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THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. C, FEBRUARY 18, 1882.
THERE IS A GLORIOUS BANNER.
The following verses are by Captain E. Butler, Fifth
U. S. Infantry, at Fort Keogli, Montana, and are an
excellent contribution to our patriotic songs :
There is a glorious banner
I've seen it float in pride
Above the broad Missouri
And o'er old Hudson's tide.
I've seen it gaily "waving
In Venice by the sea ;
In England's pleasant waters
On Clyde and on the Lee.
In England's pleasant waters, &c.
Where'er that flag is floating
' From Plata to the Nbre
From Norway's frozen limits,
To Fuego's distant shore
The eye of Toil is lifted
In Love and Hope to see,
The banner of our Fathers
The Standard of the Free I
The banner of, fcc.
Oh ! may that banner ever
In growing glory wave !
A sign of Hope to Nations
Of Freedom to the Slave !
And when our eyes are closing
May our last vision be
That banner of our Fathers
Still floating o'er the Free!
That banner of, fcc.
lArmy and Savy Journal.
COLE THE PIRATE.
HIS ATTEMPT TO CAPTURE THE MICHIGAN
From the Philadelphia Press.
"How did the Federal authorities get infor
mation of your designs ? "
"A Colonel Johnson, of Kentucky, betrayed
us. As near as I have been able to ascertain,
after careful inquiry, he dropped upon the
wharf a paper containing the information of our
purposes just as we were leaving Maiden on the
morning of the 19th of September. It was
picked up and I believe the facts were commu
nicated to the provost marshal at Detroit. He
telegraphed to the officer of the steamer Michi
gan, but the dispatch was by accident delivered
to the commanding officer on Johnson's Island.
It was merely by chance that the message reach
ed the boat in time to save her from capture
and to upset our plans."
" What became of Colonel Johnson ? '
" He cut his throat at the barracks, in Cincin
nati, while being held as a witness for the Fed
eral Government against me. What hi3 motives
were for betraying us no one has been able to
say. He took his life before that fact could be
ascertained from his own lips, either privately or
upon the witness stand. A clear case of re
morse." "You speak of men hired in New York and
Philadelphia for service on the lakes."
" Yes, we had a number of men from both cit
ies. I sprnfc three weeks in Philadelphia be
tween my arrival in Canada and my attack upon
the Michigan. I went there first in June, 1864,
established headquarters at Twelfth and Chest
nut streets, in the Girard Building or old Cad
walader House, as I believe it was called. We
also had another rendezvous on Fifth street
between Chestnut and Walnut, where a man
was ostensibly recruiting an artillery company
for the United States service. It was here that
most of our men for the capture of the Michigan
were hired. They were paid $40 a month and
expenses. The money was drawn from Drexel's
bank to meet the current expenses of these agen
cies and to pay the men. We had quite a num
ber of sympathizers in Philadelphia and Penn
sylvania, but it would do no good to the truth of
histery to mention their name3, and it would no
doubt be both distasteful and damaging to
" We used to meet very frequently at Como
dore Lavellette's, although he knew nothing of
our secrets. Albert Lavellette, his nephew, was
with us, so was George Duvall, who afterwards
moved to Burlington, N. J., where he has since
" I do not recall the names of any of the men
in Philadelphia who enlisted in our service,
although I have them all among my papers at
home. None of them were men who would
impress themselves upon you any way. They
were of that class which would aid any cause for
" I never made the personal acquaintance of
any man whom we hired in Pennsylvania, but
I did of many persons who sympathized with us
and did what they could to aid our cause."
"In the preceeding lines the name of Annie
Davis is frequently mentioned. It is not her
real name, but the one by which she was known
while in the United States, and to the Federal
authorities after her capture, while she was on
trial for the important part she played in the act
" She was a woman possessing rare qualities of
mind and attributes of person to fit her for a
position in any secret service. She was of me
dium height and well proportioned frame. Her
eyes were coal black, and ever on the alert. The
extreme composure of the rest of her features
however, relieved them from anything like
nervousness. Her hair was black and cut short
at the neck, that she might at will assume a
man's disguise. Her manner was easy and
apparently unassumed. Did she personate
twenty characters in succession in each she
would have passed current as genuine coin. Her
powers of adaptability were simply marvelous.
She was a British subject. On the breaking out
of the war, she became a warm sympathizer
with the Southern cause, and was so earnest in
her desire to aid it that her enthusiasm upon
this subject amounted almost to frenzy. She
made several applications to Mr. Jake Thomp
son, the representative of the confederate gov
ernment in Canada, for a position in the secret
service of the South, and after repeated refusals
he finally sent her to Major Cole.
Cole distrusted her at first, and for a time used
her only as a courier or messenger between him
self and Mr. Thompson. These errands she al
ways performed with speed and accuracy, and by
degrees she rose in the estimation of her employ
er, until he finally spoke of her as "one of the
most marvelous women I ever met. None of
those employed by the confederate service ever
approached her in the combined qualities of
bravery and judgment. By her courage, caution,
and the promptness with which she was able to
meet any emergency, she several times saved
me from trouble," said Major Cole, in speaking
of his assistant.
From another source I heard much of the
history of this woman's connection with the
confederate government, and especially with the
conspiracy for the capture of the Michigan.
It was some time in June of '64, that she was
sent from Sandusky to Eichmond with confeder
ate dispatches in relation to movements on Lake
Erie. It was the first hazardous and important ser
vice to which she had been assigned. Major Cole
was to meet her in Washington on her return
from Eichmond. He joined her there and the
two came to New York together, and stopped at
the St. Nicholas Hotel.
Major Eollins, of New Hampshire, and his
wife, with another Federal officer and his wife
were also stopping there. Miss Davis saw the
ladies in the hotel parlor. The three immediate
ly recognized each other as old schoolmates, who
had been educated at the same convent. There
were mutual greetings of pleasure and a renewal
of old schoolday associations. She introduced
Major Cole as her cousin from Pennsylvania.
After a social chat he went into the rotunda of
the hotel, where a gentleman approached him
and said :
" I should like to see you a moment at the
door," as he spoke leading the way out of the
crowded corridors. On the pavement waited a
detachment of soldiers, and the officer, touching
him upon the shoulder, said :
" Sir, you are my prisoner.5' They took him
to the provost-marshal, who ordered him to be
searched, and informed him that he was arrested
as a confederate spy.
They found nothing about him but dis
patches and letters concerning the Mount Hope
Oil Company ; nevertheless, he was consigned to
a cell to await further developements. Here he
lay upon the floor with his coat for a pillow
three or four hours, all the time, harboring in
his mind the belief that his female accomplice
had finally betrayed him. The result demon
strated how unjust his suspicions were, for it
was her subtle wit that secured his release.
Missing him for some time she made inquiry
through the husbands of her friends where he
was. They ascertained that he had been arrested
by the provost guard and denied the liberty of
communicating with any one. She divined the
cause and promptly matured a plan to secure his
release. She at once laid siege to the hearts of
her old schoolmates, the wives of the Federal
officers, by taking them aside and confidentially
" Oh, he is not my cousin, he is not my cousin !
He is my husband. Father was opposed to my
marrying an American. His English predjudices
so rebelled against it that we were forced to
elope. He is not a confederate spy, he is an oil
operator at Titusville, Pa., and lives at Sandus
ky." Her tears and entreaties enlisted the sympa
thies of the Federal officers' wives, who soon
commanded the influence and co-operation of
their husbands in obtaining his freedom.
The officers took a carriage, and went to Gen
eral Dix's headquarters. Learning that he was
indisposed at his private residence, they drove
there and promptly secured an order for the re
lease of the husband of their wives' friend, as
they supposed. With it they went to the prison,
and the confederate soldier was promptly set
free. The three entered the carriage and rapidly
returned to the hotel, the Federal officers all the
way poking fun at Cole for being taken for a
"Johnny Eeb," and chiding him for not being
frank in the first instance and telling them that
it was a runaway match, and so save all this
trouble. Cole was at a loss to know what they
meant by runaway match, but he in no way
betrayed the fact.
When they reached the hotel Annie. Davis
was waiting with the Federal officers' wives in
the parlor, apparently in great distress. As
Cole entered she ran and threw her arms around
his neck, enclaiming between her sobs :
" My dear, dear husband."
Her exclamations of joy and affection, mingled
with her tears, caused her considerate friends to
When they were alone and it was safe, Cole
quickly turned to her and said :
" Annie, what does this mean ? "
" It was my only plan to secure your release,
and it has been successful. You are now free
and we are safe."
" But you are not my wife."
" Ah ! but I shall be the first day we tread the
deck of the Michigan together."
" That's a thousand times true if we both live
to see that day," replied Cole.
After these- explanations and avowals, Cole
and Miss Davis joined their friends, and the
evening was spent in pleasure. The next day
they left to continue their operations on the
In the opening scene of this narrative, which is
less than three months after the circumstance
just narrated,the man thus released by a woman's
strategy stood again a prisoner before General
John A. Dix, upon the deck of the Steamer
A recitation of these few facts in one of the
greatest conspiracies that ever characterized the
conduct of modern war, calls up many circum
stances fully as thrilling, if not so important, as
those above related. The records of the War
Department show that Cole was tried at Cincin
nati, by military court, of which General Heint
zelman was president, and convicted as a pirate
and a spy. He was sentenced to be hung on the
16th of February, 1865, on Johnson's Island, the
point against which he had directed his best
efforts as a confederate officer. He was also
tried for murder in the United States District
Court for the northern district of Ohio. He
remained on Johnson's Island waiting his ex
ecution. During that time Annie Davis was
tried in the United States District Court, upon a
charge of having violated the Webster-Ashburton
treaty, in serving as a confederate spy. She was
not convicted, and still lives. She visited Cole
while awaiting his execution, and asked him
what was to be her future.
" I hope to see you married before I am hung,"
replied the man to whom she had pledged her
life's devotion at the St. Nicholas Hotel in New
She soon afterward wedded the man who suc
ceeded Major Cole as secretary of the Mount
Hope Oil Company the enterprise which had
served as a cloak for confederate operations upon
the lakes. Cole made two desperate attempts to
escape while confined on Johnson's Island, and
it was finally decided to remove him to Fort
Lafayette. Legal proceedings had delayed his
execution and a petition was gotten up by the
ladies of Northern Ohio, among, whom were the
niece of ex-Secretary Columbus Delano, and the
daughter of General M. D. Leggett, since Com
missioner of Patents, and softened the public
feeling. The two ladies named were passengers
on the Island Queen when Cole captured her,
and were not only protected but shown perfect
courtesy by him and his officers. The influence
of this petition, added to the appeal of the pow
erful friends of the officers held in Eichmond as
hostages for him, secured a commutation of his
sentence to imprisonment for life at the Dry
Tortugas. His attempts to escape while confined
on Johnson's Island admonished the authorities
that he had better be removed to a more secure
place. Arrangements were, therefore, made to
transfer him to Fort Lafayette.
By some magic the confederate authorities in
Canada were kept informed of the intentions of
our Government in relation to him, and the
officers and men who were engaged with him in
the capture of the Parsons and the Island Queen,
for which he had been sentenced to death, formed
a plan to rescue him if he should be removed.
Beale, who had been his principal officer in his
later operations on Lake Erie, was the leader of
the movement. The arrangement was, that his
former associates were to wreck the train on the
Lake Shore road, somewhere belween Sandusky
and Buffalo, and rescue him. They wrecked the
train, but it was the wrong one, and he was safely
landed in Fort Lafayette, where, for a long time,
he was the companion in the same case-mate cell
with Stephen Mallory, secretary of the treasury,
and George E. Davis, attorney general of the
Beale was captured, tried, and sentenced to be
hung for his endeavor to rescue his friend. He
suffered the death penalty a; Johnson's Island,
while, as the sequel shows, his friend, first sen
tenced to death and for whom he gave his life,
escaped all punishment.
It is claimed by those who profess to know,
that the execution of Beale caused the assassina
tion of Abraham Lincoln. J. H. Beale was from
Jefferson county, W. Va., but a short distance
above Washington, where many of his relatives
now live. He was the intimate friend of John
When Beale was riD"nod ath Booth
made a powerful at rap ; sa . e ' s life. He
enlisted all the emin ; r n L ? p Jbly could
to aid him in his iic.r: . hut thf seemed no
hope of success. A . " . : - . -t Degged his
influential friends xo &euuie him an audience
with President Lincoln. Quito a number of
them consented to do so, among whom was the
late Colonel John W. Forney. The audience
was granted a short time before Beale was to be
hung, and Booth made a plea for his life which
moved Mr. Lincoln to tears. The good-hearted
President would doubtless have commuted
Beales sentence after the occurrence of that
night, but Secretary Stanton said :
"There has been too much leniency in dealing
with these fellows Cole's sentence has been
commuted. The law ought to take its course in
Beale's case." It did, and Beale was hung.
Booth's failure to save the life of his friend is
said to have so preyed upon his mind that it
gradually worked him up to the point of assas
sinating the President. Cole remained in prison
at Fort Lafayette, and, aftei making ohe inef
fectual attempt to escape, was, on the 10th day
of February, 1866, brought out of prison on a
writ of habeas corpus issued by the District
Court of New York at the instance of Jake
Thompson and other confederate leaders. He
escaped to Canada and thence to Mexico, where
he led a life of adventure under Maximillian.
He was finally pardoned by the President, and
returned to the United States with several
prominent confederates who were in Mexico for
a time after the war, waiting executive clemency.
It is strange that such a story as this can be
gathered from actual evenls which transpired
during the late rebellion ; yet how many there
are of them coming to light every day! Books
seem only to record the dry details of great
events, newspapers are the purveyors of that
which is the interesting history.
GRANT ALL OVER.
The following is told of General Grant :
A visitor to the army while it lay in the
vicinity of the Wilderness early in 1864 called
upon him one morning and found the General
sitting in his tent smoking and talking to one
of his staff officers. The gentleman approached
the chieftain, and, after some desultory conversa
tion, inquired: " General, if you flank Lee and
get between him and Eichmond, will you not
uncover Washington and leave it a prey to the
enemy?" Grant discharged a cloud of smoke
from his mouth and indifferently replied: "Yes
I reckon so." Encouraged by a reply, the in
quisitor propounded question No. 2 : " General,
do you not think that Lee can detach a suffi
cient force from his army to reinforce Beauregard
and overwhelm Butler?" "Not a doubt of it,"
replied the General. Emboldened by his success
the interviewer propounded question No. 3, as
follows: "General, is there not danger that
Johnston may come up and reinforce Lee, so
that the latter will swing round and cut off your
communications and seize upon your supplies?"
"Very likely," was the cool reply of the "Sent
Man," as he knocked the ashes from the end of
his cigar. Horrified at the awful fate about to
befall General Grant and his army, the visitor
retired and hastened to Washington to advise
the Government what to do to avert the threat
ANECDOTES OF GENERAL BUFORD,
Major-General John Buford, the Union cavalry
leader, than whom probably no commander was
more devotedly loved by those around him, was
offered a major-general's commission in the rebel
army when in Utah. He crushed the communi
cation in his hand, and declared that he would
live and die under the Old Flag.
A few hours before his death, and while suffer
ing from delirium, he soundly scolded his negro
servant; but recovering himself temporarily, he
called the negro to his bedside and said to him :
"Edward, I hear I have been scolding you. I
did not know what I was saying. You have
been a faithful servant, Edward."
The poor negro sat down and wept as though
his heart was broken. When General Bnfnrd
received his commission as major-general he ex
claimed: "Now I wish' that I could live." His
last intelligible words, uttered in an attack of
delirium, were : "Put guards on all the roads,
and don't let the men run back to the rear."
This was an illustration of the ruling passion
strong in death, for no trait in the General's
character was more conspicuous than his dislike
to see men skuUcing or hanging on the rear.
ANECDOTE OF GENERAL WADSWORTH.
After the death of General James S. Wads
worth, Paymaster W. B. Eochester, recently ap
pointed to be Paymaster-General, related the
following anecdote of the deceased hero :
"I always paid him from his entry into the
service," said the Paymaster, and when the
General called on me for money previous to his
starting to the Mississippi Valley, on a special
mission connected with the arming and organiza
tion of the slaves of that region, I casually re
marked to him that when he got to New Orleans
he would find there Major Vedder, to whom I
would recommend him as a gentlemanly officer
to apply for -any moneys he might need. "No,
sir," said General Wadsworth, " I shall not ap
ply to Major Vedder. While I am in the service
I shall be paid only by you, and my reason for
that is, that I wish my account with the Govern
ment to be kept with one paymaster only; for
it is my purpose at the close of the war to call
on you for an accurate statement of all money I
have received from the United States. The
amount, whatever it is, I shall give to some
permanent institution founded for the relief of
disabled soldiers. This is the least invidious
way in which I can refuse pay for fighting for
my country in the hour of danger."
THE KIND OF MAN HE WAS.
The following explains itself:
"Hdqes. Dept. of the Cumberland,
"Murfreesboro, Tenx., March 6, 1863.
"Major-General W. H. Halleck,
" General-in-Chief, U. S. A., Washington, D. C.
"General: Yours of the first instant, an
nouncing the offer of a vacant Major-Generalship
to the General in the field who first wins an im
portant victory, is received.
"As an officer and a citizen, I feel degraded at
such an auctioneering of honor. Have we a gen
eral who would fight for his own personal benefit,
when he would not for honor and country ? He
will come by his commission basely in that case,
and deserves to be despised by men of honor.
But are all the brave and honorable generals on
an equality as to chances? If not, it is unjust
to those who probably deserve most.
(Signed,) W. S. E03ECRAXS,
A REMINISCENCE OF THE WAR.
During the civil war there was, rightly or
wrongly, a lamentable prejudice against brevet
rank and brigadier-generals. Lincoln's estimate of
the comparative value of the brigadiers gobbled
up by a confederate raider the army mule was
affeetionately known as a "brevet horse" is
known to most readers; but there is another
story, scarcely less complimentary and much less
According to the anonymous libeller, during
an active engagement, a colonel, while bravely
leading on his men, received a terrible blow on
the head from the fragment of a shell, which
completely exposed the brain. He was carried
to the rear and entrusted to the care of a surgeon,
who at once resolved upon heroic treatment, and
removed the brain bodily to repair the lacerations.
While he was absorbed in this delicate operation,
an aid-de-camp, unconscious of the officers
wounds, rode up with the message that Colonel
Blank was wanted immediately at headquarters.
Mechanically, like the brainless pigeon in the
interesting surgical experiment, the gallant offi
cer clambered into the saddle and rode away,
and when the surgeon having completed the
rearrangement of the wounded organ returned
to place it in position, he was astonished to find
the patient missing. At that moment his atten
tion was attracted by the sound of galloping hoofs,
and, looking round, his surprise was intensified
by beholding the colonel riding to the front, as
gaily as if nothing had happened.
"Hi, colonel! ho, colonel!" shouted the sur
geon, pursuing him. "Stop. You're forgetting
about your brains! "
"Never mind about them," roared the hero,
clapping spurs to his horse. " I don't want them
I've just been bre vetted brigadier-general."
The New York correspondent of the Syracuse
Journal tells this pretty little story:
A pretty and pathetic incident has been related
to me of a little fellow from one of our charitable
institutions who was being taken to a New Jersey
farm, by an agent, the owners of the farm having
had the boy "bound" to them for a term of years.
The agent noticed that the boy kept placing his
right hand inside of his jacket on the left side,
and occasionally would fertively peep within with
a tender look. At last he said, " What have you
got in there, my little friend?" "Oh, nothing,
sir," he replied, "only a bit of my mother's dress,
which I've sewed in my coat ; it was the dress
she had on when she died, and now it kind o' com
forts me to touch it.
An old soldier named Edward Kennan died a
week or two ago in Pittsburgh, and five days after
his death a long-delayed pension, dating from
March 18, 1863, was granted to him. He left no
heirs, and this accumulation of 19 years will re
main in the United States Treasury.
A ROMANTIC STORY.
A romantic story is told of one of the foremost
soldiers of Mexico. When the French sought to
establish a monarchy in Mexico, a Mazatlan
youth raised a regiment of boys and waged
against such of the invaders as appeared in Sina
loa a warfare that told. The young man's father
was of Castilian blood and his mother was a Mex
ican. His name, Corona, soon became famous,
and at the age of twenty-five he was regarded as
the Mosby of Mexico. At the end of the war he
was a major-general, the hero of the soldiers and
the idol of Mazatlan society. He was six feet
tall, broad-shouldered, handsome, and daring.
While attending a ball at the American Hotel in
Mazatlan, he stumbled over a domestic, knocking
a tray from her hand. Stooping to pick up the
crockery, General Corona noticed that the girl
was very pretty and very saucy. She told him
that her name was Betty Bowmann; that her
mother was a San Francisco washerwoman, and
that he ought to know better than to rush so
headlong down a dark stairway. Corona made
love to the American miss and before leaving for
the capital he had learned of her irreproachable
though very humble life. Once away, Betty's
face and pert ways haunted him so much that
he wrote to her, arranging for marriage by proxy.
He remained in Mazatlan; the bride went to a
convent school. They were a thousand miles '
apart and wrote to each other daily, the husband
constantly instructing the wife in polite ways.
President Juarez, fearing that Corona's popular
ity would lead the people to give their vote to
the young soldier at an election then approach
ing, concluded to send him as Minister to Madrid,
the most enviable diplomatic position in the eyes
of all Mexicans. General Corona took the wash
erwoman's daughter to his palace in Madrid and
she now is regarded as the most brilliant and
accomplished lady at the Court of Spain.
During the civil war in this country, while a
company of soldiers was encamped in East
Tennessee, a revolver was stolen from the cabin
of the captain. The thief was supposed to be
one of three negroes who waited on the officers.
After a ffuitless investigation, an old man
whom the soldiers called "Zeb" said he thought
he could discover the rogue, if the captain would
allow him to use such measures as he thought
Permission was granted, and the following
evening the three negroes were brought together
in the captain's cabin.
Zeb soon came in, with a large camp kettle
and an old rooster. He placed the rooster on the
table, and over it set the camp kettle, upside
down. He then gave the negroes a little talk,
and told them that they must march three times
around the table, and touch the kettle the third
time they went round it. Then if the thief was
among them and touched the kettle, the rooster
The lights were put out, and Zeb marched the
negroes round with as little noise as possible in
the darkness. On the third round he ordered
them to touch the kettle. Then suddenly march
ing them to a corner, he relighted the lamp, saying
at the same time :
"Well, the old rooster has not crowed, but now
I want each of you to show your hands."
On the hands of two of the negroes soot was
seen, but not a particle on the hand of the third.
"Here's the rogue!" exclaimed Zeb, laying
hold of the Bootless negro. "If he'd touched
that kettle the old rooster would have crowed,
Old Zeb showed by his lying that he had as
little principle as the thief, but the negro had
been caught by his superstition, which prevented
him from touching the kettle, and he confessed
the theft and restored the revolver. Youth's
The death, near Malvern Hill, Va., of Nathan
Enroughty is likely to revive the question, often
discussed but never satisfactorily answered, why
the name of a numerous family should have been,
for at least a century, universally spelled En
roughty and universally pronounced Darby.
The members of the family themselves follow
this strange perversion, always writing their
name one way and pronouncing it the other, but
can give no explanation of its origin. Transcript.
To the Editor of the Transcript :
Some ten ago years, at Palermo, in Sicily, I hap
pened to find myself seated at the table d'hote
beside the late bishop of Gibraltar. He was
much interested in strange surnames, spoke of
Mr. Bowditch's book, and of many curious Bng
lish pronunciations differing widely from the
orthography of the names. I told him in return
of the above example, which he pronounced quite
unique; but, after a moment, he added, '"Queerly
enough, I happen to be able to tell you something
about your Enroughty-Darbys, whih, although
not really an explanation of the mystery, yet
throws a side light on it. My wife came from
county Clare ; and I know that several genera
tions since, some families who wrote their names
Enright or Enraght, indifferently, emigrated to
the States. They belonged to the religious sect
called Darbyites; and people often called after
them in the streets, 'Go along, you old Darby.'
This seems like one step towards solving the
queerest case of mispronunciation of a name
which I ever met with." B.W. Boston Transcript.
Gen. Eial Niles, whose sickness in Philadel
phia in poverty and want is announced, entered
the war in the Ninth Indiana regiment and was
wounded at Laurel Hill, Winchester, Pittsburg
Landing and Chickamauga, and at the end of
the war he was retired with the rank of brevet
major general. He went into business in Chi
cago, and all his property was swept away by
the great fire. For a time he was a clergyman,
but an old wound and failing health prevented
his success. Latterly he was obliged to make a
living for himself and family by selling little
articles which he had patented.
During the first year of the war a soldier
writing home to his friends from Washington
said : " I have grown two feet in two days, pre
fer gunpowder to butter on my bread, and have
arranged to sleep forever hereafter in a cannon.''
Such talk don't last long.