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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.

STORY LVI.

JENKINS' MODE OF PAROLING PRISONERS.

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.

STORY LVII.

REV. GRANVILLE MOODY, COLONEL OF THE 74TH OHIO.

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

man.

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 shall 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.

STORY LVIII.

COLONEL LAWSON'S PAROLE.

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.

At last they requested Colonel Lawson himself to make out the parole and sign it. He immediately wrote an agreement, solemnly pledging himself never to take up arms against the United States of America, or in any way give aid and comfort to their enemies,-signed it, and was set at liberty. He made the best of his way to our lines, and was not overtaken.

It is surmised that when that parole fell into the hands of some Rebel officer who could read, it evoked a good many maledictions upon the head of the "Yankee trickster."

STORY LIX.

A PRACTICAL JOKE ON GEN. NELSON'S MULE TEAMSTER.

OUR boys are furious for practical jokes, and are constantly on the watch for subjects. One was recently found in the person of a new teamster, who had the charge of six large, shaggy mules. John was the proprietor of two bottles of old Bourbon-a contraband in camp-which a wag discovered, and resolved to possess. Being aware that the driver's presence was an impediment to the theft, he hit upon the following plan to get rid of him:

Approaching the driver, who was busy currying his mules, he accosted him with-"I say, old fellow, what are you doing there?"

"Can't you see?" replied John, gruffly.

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Certainly," responded wag, "but that is not your business. It is after tattoo, and there is a fellow hired

here, by the General, who curries all the mules and horses brought in after tattoo."

The mule driver bit at once, and desired to know where the hair-dresser kept himself. Whereupon he was directed to General Nelson's tent, with the assurance that there was where the fellow "hung out."

"You can't mistake the man," said wag; "he is a large fellow, and puts on a thundering sight of airs for a man in his business. He will probably refuse to do it, and tell you to go to the devil; but don't mind that, he has been drinking to-day. Make him come out sure."

Jehu posted off, and entering the tent where our Napoleon of the 4th Division sat in deep reverie, probably considering the most expeditious method of expelling the Rebel Buckner, from his native State, slapped him on the back with force sufficient to annihilate a man of of ordinary size. Springing to his feet, the General accosted his uninvited guest with-" Well, sir, who are you, and what the devil do you want?"

"Old hoss, I've got a job for you now; six mules to be curried, and right off, too," said the Captain of mules, nothing daunted at the flashing eye of the General.

"Do you know whom you are addressing, sir?" asked the indignant commander.

"Yes," said John, elevating his voice to a pitch which rendered the words audible a square of; "you are the fellow hired by Uncle Sam to clean mules, and I won't have any foolishness. Clean them mules and I'll give you a drink of busthead."

"You infernal villain!" exclaimed the General, now perfectly furious, "I am General Nelson, commander of this Division!"

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