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THEptATIOjStA?. !TvIBpE:::WASniNaTOD. 0., THURSDAY; -SEPTEMBER 28, 1LSS2,
range, ami feeling sure they had but one
round of ammunition with thorn, we paid no
attention to their threats. No shots wero fired
at us, but threats to shoot were repeated as
long as we wero in hearing.
"Although Avchad hurried considerably, we
discovered Trippe was out of sight, and wo in
ci cased our speed, as much to get a view of
him as to gain on our pursuers. Wo had gone
but a few yards after so doing before wo came
to Trippe lying on the ground, near a largo
crcvico or opening in a huge rock. Ho was
completely exhausted, and unable to speak or
make himself understood. We scarcely halted
on reaching Tripie. as three or four of the con
federates had gained the top of tho ridge north
of the gorge, and were yelling at us to halt and
surrender. They were not more than a hun
dred yaids distant, but many loeks of Jingo
proportions intervened botwecn thoin and our
selves. Trippe at this moment motioned io us
with both arms, and thon began ciawling into
the opening in tho rock near him. What he
wished us to do wo did not know, and had no
opportunity of ascertaining, as wo Mere obliged
to flee for our own safety. Ho attempted to
speak, but could not.
" We left Trippe to his fate, nud hurried on
without stopping, until wo wero entirely out
of hearing of the rebels. When we wero Lc
ond the immediato reach of tiic enemy, it
was a question witli us whether wo should
pause for a few "moments, to see if Trippo had
escaped their notice, or push ahead. We halted
and listened for a few minutes, but heard noth
ing. Wc concluded tho enemy had found
Tiippe, and were now looking among the
rocks for us, and determined to push for
ward. We kept on the top of the ridgo for
the distance of nearly two miles, when wo
came to a gorge leading down the western
slope of the mountain into tho valley. Wc fol
lowed down this gorge until we were fully
half-way to the valley. In a place entirely
surrounded by cedar bushes, we halted to rest.
The sides of the gorgo were high and rugged,
and huge rocks projected from them and hunt:
almost directly over our heads. No sound fell
upon our ears ; not even of tho wind gently
blowing, or of running water's low murmur.
It was truly a place of solitude. Tho unfortu
nate event of the evening, the loss of our com
rade, made it doubly sad and solitary to us.
As wc had made very few, if any, footprints,
wc knew tho enemy couldnot easily traco us,
and, though sorrowing and dejected in spirit,
we felt safe in the loneliness and seclusion of
the place. We felt deeply the loss we had sus
tained in our separation from Trippe, as. wo
had hitherto deferred to him 11 nil ilio straits
and critical situations in which wc had been
placed. It was tho second time ho had been
recaptured if really repturcd this time
and foiled in his attempts to escape prison, and
on that account we felt sorry for him. Wo
called to mind the reluctance manifested by
him to starting with us ou tho trip to the
lines; also his great discouragement when he
came across the citizen in the woods, about ten
days previously. We conjectured tho rebels
had certainly found Trippe. We conjectured,
too, that Trippe, in motioning to us, had in
tended to be understood as directing us to hide,
as he was doing ; that the rebels would ques
tion him as to where the rest of us were, and
that he would answer that wc were hid among
the rocks somewhere near; that they would
look for us, and, failing to find us, would ac
cuse him of deceiving and dclaj'ing them in
their pursuit of us until wo were out of reach.
Taking this view of tho matter we feared tho
rebels would become exasperated at Trippe,
and would treat him cruelly, if they did not
murder him. Whaievor tho result of tho fray
niight'Imva boen.lo Trippe, wc knepr wc, were
r . 1 Ho - , t
heart. 1 think lie hatl' been atonctime orderly-sergeant
of his company (II, 'Fifteenth
United States infantry). Ho enlisted at Co
lumbus, Ohio, in the year 1661. lie was never
Those of our readers who have become inter
ested in the adventures of the escaped prisoners
and wish to read of their hair-breadth escapes
from tho dangers through which they passed,
would do well to send fifty cents to W. 31.
2Jewliu, Danville, 111., and procure a copy of
Tlio four surviving comrades, Xewlin, Suth
erland, Smith, and Wood, after encountering
all sorts of adventures, finally reached Gauly
Bridge, in West Virginia, and found a camp
of Fedoral soldiers.
Any of our readers who are acquainted with
facts bearing upon the fato of Eobert G. Tay
lor, Company G, Second Massachusetts cavalry,
or Watson C. Trippe, Company II, Fifteenth
United Stales infantry, are requested to com
municate thorn to The National Triijuni;.
'Just LIKc a Woman.'
7'rom tha Detroit Free Press.
At the busiest hour in the afternoon yestor
day a woman who would have balanced 375
pounds of horse feed on the scales elbowed
three men xway from thobtainp window at the
post office und inquired :
"Is. there k mail going north to-night?"
"Isitsare to go?"
"Have I time to write a letter?"
"Yea, five hours.' time."
"I was thinking of writing to my husband,
who is in Saginaw. 1 suppose I could write a
"I suppose so."
" Do tboy go just as safely?"
By this tiiae there wore seven men wailing
and scowling around, but the woman clung to
the shelf and continued :
"I sup)Kcyou koop postal cards here?"
"Two for cent?"
"Xo; only oae."
"I didn't know but they were down this
fall. 1 presume you can change a five dollar
"Soents too ba'I to breuk it for a cent, but I
suppose I omsL You may hand mo a curd."
A card wh handed out, aud she began to
feel for her parse. The crowd surged up and
tried to hustle her, but she couldn't be hustled.
She looked in fourteen different places for
that bill, but it was not to !ms found."
" Do you spKise I could have lost it?" she
"Ou the next cornor."
"Thon I'll xnd gat it. Dear me! but I
wish I had wr.ttoii a letter."
She lot go aud was pushed aside, and it was
about ten minutes before she reappeared and
" The bill wasn't on the cornor, and I believe
I handod it to you when I first c&mo in."
" Oh, no."
"Well, if 1 did, and you arc "mean enough
to keep it, yor'll never prosper. I'll go homo
and get a cent aud come back and buy a card,
but I do think that under the circumstances
you might lot me write on both sides of it."
SOUTHERN PRISON LIFE.
ErceLancc" Describes the Removal
to Florence and His Experiences.
Condnucd from last urcfr.l
BLACKPHinn, Nor. 25fi. Wo left Savannah
with sad hearts lato yesterday afternoon, on
open platform cars, bound for this point, ninety
fivo miles to the southwest. Tho ocean breezes
chilled us. Two prisoners on tho train froze to
death, and one rebel soldier was killed by fall
ing from the cars. There are several thousand
of us here. We arc not shut up in a stockade,
but :lrc simply under guard in a gloomy,
swampy wood. I don't roally know whoro wo
arc. Tho small collection of dilapidated chan
ties at the railroad stopping place is denomi
nated Blackshiro by some and Station Nino by
others. Somo of the rebels say that wo are in
Northern Florida, and others that we arc still
in Georgia. Wo hate Georgia, and will bo
glad to get out of it. It is not probable that
wo will bo kept heio long. Blackshiro is in
Pierce county, Georgia. Wo have heard good
news of tho " galvanized Yankees " tho Union
prisonors who enlisted in the rebel army. It
is said tli.it a party of them ppiked somo siege
guns at Savannah, tho other night, and de
sei ted in boats to the Union fleet. It is also
reported that ton or twenty "galvanized" ser
geants were executed at Augusta, or somewhere
else up in that section, a few weeks ago, for
organizing a conspiracy to capture their com
missioned officers and march their regiment to
Sherman's army. Tho rebels say they aro of
no account to tho confoderacj-, and do nothing
but steal and murder. A train load of pris
oners sent from Savannah to Charleston last
August mutinied on the way, and attempted
to ovei power tho guards, but failed in the
attempt, and many wero killed.
Now 2Gth. To-day noon, with many demon
strations of plcasure.tho rebel officers announced
to us that wo are all to bo exchangod at Savan
nah to-morrow. They aro now busily engaged
in getting our signatures to the parole docu
ments. Intense joy and excitement prevail.
Rations for two days have been issued to us.
The general conundrum is: "If wo aro going
to bo exchanged to-morrow what do wo want
with their corn-meal?" So wo aro all hard at
York cooking and eating it. The parole wo
arc signing reads about as follows: "We, the
undersigned, solomnly pledge our sacred woid
of honor that we will not take up arms again
in any garrison, fortification, or field-work of
tho United States, or do any police or constab
ulary duty, or any duty usually performed by
soldiers, until we havo been duly declared
S.yvaxnah, Nov. 27th. Wo signed our parolo
papers yesterday, and wero sent ninety-five
miles to this city without a single rebel soldier
on any of the trains to guard us. Liko fools, wo
did not escapo and make for Fort Pulaski. Wo
came up bj- night, and every man of us might
by this time have reached tho Union lines. As
it is, wc are now under guard again and aro
bound for Charleston. The pretended parolo
was a bold picco of strategy on tho part of tho
rebels. They must bo getting short of troops.
As most of us ato up all our rations last night,
on the strength of tho oxchango canard, wo
must now starvo for forty-eight hours. They
will never deceive us again. On December
9th Sherman's army reached Savannah.
Txorekoe, S. C, Nov. 29 '. Wo left Savannah
o" . J'lrt tlfe ",,fUrt
-" us.' vinLtf
'1 "", l" v , ft p,r
in progress from tho Fedoral batteries across
the bay, and it was the pleasant est music wo
had heard for months. Several of the shells
passed over us and bursted. Eighty 200-pound
shells per day were dropping into tho city.
Some of tho people manifested sympathy for
us, and others addressed us in terms
that wero anything but thoso of en
dearment. A party of young bloods, out on a
spree, halted to see us pass, and one of them
shamefully abused us. Tho members of our
mess besought tho guards to allow a fair fight
to take place, and whilo the matter was being
hurriedly discussed, an excited Georgia soldier
ran up and placed tho muzzle of a musket at
the young reb's bicast and thicatened to blow
hiin through if he spoke another word. "Aro
you-aw a-ware, sab," ho haughtily rejoined,
throwing his head and shoulders back, " that
you arc in Chawlcstou, South Cawleenah?"
At this interesting juncture a rebel officer gal
loped up and ordered tho bloods to depart in
j.(anler, on pain of being marched off to somo
military lock-up. They obeyed. Wc reached
this prison last night, nearly starved, most of us
having had nothing to eat for forty-eighc hours,
and having gone wihout a drop of water for
twenty-four hours. No rations were issued to
us, however. Wc wero detained outsido tho
stockade until this morning, and sufieicd in
tensely. Those of our number who had money
bought water of tho guards, paying as high as
twenty-live cent a quart for it. I saw this
done myself. In coming from Charleston wo
were crowded to suffocation, being in box
j freight cars, eighty-seven men to a car. Once
wc halted beside a passenger train, and a rebel
officer camo out on his car platform and gazed
at us a moment, and then returning to his seat
brought out his lunch basket, and tossed its
contents to the most emaciated-looking occu
pants of tho car I was in. The rebels aro
not all heartless.
I havo found Corporal iroffmaster and Shook
and Spurgcon of my own company and regi
ment here. They "flanked " out of Andcrson
villo befoie tho legiment was exchanged.
Iloffmastcr is crippled with scurvy, and can
only move around by the aid of a rude crutch
he has made. Spurgcon is domiciled with
Wiight and Jones, of tho Eighth Iowa cavalry,
in a contracted hole in the ground, which con
tains a miniature fireplace and chimney, and is
joofed over with mud, sticks, and boughs. The
entrance to it is a little larger than a foot square.
On my being introduced to Wright and Jones,
they invited'me to make my future homo with
them, ailtl"I was only too'glad to do so. Wc
crawl iti anil out "ou all f6urs." There are
about 10,000 prisoners here, most of whom were
brought from Andersonvillc and Charleston,
and the suffering from sickness, cold, and star
vation is appalling. The guards aro also
bloodthirsty, and shoot down prisoners at tho
slightest opportunity. This afternoon, for a
day's rations, wo drew a pint of flour to a
man, but got no salt with it. Our only method
of cooking it was to stir it into boiling water and
make paste of it. This is tho first food that
has been issued to our train load since wo re
ceived a quart of meal on the afternoon of the
2flth ult., at Blackshire, ninety-fivo mile3
southwest of Savannah.
Nov. 30th. Tho regular ration issued here
consists of a pint of corn-meal (ground cob
and all) por man, one day, and a pint of flour
the ncrt. A fellow must cook it tho best way
he can. If he has nothing to cook it in,
that is his own lookout. Sometimes a tea
spoonful of salt is issued with this ration, and
faomctimes not. To bo deprived of salt ia tho
of hardships, and is ruinous to tho
Wo have wood enough for cooking
purposes, but nono to keep warm by. Tho
weather is extremely cold at night, and as few
prisoncia havo blankets, many men freeze to
death, to sny nothing of frost-bitten limbs,
that aro speedily attacked by gangrene. This
is fully as rough a place as Andersonvillc. It
consists of an oblong stockade enclosing two
opposite hillsides, with a swamp between, tho
wholo forming an area of about fifteen acres.
Of this area tho swamp takes up five acres.
The stockado runs cast and we3t, being about
twice as long as it is wide, and the gate is at
tho western end. Tho eastern hillside is not
quite so high as tho western. Flowing through
the swamp from north tb south is a brook of
crystal water. The stockade logs arc unhewn,
and instead of sentry boxes, such as were pro
vided at Andersonvillc and Milieu, tho carih
is heaped up on tho outsido of the stockade to
a sufiicient height to form a walk for tho sen
tinels and enables them to seo all that trans
pires inside. At each corner of tho stockado
is an elevated platform on which artillery is
mounted. The guns are pointed to the insido
and arc kept loaded with grape and canister.
The dead-line consists of merely a furrow
plowed in the ground, instead of a railing. It
is superfluous to state that tho prisoners havo
no tents or barracks. Tho large majority of
them live in holes in the ground, more or less
loofed over with mud and sticks. Across tho
swamp runs a dyko or elevated road, and tho
creek is spanned by a rough bridge of logs.
By reason of its proximity to tho bridgo tho
prison market-place is humorously termed
" the Bialto." Tho railroad station is about a
mile distant. Florence is in Darlington county,
at about tho centre of the Stato of South
Carolina, and is about north from Charleston.
Dec. 1st. Tho interior of tho prison is com
manded by Lieutenant Barrett, of tho Fifth
Georgia infantry, whom the prisoners call
"Bed Head," by reason of his scarlet i"-1
Ho is the Wirz of Florence the incarn:
meanness and cowardly cruelty. To ju
his language aud conduct when wc can
think he is tho most brutal and contort -i
wretch I cvor saw. Ho is qui to as re
flourish weapons in the face of unnnm
and helpless invalids as Wirz was, ai. J t o
prisoners stato that ho has maimed i- .
unoffending men by striking them with .
and a man who is maimed in hero is ve
tain to die. Tho vengeance of tho dyii i
fedoracy is falling on us, and such r i
Wir, Winder and Barrett aro manugii...
business. Tho death rato hero is twel o 4
cent, a month; that is, twelvo men n of
cvciy hundred dio overy month. Ace, i u ; '
to another estimate, tho avciago durat f
lifo is one hundred and twenty-one days
misery by sickness and starvation is a.' ,i ,
to be considered in addition. During tl
month hundreds of despairing prisoner'
enlisted in tho robel army. Tho garriso
sists of tho Fifth Georgia regiment and
organizations composed of conscripts ..i '
other scum. Colonel Iverson is comma , . .
of the post. Onco in a while ho has a (
impulse, but ho permits too many barb:, t
to go unicbukcd to entitle him to be (r ,
spoken of. As at Milieu, wo aro organize V
hundreds aud thousands. Tho wood w
is pitch piuo, and is so full of pitch that
cut a long slivor, light one cud of i r
stick tho other end in tho ground .i.t-i
write by it tho samo as I would by a ci 'id I . t
It burns brilliantly in tho littlo fin
of our "gopher hole." Why should '
work so hard to build houses, cspcur
Northern mudsills, whon all they really re vt.
is a holo in tho ground? Wo aro inuw.
Carolina at last, tho homo of tho flov TV.
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know too well how ho treats his prisoi
Liko tho representative of tho confeu
government, King John was in tho hal , "
murdering his prisoners, and ho was jsail .
abhorred by the chivalry of Franco, Eug' '
and all other countries. To this day his i
ory is detested.
Dec. 2(7. The entire camp was reorgai
yesterday. WcAverc all driven over to the
side by skirmishers, and then marched back
and counted liko so many cattle. Whilo a de
tachment of us was standing in lino on the east
side, "Red Head " shouted an order to us from
the opposite sido of tho swamp which wo did
not plainly hear, and which wo failed to under
stand. In accordance with an established mil
itary rule, we remained stationery. 3Io broke
into a furious rage, and, jerking out a navy
six-shooter, commenced snapping it at us. It
refused to go oil' and wo laughed at his frantic
exertions, and some of our detachment jeered,
lie then leaped across tho brook, and snatching
a musket from a guard fired at us, but hit no
body. Tho bullet passed through our ranks
and perforated a mud hut. I was gratified
to observe that not a man jumped out of placo
or manifested unbecoming alarm. Tho object
of the rebels in counting us is to provent men
from drawing rations in more than ono division.
Very often prisonois play this trick by answer
ing to dead men's names. Tho keeping of a
proper record outsido would obviato all such
difficulties. If the same amount of genius ex
isted in an army that exists here, a colonel
would have to count his regiment overy day in
order to ascertain how many rations ho was
entitled to. The corn-meal wo get is composed
of slock peas, tho hulls and chaff of stock peas,
corn, corn-husks, corn-cobs and dirt, all ground
up together. Wc mako it into mush and gruel.
The baking of corn-bread would soon bankrupt
a prisoner's commissary department. Gruel
fills a fellow up the best, and the thinner it is
the more there is of it. If a man was inclined
to be sentimental, tho amount of human agouj,
destitution, and wietchedness he could witness
by walking around this prison for half an hour
would almost drivo him insane. Wo have to
be hard-hearted. In proportion to tho numbor
confined here, I beliovo the suffering is greater
than it was at Andersonvillc. Tho heat in tho
latter place was easier to bear than tho cold
weather is heie. Besides, most men who ar
rived at Andersonvillo were comparatively
strong and healthy. Most of us here aro thoso
most unfortunate of physical wrecks "old
To be continued.
f Entered neconling to net of Congress in the yonr
PS2 iy Tho Nntioiml Tribune in tho oflico of tho
Libiarian of CoiiKiebs at tVii.shingtoii.
Tho Court Was SHU With IUin.
Justice Gray, of tho Supremo Court, albeit
every inch a judge, "hath a pretty wit."
Whilo on the bench in Massachusetts, a lawyer,
not over-slocked in tho upper story, and noted
for verbosity and shallowness, was trying a
caso before him. Tho case was plain, so thero
was littlo use of argument, and Master Shallow
had the strong side, but ho was determined 'to
"improve the occasion."
Tho judge leaned over and said:
"Mr. , tho Court is with you 'without
"But will you not hear my argument?"
"Oh, certainly," said tho judge.
Then ensued a characteristic harangue of an
hour or two. At its conclusion tho judgo
"Mr. , tho Court is still with you, not
withstanding your argument.'
STRIKING IT RICH;
Or, From Kitchen to Parlor and
By Ethel Allen.
I was gut in tho kitchen fiyin' around to get
supper, and had just set tho table,with tho minco
pio and tho cheese right close to Jim's plate, and
the sausago was sizzliu' away on the stove, and,
,for a wonder, the baby was sleepin' most beau
tiful, and I was a-hummin' "Old Uncle Joe"
very soft to myself, when, all of a sudden, I
heard somo one como in the store I quick
wiped my hands on my apron and hurried
along to wait on 'cm, and who should it bo but
ioncof them telegraph boys, aud ho held out
an envelope aud said, "Ten cents duo!" as
pert as you please.
So I got him the monoy, and then I walked
back to the kitchen with tiiat innocent lookiu'
little yellow thing in my hand and laid it down
careless-liko on tho table, because tho baby was
actin' as if he was a-goin' to open his sweet,
blessed eyes; hut, after I had rocked him to
sleep again, I begun to wonder if that telegraph
wasn't from Joo Murphy, my husband's old
partner, who had gone out to Lcadville some two
months before, and I picked it up in a hurry
and toro it open as quick as a wink, and these
aro tho very words that I read :
" Have just sold your interest in the Stunnin
Maria to Kuggles & Co. for $G0,000; will send
draft for $,"5,000. Balance during the year.
" Jon Murphy."
Well, I didn't fall down in a swoon and faint
dead away, and I didn't scream once, I don't
"' ' " t Istood very quiet and stiil for a min-
hen the sausage begun to sizzle again,
: up tho pan very careful and slowly
l gravy and all over the top of my
custard that stood on the stove; and I
ys think it was lucky that Jim hap- I
:omo in just then or I might have
', 5 baby, beiu' in such a confused state
.. . But, as it was, I threw mj-self into
, scrcamin', "We're mil-lee-on-aircs,
e mil-lcc-on-aircs ! "
. excited as me, I can tell you, when
' ,d Joe's telegraph, only ho didn't
i ilain. But his oyes shone liko stars,
- put his arm 'round my waist, and
hug as he gave mo! And then wc
tho baby, and tho tears run down my
isl as ever they could, and Jim gave
;ood blow and said he reckoned he'd
: of that " sassage," if ho teas a "mil-
. i - !"
I was cooking him somo
I have a silk dress, all
' ith velvet and laco aud fringo and
11 consider on it a while."
j of them brown fur sacks and gold
id a gold chain as thick as your
-ii know I never had no jewels, Jim,
ho gold ring you gavo mo when wo
nearly threo years ago, ain't it,
ou didn't think? that day you'd over
c-on-airess, did you ? "
u I put my arms 'round his neck and
i as many as five or six times,
id you was poor, Jim, when Ave was
o you can't never say I married you
'm mighty glad I took you when I
notwithstanding that now I might
ick, as it were."
,the baby must havo a now cap ! "
'ou got him ono only last week."
can wear that for every day now.
avo a laco ono, Jim, all blue silk and
chain for his neck. Do you think
h .tie to wear a chain, Jim?"
Is on tho size of tho thing. If you
v i r.
as big as tho ono you were talkin'
I'm afeared ho could hardly stagger
h it on ; but a nico lino littlo chain
doubt, bo highly becomin' to his
' ' hat shall wo over do with it all?"
(", -o referrin' to that there sassago, I'll
. v, . o dispose of tho most of it. Did
' o i. k mil-lce-ou-aires novcr got hungry
' n folks? I'm nearly half starved,
and there you stand stirrin' that sassago 'round
and 'round as if it waspuddin' or mush. Steady,
thero! That's tho third spoonful of sugar
kyou'vo put in my tea. If you'd a' done that last
night I'd thought you wero goin' to ruin mo
sure, but, as it is, I icckon 1 can stand it.
Seo hero, mil-lcc-on-aircs always eat bread
with their sassago! Just cut mo half a dozen
slices or so middlin' thick, will you? I ain't
goin' to eat no thin slices of bread after this, I
can tell you ! "
, "Jim, we'll pcrscribo for tho 'New York
Ledger' right oil'!"
"Subscribe, you mean, don't you ?"
'"Well,sub-scriho then. Your gettin' mighty
particular all of a sudden. And we'll tako the
'Fireside Companion,' too, Jim. There's lots of
mil-lec-on-airos in them stories, and we can do
just as they do, so we'll bo sure to behave right."
"What do you want to behave any diffoiont
for? I don't seo but that you look to be about the
samo kind of a woman as you was last night,
only that pink in your cheeks is so mighty
"I am pretty, aint I, Jim?"
"Fair to middlin'. If you hadn't been, I
shouldn't havo married you."
" And I'll look liko a real lad v whon I'm
dressed up in silks aud satins and everything,
won't I, Jim ? "
"Wo'ro as good as any folks now, aint wo,
"Always was, to my thinkin'."
" And nobody '11 look down on us now, will
" Well, somo of 'om may, even yet. You sec,
we'ro not very cdicated, and, as they say down
in Pcnnsylvany, wo havn't no grandfather."
"But it aint our fault if our grandfathers is
all of 'cm dead!"
"Their bcin' dead doesn't matter. Tho
longer they've been in that mournful condi
tion tho moro they're worth in the market!"
"Jim Miller, aint you ashamed to talk so of
your poor diseased grandfathers?"
" Deceased, you mean. That's tho second mis
take in grammar you'vo mado a'ready this
" Well, you contradict mo, Jim, and I'll con
tradict you, so wo will learn to talk proper.
But you oughtou to speak so disrespectful of
your grandfathers, Jim."
"I didn't mean to bo disrespectful. I was
OUiy rOlCrrill' tn thr noonnut wi mnl.-n nf '
down iii old Pennsylvany."
Don't you supposo western folks think a
heap of their grandfathers, too?"
"Not in tho way I mean. They don't cau
you nobody in Pennsylvany unless your gran
daddy was a pretty respectable sort of a gent."
'Couldn't wo go back thoro to live, Jim?"
" Not if know myself."
" Why why why wasn't you r grand
father respectable, Jim?"
'"Coursoho was! Ho and my grandmother
stood in tho market sollin' their potatoos and
beans and squash and such truck overy Satur
day mornin' for nigh twenty years, aud I'll bo
bound they didn't cheat nobody ono blessed
cent's worth, neither. Most respectablo. nice.
quiet folks as over you ecc, if I do say so myself." j
" Well, then, Jim, why aint wo somebody, if
they was so nice ? "
" Why, you see, some of them mil-lcc-on-aircs
down in old rcnn&ylvar.y arc so dreadful stuck
up by thoir riches that thoy don't call it ex
actly respectable to stand in the market a-scllin'
ilvo cents' worth of cheese, or tlueo eggs, or a
quarter of a pound of butter, and so on."
"Then wc won't never go thero to live!
We'll stay West all our Hve3. But wo can talk
about your comin' from Pennsylvany, and
mako people think wo aro somebody."
"Comin' from Pennsylvany won't help us
any out here. Western folks don't care a straw
where you come from or whero you aro goin'
to neither, that I can make out."
"I hear somebody out in the store, Jim; aint
you intendin' to wait on 'em? Hurry up."
"See here, Sallie, milleconaircs always tako
their own time, let me tell you."
"'Who was it, Jim?' I says, when he camo
" Only Jones' boy, for a cent's worth of yeast.
Ho had no idea it was a millecouaire that was
condescendin' to wait on him, had ho?"
" Yhy didn't you give him tho yeast?"
" Now, what for do you want me to givo
away a wholo cent's worth of good yeast?
You'd scolded mo well if I'd a-done it last
night. If you don't look out Ave'llconic to tho
" Why, how can wo ever spend all our monoy,
" Wait till you get fairly started. Spcndin'
money seems to come kind o' natural to women!
You've asked mo for as many as fivo or six
things a-rcady. You'll be wantin' one of them
grand coaches next, and a coachman all decked
out in a high silk hat with a wido gold band
round it, and gold stripes up tho sides of his
breeches, and goodness knows what all."
"Why, I'd be most afcard of him, Jim, if ho
was dressed up in that style."
" Well, I could go with you 'til you got kind
o' used to him! Ho wouldn't hurt you while I
was around. I must havo my airin', too, every
day, so as to prevent my growin' too copu
lant." "Jim, you don't say that word right."
"Then, how should I say it?"
" Why, it 's car-pu-lcnt."
" How do you know, now?"
'"Cause Johnny Maloney said ono day that
his father was a very carpttlcnt man."
"That's only somo of his Irish. Wliere's
that air little book Johnny had that tells the
mcanin' of different words? Did ho take it
homo v.-ith him, Christmas? "
"No; it's up in his room."
"Well, go get it, then, aud wo'll settle this
'ero question right here."
So I took tho lamp and went up stairs to tho
room Johnny had while he was boardin' with
us and attendiu' tho high school. When I camo
down again Jim took the book out of my hand
and begun turnin' tho leaves very slow.
" Can't you find it, Jim? Let me look."
" 'Taint hero, as near as I can make out."
"Maybe wo don't spell it right."
"You couldn't spell it no different. C-o-p-u-1-c-n-t
copulcut. Hold on a minute ! Per
haps there's two p's in it. No, I can't find it
that way neither. 'Taint in tho book. Here,
take it up again."
" But I said it was carpulcnt, Jim."
"Well, I looked for that, too. I wouldn't
havo such a littlo book of words as that air.
Wo'll get ono with all of 'em in, now we'ro
"But it'll cost a lot, Jim. Johnny said he
paid two dollars for this 'ere littlo one."
"Well, ono as big as I mean won't be inoro'n
fivo at tho most. You wouldn't mind payin'
fivo dollars for a book as would edicato us,
would you, Sallie ? "
" Not if it had a right pretty bindin', so wo
could lay it onfr on the scttin'-room. table along 'i
witn tne liible your mother sent us when we
was married- There goes tho store bell again !"
"Somo ono wantin' another cent's worth of
yeast, or a half box of matches, or a couple of
crackers, liko as not. Can't they give a mil
leeonairo no peace at all ? "
When ho come back I was leanin' my head
on my hands lookiu' straight in the fire.
"Jim," I says, spcakiu' out what I was
thinkin', " can't wo move out of hero by to
morrow?" "What!" ho says, pretty near droppin' his
" Why, more How can wo ever spend all our
money a-livin' In this way?"
" Now, Sallie, don't you get to feelin' too set
up all of a sudden. What would you want of a
house biggor than this? We've a nico littlo
parlor aud this 'ore kitchen and two sleepin'
rooms, not countiu' the store. If you had any
moro rooms to tako care on you'd bo makin'
yourself sick a-scrubbin' and sweepin' and
keepin' 'cm clean."
"But I wouldn't do no work myself, Jim;
ladies don't work. I'd havo a a what do
they call 'em, Jim? There's ono in that story
wo was a readin'. You get mo tho paper.
Thero it is on tho settee.
"Hero's what I mean!" I says, findin' tho
placo. " I'd havo a b-o-n-n-o to tako care of
the baby. How do you say that word, Jim?
Is it bony or bono, do you think?"
"How do I know? Wait 'til you get one,
and then you can ask her."
"Don't you want a lackey, Jim?"
"Is it somethin' to cat? 'Causo if it is I
reckon minco-pie and sassago will do for me for
a while yet. But if it's somethin' to drink,
why, that alters the caso. I wouldn't mind
takin' a sip just to see howl liked it."
" What kind of a house shall wo livo in ? I'd
kind o' liko ono of marble beautiful, clean
white marble all full of big rooms aud windin'
stairs, liko it says in ono of them stories, and
great long glasses that we could seo ourselves
in all over ana and oh I I'd like a regular
castle, Jim ! "
" You wouldn't know what to do with a cas
tle after you got one. You'd soon be wishin'
yourself back again in this 'oro nice littlo
houso. Why, I'd miss tho sloro powerful."
"But, Jim, now we'vo got the money, why
can't wo spend it? You ain't goin' to give it
away, aro you ? Wo haven't no relations to
divide with, you know."
" Well, I can't say I was intendin' to givo it
away, just at present."
"O, Jim, lot's havo a regular good timo
spoiidin' it then! I'd liko to bo a real lady,
Jim I never was ono, you know and havo
silks and satins and jowcls and everything."
"We'll have miucc-pio every day, won't we,
"Yes, and whito sugar, too. I never did
liko usiu' brown sugar." .
" Well, wo might try it a while, I suppose,
seoin' j'ou aro so set on it, and wo could como
back hero again if wo got tired livin' in such a
fine houso. I'll think on it whilo you wash up
Joo's telegraph was still lyin' thoro on tho
table, so I picked it up and begun to read it
"Jim," I says, "What made Joo call it tho
Stunuin' Maria niino ?"
" 'Cause that's tho namo of a very particular
friend of our'n," ho saj'S, very cool, lightin'
that littlo black pipo of his and pulfiu' away
for dear life.
"Tell mo about her!" I say3, kind o' short,
and bitin' my lips to keep mo from gettin' too
"What do you want to know?" he goes on,
as calm as you please.
" Does she livo here in Chicago ? " I asks very
quiet, but I was hophf with all my might that
she did, so I could get a good look at her.
"That's Joe's and my business," he says.
" Well I don't care nothin' at all about
knowin'," I says, very proud, and then what
does I do but lay my head on the table and cry
liko a baby.
Jim was over beside mc in less than a min
ute, a huggin' and kissin me as hard as ever
" You don't love me no more ! " I sobs,
kind o' broken.
"Yes I do, too! Don't cry darlin', don't
"And you lovo mo bctter'n Maria, if I ain't
so stunnin', don't you, Jim?"
"A milleeon times better! I'll tell you all
about her. You sec "
" But I don't want to hear, Jim ! I wouldn't
know for nothin' at all ! I can trust you, Jim,
and and and sho ain't regular beautiful is
" Homlior than you are ! Hasn't got near as
soft cheeks or nice littlo nose. Couldn't hold
a candle to you, no way."
" Well, then, I don't care about her ono bit! "
I says, puttin' my arms 'round his neck.
" We'll have a regular good time spcndin' our
money, won't we, Jim?"
' Well, I reckon we'll continue to havo as
good times as milleconaircs generally does."
And then when I had given him just ono
more hug I went to washin' the dishes.
To be continued.
Tender Recollections of a Blanket.
From Hurler's Drawer.
About a year ago the small-pox prevailed to
somo extent in Austin, and thero were great
apprehensions at tho time of the dread disease
becoming epidemic. It was during this excite
ment that a sad-cyed colored man entered a
pawnbroker arena on Austin avenue with a
blanket under his arm, which ho offered as
collateral security for a temporary loan of a
dollar. The contracting parties disagreed on
financial issues, tho pawnbroker asserting,
with considerable positiveness, that he was in
viting financial ruin to take possession of him
if ho advanced more than a slick quarter on
tho blanket, while the negro stated if the times
were not so panicky, five dollars would be no
inducement for him to part with the blanket.
" Why, you are out of your mind," sajd the
pawnbroker, running his arm through a hole
in the blanket. "It was not worth three dol
lars when it was new.ft
" I know- dat, boss, bnt I hates to part wid
dat blanket on account ob do tender recollec
shuns connected wid it."
"Eh?" exclaimed the alarmed pawnbroker.
A pearly diop ran down the dusky nose, and
as he tried to swallow a big lump tho colored
man said, "Dat blanket belonged to my wife's
mudder, who died yesterday wid do small
poxes, but yer can hah it fer a qnarter."
Peoplo wondored why the colored man with
a blanket came out of the shop in haste, as if
fired out of a cannon, but he knew why. Ho
wanted to get a good start so as to beat a load
of buckshot, with which the pawnbroker was
preparing to vaccinato him.
Tho Test of Brain Porrer.
When Bishop Whitaker was in Candclari3,
Nov., recently, ho took a stroll in tho outskirts
of the camp with a party of ladies and godly
gentlemen. A man was seen laboriously turn
ing a windlass which hoisted from a shaft a
bucket filled with rock. The only thing re
markablo about the man at the windlass was
his hat, the crown of which was cut clean off,
allowing the hot sun to pour down upon a per
fectly bald head, somo waggish friends having
recommended this arrangement as sure to pro
dnco a crop of hair. Tho bishop and his party
stood watching tho man toiling and grunting
at his heavy labor for several minutes, and the
kind-hearted clergyman spoke up with con-cern,r-and
. "My -friend why don't you cover up your
head ? This hot sun will affect your brain."
"Brain, is it?" cried the man, as he gave the
windlass another heavily-creaking revolution.
"Begob, an' if I had any brains d'ye think I'd
be hero pullin' up this bucket?"
Tho bishop and his party hastily retired as
tho gentleman at tho windlass proceeded to
express, between tugs and in a very strong way,
his opinion of men who had been born, like
himself, without brains.
With a bumpy swish and a curdled ronr,
Sweet Mary's churn goes drumming;
Young Reuben leans on the low half door
Ami hopes that tho butter's coming;
Then siglis and sighs, and drops his oyes
What words can his feelings utter ?
" O, drop mo down in the churn," he cries,
"And make me into butter."
Sho rebts her hands, and gazing stands,
At sound of his words' vagary,
Then plies the staff with a lightsome laugh,
" O, go away ! " gays Mary.
If a maiden's word means aught, they say,
The opposite henso is in it.
So IJeuben finds in her " Go away ! "
A "just come in a minute."
"I hope," says he, "I may mako so free,"
With a grin and a nervous stutter,
"My answer should bo to your ears," says she,
"If I could but leave the butter."
His arm on tho shelf that'holds the delf,
He looks across tho dairy;
" Shall I go to her side ? Shall I dare her prido? "
" O, go away ! " says Mary.
He takes the hint, and he takes a kiss,
With fears and inward quaking;
She does not take what he takes amiss,
Nor seem in an awful taking.
Sweet kisses he takes so loud and fast
That he takes her breath completely;
He takes her tight in his arms at last,
And still she takes it sweetly !
The heart of the boy is wild with joy;
He has won her his bird, his fairy ;
"I'll go right oil" for the ring to-night ! "
" O, go away I " says Mary,
Tho Belle or l'ralrle Place.
By J. A. Macon.
No uso talkin' 'bout do Big Bend gals,
Dat lib on do county line;
For Betsey Jane, Aim de Prairie Place,
Jes lcabcs 'em 'way belilne.
Oh! you neber could find sieh a likely 'ooman,
Ef you search out all creation ;
Sho beat eb'rything in do Flat Creek Quarters,
An' she clean out do Old Plantation.
She totes herself like a ilyin" squirrel,
And she cl.im out de niggers all aroun';
An' lor' how de jew dmps get orf de grass
AVhen .sho draps dern foots on de groun' ;
She's nice as a right mcller applo on the tree,
An sho look mighty pretty and snug;
Her mouf 's jes as sweet as do corncob stopper
Dat como out do Masses jug.
Bumble bee light on de red clover bloom ;
Possum eat 'simmons in de fall;
Itohin ketch de llshin' 'wum out in de liul",
An' in ule chaw his corn in do stall ;
Big hawk watch whar do litttlo chicken seratchin';
Spider look out for de fly ;
Nigger atnn still an' he bow an' he scrapo
AVhen ho see dat gal go by!
Calf come lopin' when de old cow call him,
'Possom-dorg run to de horn;
Gar' vine clam up de tall oak tree,
An' mornin'-glory wrop rotm' de corn;
Nigger turn 'roun' an' he como mighty quick
AVhen he hear dat pretty gal laugh,
An' she hang on his arm liko de vino on de treo
AVhen dey bofo go walkin' down do pall I
Her eyes gib light liko a fox-fire chunk,
Her teef all whito as de snow ; .
Niggers in do cotton patch keep lookin' back
When dey seo her como chopin out de row;
She gino to crowd do hands when de crab-grass
An' she kill all de weeds as sho go;
An' she kiver up do furrer wid a cloud o' dus',
AVhen she bus' dem clods wid her hoe.
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