyond pur-. suit. Our men were about gathering up cried Adjutant Harvey, in his hot English way, are you going to let them have the General's body?" An angry howl was the answer, when a dozen of our fellows charged, with set teeth and bayonets fixed, upon the rebels, who surrendered their the spoils of victory, which consisted of priceless trophy. four sabres, two revolvers, four coats and Colonel Baker was in plain dress, wearing a regulation hat with a black plume. He had no distinguishing mark as Colonel, and was not unnecessarily conspicuous. His right hand had been maimed a week or two before the fight, and he kept it in his breast. He constantly passed up and down the ranks encouraging his soldiers, saying,"Men, don't run till I run," "Keep your courage up," and other words of cheer. He was exceedingly anxious for a bayonet charge, having more faith in that than in any other weapon. Indeed, he was constantly drilling his men in the bayonet exercise, and, when on parade or drill, he insisted upon their going through every movement. He was a whole-souled hero, blankets, when they saw a horse tied to a but his bravery cost him his life. His was that "good gray head which all men knew and loved." He fell gloriously with the "light of battle" on his features. Fairfax Court House. tree by the wayside. A further search revealed its master, perched upon the lower limb of a large chestnut-whither he had climbed with his sabre to lop off the tempt One half of the troops ing fruit. A dozen rifles pointed at his | Alexandria. breast soon brought him to reason, and he crossed the Long Bridge, and marched surrendered himself a prisoner. When he down the right bank of the Potomac, to got down, and felt safe, he began to "blow," enter Alexandria by the rear, and to cut with true southern chivalry; and, when off any rebel troops who might be lurking brought before General McDowell, coolly about the city. The other, half, including boasted that in the battle of Bull Run he the Fire Zouaves under Colonel Ellsworth, had aimed repeatedly at the General, but descended the river in steamers, from the had always missed. General McDowell Washington Navy Yard. It was in the smiled, and said that "he would send him first gray of the morning, when the steamsomewhere where he would not have ers touched at the wharves. Of this divianother such chance for some time." sion Colonel Ellsworth was in command. He was one of the first to land. While No Calculation of that Sort. After the battle of Pittsburg Landing and General Grant's complete victory at that point, General Buell, a thorough soldier, began criticising in a friendly way the impolicy of his having fought a battle with the Tennessee river behind him. "Where, if beaten, could you have retreated, General?" asked Buell. "I didn't mean to be beaten," was Grant's sententious reply. "But suppose you had been defeated, despite all your exertions?" "Well, there were the transports to carry the remains of the command across the river." "But, General," urged Buell, "your the regiment was forming in line, one comwhole transports could not contain over ten thousand men; and it would be impossible for them to make more than one trip in the face of the enemy." "Well, if I had been beaten," said General Grant, pausing to light another cigar as he spoke," transportation for ten thousand men would have been abundant for all that would be left of us." pany was sent, post haste, to seize the telegraph station, that no communication could be sent to Richmond of their landing This was of such vital importance, that Col. Ellsworth himself accompanied the party, passing through the streets on the full run. On their way they went by the Marshall House, a hotel kept by one Jackson, This anecdote is eminently characteris-over the roof of which a secession flag was tic, the data for the proper appreciation of flaunted. "We must have that flag," it being that General Grant had about fifty thousand men over the river. said Col. Ellsworth, and, rushing in, he found a white man, in the front room, half dressed, and a negro. "Who raised that Tragedy of Ellsworth's Assassination. flag?" inquired the Colonel. "I do not It was 2 o'clock in the morning of the know," was the reply, "I am a boarder 24th of May, when the expedition planned here." Followed by two or three he sprang by General Scott started secretly from up stairs to the roof of the house, seized Washington to take military possession of the rebel banner, and was descending with 66 Perhaps not, if you lie still quiet. But you have to lose "Well, I'm willing to give an it in his hands, hardly a moment having him the crucifix. "Will it be mortal?" been occupied in the movement, when the he asked. same half-dressed man, who had said that and keep he was a boarder, but who proved to be your arm." Jackson himself, a brutal desperado, jump-arm to my country," was the reply of one ed from a dark passage, and leveling a who, though born in the ever-green isle, double-barreled gun at Col. Ellsworth's and still loving the Harp and Shamrock breast, at a distance of not more than two of Fatherland, was willing to uphold to yards, fired a couple of slugs directly into the last the Stars and Stripes of his adopthis heart, and which of course, proved ed country. fatal. Massachusetts and South Carolina Pitted against each other in Battle. Ellsworth was on the second or third step from the landing, and he dropped for- A very curious coincidence happened ward with that heavy, horrible, headlong on the left, in the Eighteenth Corps, Butweight, which always comes of sudden ler's army, when engaged in the spring death inflicted in such a manner. His as- campaign of 1864. In General Hickman's sailant had turned like a flash to give the brigade were the Twenty-third, Twentycontents of the other barrel to Francis E. fifth and Twenty-seventh Massachusetts Brownell, a private, but either he could regiments. Opposed to them, and in a not command his aim, or the Zouave was brigade opposite to them in the line of too quick with him, for the slugs went over battle, .were the Twenty-third, Twentyhis head, and passed through the panels fifth and Twenty-seventh South Carolina and wainscot of the door, which sheltered regiments; and the Twenty-fifth South some sleeping lodgers. Simultaneously Carolina charged upon the Twenty-fifth with his second shot, and sounding like the Massachusetts. They got used up by the echo of the first, Brownell's rifle was heard Yankees they are accustomed to despise. and the assassin staggered backward. His The two Twenty-fifths charged each other wound-exactly in the middle of the face, three times, South Carolina getting most was frightful beyond description. Of thoroughly worsted. These facts were ascourse Brownell did not know how fatal certained from a Captain of the Twentyhis shot had been, and so, before the man fifth South Carolina, who was wounded dropped, he thrust his sabre bayonet and brought in a prisoner. through and through the body, the force of the blow sending the dead man violently down the upper section of the second flight of stairs. The body of the murdered Colonel was laid upon a bed; and the rebel flag, stained with his blood, and purified by this contact from the baseness of its foriner meaning, was fitly laid about his feet. "Leatherbreeches" in the Federal Service. Captain Dilger, or "Leatherbreeches," as he was familiarly called, earned an honorable name, as one of the most skillful and plucky officers in the Union service. When the war broke out, Captain Dilger was an artillery officer in the Prussian service. A short time after the battle of Bull Run, an uncle of Dilger (a merchant in New York) wrote that the present was an opportune time to visit America, etc. Harp and Shamrock, Stars and Stripes. At the fearful battle which opened the way to the crossing of the Pamunkey by Dilger was desirous of studying war as Grant's army, Maurice Collins, of the carried on in the Western world, and to Twelfth Massachusetts, was brought off this end procured leave of absence for a with an ugly wound in the shoulder. He year. As soon as he arrived he joined was a Catholic, and the priest was showing the army of the Potomac, as an artillerist, |