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less courage of the men who made it. Here, within the space of ten minutes, ninety of our boys were smitten to the earth by a hurricane of lead. Here fell dead several of our best and bravest officers, among the first of whom, was our brave and accomplished Colonel, J. L. Kirby Smith, than whom, no more perfect soldier or heroic man has yielded his life during this bloody war.

Colonel J. L. Kirby Smith was a native of New York, and was in the twenty-fifth year of his age when he fell, mortally wounded, by a bullet passing through his jaw, and coming out under his ear. He lingered in great suffering, in a state of consciousness, but unable to speak, until Sunday evening, when he died.

His remains were taken to Ohio for interment, by Lieutenant Colonel Swayne, of the 43d.

He graduated at West Point in 1857, and held a Lieutenant's commission in the regular army upon the breaking out of the rebellion; when he was appointed Colonel of the 43d Ohio Infantry, which he organized at Mount Vernon, and took the field in February, 1862, and served with distinction in General Pope's command, throughout the Island-Number-Ten campaign. As a military man, he had few if any superiors among all the Ohio colonels. His loss to the regiment is irreparable.

Colonel Smith's father, Captain E. Kirby Smith, was killed at the head of his company in Worth's terrible charge at the battle of Molino del Rey, Mexico, shot through the head. Father and son have shared a soldier's fate, both fallen in the fray, battling for the right. The same volley which wounded Colonel Smith, also killed Captain J. M. Spangler, of Company A, and also mortally wounded Adjutant Charles C. Heyl, of Columbus, an intimate friend of the Colonel.

STORY LII.

THE HERO OF CORINTH.

PRIVATE ORRIN B. GOULD, of Co. G, 27th Ohio, was the hero of the Battle of Corinth. The following letter to Governor Tod, from Colonel John W. Fuller, commander of Brigade, gives the history of young Gould's heroic conduct. It has been announced that the Governor had promoted him to a captaincy, and though severely wounded, his recovery was not despaired of. Colonel Fuller's letter is as follows:

"Headquarters, 1st Brigade, 2d Division,

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Army of the Mississippi.
"Near Ripley, Miss., October 9th, 1862.

"To the Governor of Ohio:

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"SIR, I have the honor of forwarding to your Excellency, the "Battle-Flag" of the 9th Texas Regiment, which was captured by a private of the 27th Ohio Infantry, at the battle of Corinth, October 4th, 1862.

"The Rebels, in four close columns, were pressing with gallantry, amounting to recklessness, upon the Ohio Brigade, with the evident intention of breaking our lines, when the terrible and incessant fire of our men drove them back in the utmost confusion.

"The 6th Texas bore down upon the left centre of the 27th Ohio, with this flag at the head of their column, and advanced to within six or eight yards of our lines, when Orrin B. Gould, a private of Company G, shot down the color-bearer, and rushed forward for the Rebel flag.

"A Rebel officer shouted to his men to 'save the color,' and at the same moment put a bullet into the

breast of Gould, but the young hero was not to be intimidated. With the 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, when visiting the hospitals, I found young Gould stretched upon a cot, evidently in great pain. Upon seeing me his pale face was instantly radiant with smiles, and pointing to his wound, he said, 'Colonel, I don't care for this, since I got their flag.' "I have the honor to be your Excellency's obedient servant,

"JOHN W. FULLER,

"Colonel commanding 1st Brigade, 2d Division.

"HON. DAVID TOD,

"Governor of Ohio."

STORY LIII.

IRON CLAD BREASTWORKS.

WHILE search was being made of the passengers on the central train, one evening in June, 1863, a soldier noticed that a lady's dress appeared more full breasted than it naturally should be; and his quick eye also detected the fact that the artificial contents of the lady's bosom were pressed out against the folds of the dress, so as to make it almost certain that pistols were there.

He was a very polite soldier, and in the most gentlemanly manner approached the lady and said: "Madam, I want those revolvers." She replied indignantly: "Sir, I am a respectable woman, and have no revolvers." The soldier again said, very coolly: "Madam, I wish you to give me those revolvers, and pointed to her bosom. She again denied that she had any.

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."

STORY LIV.

FUN IN CAMP.-A DOG STORY.

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.

STORY LV.

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE DOG STORY.*

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" had 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.

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