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Without further parleying, the soldier, in discharge of his duty, thrust his hand into the place of concealment and drew out a revolver, and kept on repeating the operation until seven were captured. Then gathering up the pistols, he politely remarked to the lady: “Madam, your breastworks seem to have been iron clad."



A RICH story is told of the boys in the 2d Vermont regiment. It seems that the men of a certain New Jersey regiment had repeatedly stolen the fresh meat from the Vermont boys in the night, and appropriated it to their own use. Some of the Vermont boys thereupon killed a dog, dressed it neatly, and hung it up in the quartermaster's department.

The Jerseys, mistaking it for mutton, stole it, as usual, and bore it off in triumph. The Vermonters were on the watch, and ascertained that it was served up the next day upon the table of the Jersey officers.

The joke soon became public, and the Jerseys were greeted, when they visited the camp of the Vermonters, with a “bow-wow," by way of friendly salutation.

The point of this practical joke, as we were told it at the camp of the Vermonters, where the affair occurred, is omitted in the above narrative. The dog which the mischievous wags converted into mutton, for the benefit of their foraging New Jersey neighbors, was a fine Newfoundlander, belonging to the New Jersey colonel. The story in camp goes that a leg of the sacrificed animal was served up at his master's own table.




HAVING given an amusing account (page 189) of the joke practiced by the 2d Vermont regiment on the 26th New Jersey, it is but just to give the Jersey boys the benefit of their version of the matter, by which it appears that the Vermonters were, after all, the victims of their own enterprize. It is as follows:

A long-legged, long-bodied, long-tailed feminine canine, for several weeks had roamed throughout the ranks of the brigade, like the ghost of “Snarleyow," keeping the soldiers awake by her midnight howlings. The butchers of the 2d Vermont caught, killed and dressed the canine, hanging the carcass on a tree in a grove fronting the camp of the 26th, as a bait for the Jersey boys, who they fondly hoped would take it for mutton. This probably would have been the case, had

, not a Jersey teamster, William Fagan, while loading the slaughtered beeves of that morning, observed their proceedings, and placed the 26th upon their guard. Some of their boys, thereupon, under cover of twilight, took the carcass into camp, and transmogrified it into very nice looking head-cheese, which was retailed the next day through the Vermont camps at ten cents a roll.

The Vermonters missed the carcass, and presumed, of course that the “ Jerseys” bad swallowed the bait. But it is not difficult to picture their dismay, when the jubilant question, “How are you dog?” was answered


* The reader is notified that the compiler does not vouch for the truth of this or Story LIV.

with the significant reply, “How are you head-cheese?” The latent influence of the head-cheese reposing uneasily upon their Green Mountain stomachs, displayed itself in “bow-wow," whenever a Jerseyman hove in sight. The “Jerseys" solaced themselves in whistling for the lost canine, but she never reappeared. And thus were the biters bitten.

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On the arrival of the Rebels at Hagerstown, in their great raid of 1863, a lieutenant and five men, wearing the Federal uniform, crept out of the house where they had been hiding, and gave themselves up to be paroled. They told Jenkins that they did not wish to fight any longer against their Southern brethren. The reply of the general must have greatly astonished the cowardly traitors. He indignantly rejected their claim of brotherhood; told them that if he had a twenty-fifth cousin as white-livered as they were, he would kill him and set him up in his barn-yard to make sheep own their lambs; and concluded by detailing six “good lusty fellows with thick boots" to "parole" the recreant Federals by vigorously kicking them out of the camp, to the west border of the town.

It is said that the Rebel soldiers were highly tickled with the scene, and highly approved of Jenkins's mode of paroling cowards. The six miserable poltroons must have felt very differently. What an encouraging prospect it must have been for Federal deserters.



COLONEL MOODY was one of the most popular Colonels in Middle Tennessee. The Secesh call him "the

“ Go-Devil-Preacher-Colonel.” His popularity is attributable to a peculiar manner he has of taking hold of things.

Shortly after the Colonel was ordered to "occupy, hold, and possess," Franklin, Tennessee, one of the larger sized Seceshers came into his office on business, and during a conversation which ensued, informed the Colonel that he was “a liar.” The Colonel threw out his right, took him in the “tater trap," and brought his


The Colonel was out taking a walk one evening. He observed his black charger in the distance, coming at full speed, and, as he approached, was surprised to see that he was mounted by an individual dressed in butternut clothes. The Colonel sprang into the middle of the street, and as the horse was passing, seized the rein with one hand, and ye breast of ye butternut with the other, bringing said butternut to the ground, head foremost, as he checked the steed. Had the Colonel missed his hold he would never have seen his charger again, for the rider was a Rebel horse thief.

A Rebel, while under arrest, complained that armed men stood about him all the time, stating that if he just had a chance, he could whip as many Yankees as would come at him fair. The Colonel ordered, "Sergeant, put down that gun, put away that pistol and belt. Now, sir," addressing the fighting Secesh, “try that fellow; you shall have fair play. I give you my word and honor, if you can whip him, you sha ll not be interfered with.” Butternut backed out, and acknowledged that he had just been acting the fool.

The Colonel was never known, but in a single instance, to give up property of any kind he had once taken, and that instance was when a Secesh woman declared that the last words of her dying husband were, “wife, take care of them three bags of salt.” One of the bags of salt was returned.

The Colonel took possession of all surplus provender that could be found in his reach; if it belonged to a Union man, he gave a Government receipt for it; but if it belonged to a Rebel, that was the end of it.



A St. Louis paper of December 20th, 1862, gives the following good story of Colonel Lawson. It seems that he was captured some two weeks previous to that date, by an irregular body of the Rebels, alias guerillas, numbering nearly one hundred. At first they threatened to shoot him, but finally decided to release him on parole. Upon investigation, it proved that of the Rebels who then had him in charge-about a dozennot one could write a parole, or any thing else.

Through their whole youth they had never been subjected to the pernicious influence of free schools.

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