the thieving confiscations of the rebels- are covering you they are hid in places. to the entrance of a certain alley in the that you least suspect, and if you move town. Scarcely had he made the arrange- within the next ten minutes they will fire; ment when a file of Confederate soldiers but if you remain perfectly quiet they will was seen coming towards the house. He not harm you." slipped out at the back door, passed The apothecary had become so comthrough a neighboring garden, and in a pletely 'frickened,' as the Irish would say, minute more was walking composedly by the touch of cold steel at his ears, that down the principal street of the town. he did not recognize at once the improbaHis bold and unconcerned appearance bility of Hurst's story. In an instant created quite a stir in the town. Men more, Hurst had put spurs to his horse, whispered together, and winked and wag- and dashed out of the alley, leaving the ged their heads significantly, and now and terrified 'pothecary gaping after him, and then would dart off to give information to the bound boy absolutely crying at his the rebel guard, who were searching for master's danger, and in another instant him. He knew his time was short, that in a few minutes they would come in upon him from all sides, and his chance for life would not be worth a straw. He quickened his pace a little, and suddenly entered an apothecary's shop; dozens of men were watching him, and said"Now he is trapped; he'll be nabbed and on its subsequent triumphant entry to as he comes out."

the rebel soldiers and the crowd entered the store, rushed through the back room and out at the back door, just in time to see Hurst dashing out of the alley at full speed. Horses without number were at once in requisition, but Hurst distanced them all. He soon joined the Union army,

Nashville, Hurst was on hand with them, naively remarking that he came so as to "defend his bondsmen from any damage they might suffer by his non-appearance, and 'report' himself as he had agreed!”

Hurst walked quickly through into the back room, and called the proprietor in after him. The apothecary entered smilingly, thinking, doubtless, of how soon he should see his guest dancing upon nothing in the air. The moment he had entered, Hurst grasped him suddenly by the throat, and placing a pistol at his ear, told him the rebel prisoners at Camp Denison, Ohio,

that if he attempted to raise the slightest alarm, and did not do exactly as he told him, he would fire.

By this time a crowd had collected in front of the shop, and as they could not see what was passing in the back room, they waited until the guard should come up to arrest him. Hurst now opened the back door, and looking up the alley, he saw the faithful bound boy with the horse standing partly concealed in the entrance of the alley. He beckoned to the boy, who quickly brought the horse to him. He then turned to the trembling fellow, and said

"Now, sir, in the spot where you stand, the rifles of four of my faithful friends

Them and Theirs-not Us.

One of the most interesting cases among

was a wounded youth, whose heart was evidently busy doing poetic justice to the Yankees he had been taught to hate, though he still was anxious about Southern rights. Parson Clayton talked to him for some time concerning religious matters, and the young man at last broke in by saying, "We've talked about religion long enough, now let's talk politics." There was a peculiar Southernism about his look and tone that excited a smile all around. "Well," replied Mr. Clayton, "I'm not much on politics; I'd rather not talk about them-tell me how you felt when you were wounded." He did so:

"Thought it would be a sharp pain, Sir, but it wasn't. I was wounded in the legs,

and it was just like my being knocked off theirs." And to this the echoes around my pins by a strong blow from a log of the room werę, "That's so!" wood. Fell flat on my belly, and my God's truth!"

knees drew themselves up under my chin.

pany A.

"That's

Made sure I was dead, but thought it Vice-President Hamlin a Private in Comdidn't make much difference, for I saw our men retreating, and knew that the Yan- There was at Fort McClary, in Portskees would get me and kill me sure; al- mouth harbor, New Hampshire, during ways was told, Sir, the Yankees had horns. the dark days of the war, a soldier who Well, there I lay; and up came a Colonel performed all the duties of a private in leading his men-he was in front, Sir; he the ranks and a guard, and was not even jumped down from his horse, and ran to clothed with the power of a fourth corme drawing something from his belt, so I poral,—but who, in the event of the death gave up; but it wasn't a pistol, Sir," (and of President Lincoln, would at once have here the boy's eyes moistened) "it was a become the commander-in-chief of the canteen! He put it to my lips, I drank. army and navy of the United States. He jumped on his horse again, and said, And yet, with that necessary consciousness, 'Charge, boys, they're fleeing!' Then he was willing to place himself in the posisome soldiers on foot came toward me, tion of a common soldier, share with them and I thought they're not all like that in their messes, bear about his own tin officer, and I gave up again. But, Sir, they dipper, and reside in their barracks. This said, 'Comrade, get up.' They lifted me up was the position of the Hon. Hannibal and said, 'Put your arms around our necks, Hamlin, Vice-President of the United and we'll lead you away from these bullets. States (and formerly Governor of Maine And these were the 'damned Yankees!' and United States Senator), and private I tell you, Sir, no man ever hugged his in Company A, of the State Guard of sweetheart harder or more friendly than Bangor. Such may be said to be one of I hugged those Yankees' necks." the beauties of republicanism; but it reAfter a few more remarks the youth quires a sound-cored man thus to display showed a determination to "talk politics," the most beautiful features of the simand asked Mr. Clayton, "What are you plicity of our institutions. fighting us for?" Mr. Clayton calmly, and in good humor, gave him his ideas of the issue, and in ending asked him what they were fighting for. "To hold property, Sir,” replied the youth,—" our slave property." "How many slaves did you have?" "None." "And you?" (to the next). "None." He then went around to all the thirty-four rebels, and but one was A few days before the arrival of the U. S. found who had owned a slave. "Now," army at Nashville, in 1862, and, indeed, said Mr. Clayton, "where are the men before he heard of the fall of Fort Donwho have these slaves which they are so elson, in going down the road from his afraid of losing?" Here a man named farm, he descried a fat, ragged, bushy-headMcLellan, who soon afterwards died, raised ed, tangled-mustached, dilapidated-looking himself up on his cot, and stretching out creature, (something like an Italian organhis thin hand said, in a sepulchral voice, grinder in distress,) so disguised in mud "They are at home enjoying themselves, as to be scarcely recognizable. What was and have sent us to die for them and his surprise, on a nearer approach, to see

Col. Polk, and Sanders, the Refugee.

Colonel William H. Polk, of Tennessee, the well known scholar, politician and wit, of Tennessee, had a plantation some forty miles from Nashville, lived comfortably, had a joke for every one. and was, withal, a resolute man in his opinions.

that it was the redoubtable George N. eloquence with which he lifted up a ragged Sanders. flap in the rear of his person that some George had met the enemy and he was envious rail or briar had torn from its theirs-not in person, but in feeling. His position of covering a glorious retreat. heart was lost, his breeches were ragged, "Not a dd cent," repeated he; and his boots showed a set of fat, gouty "and, Polk, I walked that hard-hearted toes protruding from them. The better town up and down, all day, with bombpart of him was gone, and gone a good shells dropping on the street at every distance. lamp-post-I'll swear I did trying to "In the name of God, George, is that borrow some money; and, Polk, do you you?" said the ex-Congressman. think, there wasn't a scoundrel there would lend anything, not even Harris, and he got the money out of the banks, too!"

"Me!" said the immortal George: "I wish it wasn't; I wish I was anything but me. But what is the news here—is there any one running? They are all running back there," pointing over his shoulder with his thumb.

"No," said Mr. Polk, "not that I know of. You needn't mind pulling up the seat of your pantaloons. I'm not noticing. What in are you doing here, looking like a muddy Lazarus in the painted cloth?"

"No," interjected Polk, who dropped in a word occasionally, as a sort of encourager. "Bill," repeated Sanders, "Bill, I said you was a friend of mine-and a talented one-always said so, Bill. I didn't have a red, and I've walked forty-five miles in the last day, by the mile-stones, and I havn't had anything to buy a bit to eat; and," he added, with impassioned eloquence," what is a cussed sight worse, not a single drop to drink."

This is complete. It is unnecessary to tell how the gallant and clever Tennesseean took the wayfarer home, gave him numerous, if not innumerable drinks, and filled him with fruits of the gardens and flesh of the flocks.

"Bill," said George to the Tennesseean, confidentially, and his tones would have moved a heart of stone, "Bill, you always was a friend of mine. I know'd you a long while ago, and honored you-cuss me if I didn't. I said you was a man bound to rise. I told Jimmy Polk so; me and Jimmy was familiar friends. I intended to have got up a biographical Unfortunate Absence at the Siege of Fort notice of you in the Democratic Review, but that Corby stopped it. I'm glad to see you; I'll swear I am."

"Of course, old fellow," said the charitable Tennesseean, more in pity of his tones than even of the flattering eloquence; "but what is the matter?"

"Matter!" said George; "the d- -d Lincolnites have seized Bowling Green, Fort Donelson, and have by this time taken Nashville. Why," continued he, in a burst of confidence, "when I left, hacks was worth $100 an hour, and, Polk, (in a whisper,) I didn't have a cent."

Sumter.

On the news of the fall of Sumter, the fires of patriotic enthusiasm were kindled throughout all the loyal States. In one of the small towns of Western Pennsylvania the excitement became intense-patriotic speeches were made, companies for the war speedily formed, etc., etc. It was at this time, when the public excitement was at its height, that there was a flag-raising at a school-house two miles from A—, the orator of the occasion being a young collegiate, fresh from his Alma Mater. After the speech had been made a sheet of foolscap was produced, and twelve big, noblelooking fellows walked boldly up and en

The touching pathos of this last remark was added to by the sincere vehemence with which it was uttered, and the mute rolled their names among the brave de

fenders of their country. As each man have-gentlemen-desired it to remain!" put his name upon the paper he was The absence of this patriotic orator at the greeted by three lusty cheers and the siege of Sumter must, of course, have rolling of the drum. Finally, when the been the cause of its unfortunate surrentwelve recruits had taken their seats, and der. Edmund Ruffin, the hoary traitor, no one seemed to manifest any inclination who fired the first shot at Sumter, should of following their example of enlisting, a have had a clinch at that tonguy and softyoung man was called upon to speak. He pated orator. The odds would have been was a strong, dashing, dark-eyed youth, of little account, which of the two went and evidently much excited. He seemed down. determined, however, to acquit himself

with applause, and he spread out accord- Application of the Term "Contraband" by

General Butler.

The rebel Colonel Mallory had the misfortune to lose some of his 'servants,' who used their legs to convey themselves from the custody of their master. Though a traitor to his country, Col. M. had the audacity to go with a flag of truce to Fortress Monroe and demand of lus old political friend, Butler, the delivering up of said escaped servants, under the Fugitive Slave Law.

"You hold, Colonel Mallory, do you not," said General Butler, "that negro slaves are property; and that Virginia is no longer a part of the United States." "I do, Sir."

"You are a lawyer, Sir," Gen. Butler replied, "and I ask you, if you claim that the Fugitive Slave Act of the United States is binding in a foreign nation? And if a foreign nation uses this kind of property to destroy the lives and property of citizens of the United States, if that species of property ought not to be regarded as contraband?"

Such was the origin of the term contraband, as applied to fugitive slaves, and its acceptance became at once universal.

"Newport News."

"Gentlemen! do you know what I'd have done had I been down there when that glorious flag was torn by these trait- The operations of the two great armies, ors from its lofty height? I would have from time to time, at "Newport News snatched it from their bloody hands-I Point," have given that place quite a would have mounted the flag-staff-and, celebrity in military annals, and its pecuregardless of the hail of bullets that might liar name has given rise to much curiosity have stormed around me, I would have as to how it could have originated. In nailed it there-ay! with my own hands reference to this, it appears that the early would I have nailed it there! and have-colony on James river was at one time

"All people zall speak vat dey tink— write vat dey pleaze, and be free to do anytink dey pleazhe-only dey zall speak and write no treason!”

Gould, the Hero of Corinth.

reduced to a straightened condition, and the press, he gave expression to as folsome of its members started down the lows: James river, with the intention of proceeding to England. They reached the bend in the river which has since become an object of so much interest, and paused for some days. When they were about to set sail, they saw a ship coming up the roads, bearing the British ensign. They In the heat of the conflict, the Ninth delayel till it should arrive. It proved Texas regiment bore down upon the left to be Lord Newport's ship, with his lord- centre of the Twenty-Seventh Ohio regship on board, who brought the intelli- iment, with their battle flag at the head gence that the ship which the colony had of the column, when Orrin B. Gould, a long before dispatched to England for sup- private of Company G. shot down the plies, and which was many months over- color-bearer and rushed forward for the due, was near at hand, bringing much rebel flag. A rebel officer shouted to his needed relief. Meantime, his lordship men to "save the colors!" and, at the same distributed provisions among the colonists, moment, put a bullet into the breast of who, from these circumstances, named the place "Newport News," on account of the good tidings which his lordship brought

to them.

Tigers and Treason.

Gould. But the young hero was not to be intimidated. With his flag-staff in his hand, and the bullet in his breast, he returned to his regiment, waving the former defiantly in the faces of the enemy. After the battle, on visiting the hospitals, ColColonel Boernstein, a German com- onel Fuller of the Twenty-Seventh Ohio. mander at the West, became somewhat (commanding first brigade, second divisnoted for his logical method of dealing ion) found young Gould stretched upon a with traitors. While holding possession cot, apparently in great pain. Upon seeof Jefferson City, Missouri, his patriotic ing him, his face became radiant, and, and magisterial traits were made conspic-pointing to his wound, he said, “Colonel, nous by not a few well-remembered cases I don't care for this, since I got their of summary discipline. One day he heard flag!" of a desperado being in town, from Clark township, who had led a company of disunionists known and dreaded as the "Tigers."

"If anybodies vill make ze affidavit," said Colonel B., "I vill arrest him if he izh a tiger. I don't believe in tigers; zey dd humbugs!"

Some one inquired of the Colonel how long he should remain in that place. With a French shrug of the shoulder, he replied:

"I don't know-perhaps a year; so long as the Governor chooses to stay away; I am Governor now, you see, 'till he come back."

His notions of freedom of speech and

John Bell's Tennessee Iron Works.

On the evening of Feb. 16th, 1862, Commodore Foote sent the gun-boat St. Louis on a reconnoitreing expedition towards Clarksville, Tenn. Six miles above Dover, they came in sight of the Tennessee Iron Works, an extensive establishment owned by Hon. John Bell, Mr. Lewis, and others. Not a person was in sight, and to ascertain if anybody was at home, a shell was thrown at a high elevation, and burst directly over the establish-ment, too high to do any damage. It had the desired effect-the workmen streamed. out of their hive like a swarm of bees. It having been reported that the milli