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THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. 0., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 1382.
BY FIELD AND FLOOD.
An Interesting Postscript to Lieut.
Tho recital of tho adventures of Lieutenant
Newiin and his oompauions when escaping
from the hands of the reikis, and the hardships
endured by theui before reaching the Union
lines, touched a rcqMttisive chord in the hearts
of many an ex-soldier anions our readers, and
wo hava received a large uuiulwr of inquiries
as to tho ultimate f.do of his companions.
Lieutenant New in has furnished the sub
joined statement of his further knowledge on
the subject, which will answer Home of these
inquiries. We print a'so a letter from I B.
Smith, who was one of the survivors of that re
Tethe Editor Nation l Triiuxe:
As a conclusion : the sk-tehesof "Prison
Escape," wbi-h J no :i;s -m 1 in the columns
of The Nvjioai. Tiiiiu ne Ilia last few
weeks, an ?voui.t. dowiui.. as n arly as may
be, to hut In-came i fn-i men "Mposing the
pa:t may prov i"l rest if;. 1 nr of the
party an- jet at.'. i. or w.-ie. v-iy u" ntly.
Tne!, rl'n aie d .id. a r-tnli'f 1" tin- best
attai. :i!ii' i:.fn. r x t dale. 'Tin uV-t of
tlie p. n -. . .a the: -.e if m i;in it iu the es
cape, v. i. thirty four ythTN i!d. t e next old
est, tw :ity-M en i old: tin- iwo m -vi old
est were .:.!. r- - . t.v.ly, about t v. cu .--four
years: the ounp oi tin- pait.. mp! t d his
twenty-first jeai wl.i'e on the c-c.ipo. alont
February 23. 1S(!. and the sith w.i twcity
one years old. Tie r.i. - of the lour Mir ivors
are now fifty-two. tort y-five, thuty-nlnc, and
forty years respectively. The two blest and
two youngest of the pi.rty snr-. ive. We will
briefly account for each man, ae nrdim: to best
information at hand, in the ord r of his separ
ataafi from the party :
ROBERT O. TATLOB.
If jay memory is not at fault. Taylor was a
member of Company G, Second Massachusetts
volunteer cavalry. He was an Englishman by
birth, and enlisted at Boston only a few wecjts
after his arrival in the United States. Several
years of his life had been spent as a sailor. He
was wounded and captured at some jniint in
YM.:hia, in July, l.-(J3. The writer did not
le.i'i anything as to this wound until the
nuht f.i lor was left behind. The reason is
suii-red to be. that he thought the wound
would le urged as an objection to accompany
ing us, should an opportunity for escape pre
sent itself. Once ou the way there was no
occasion or necessity of mentioning the wound
before the disability caused by it became evi
dent. Taylor had the small-jox during his
imprisonment, and at the date of starting on
the escape he had aswted for some three or
four weeks at the hospital as a nurse. The last
actual personal knowh dge we have of Taylor is
of date February 26. 1SU, the night of said day.
From tho meagre information we have been
able to obtain, after writing many letters of
inquiry without eliciting any response, we are
led to the conclusion that Taylor perished at
the point where we left him or in the imme
diate vicinity. As favoring or affording some
basis for such conclusion, in addition to that
afforded by our own personal knowledge of the
facts, we copy the following letter. By a com
parison of its statements with those narrating
the details and circumstances of our separation
fr n Taylor it will appear that there are poiuts
of agreement as to time, as to distance and di
re t ". from Big Lick, and as to description of
tin u '.p. and the few articles found with him.
T..l I iter reads:
" Tori . xi foxr.. co., Mien.,
October '25, lticl.
"W R N::wi in -D,ar f-'ir : I have read
y. i . -k. the ' !N ape of six United States
I' lri.ia Iiii"e, Va.' I was on the ;
h ' - email rvM in the spring of 'G5. We
w i ' i'.:u' Lick in the last of March, burned
tl ! -t which you went under and went
al . ii sime route as you did, only in the
O ' way.
w u nv'cd at Henry Court House in the
fi : 'if April. Somewhere on tho road I
th !n ijmst have been in Frankford Frauk
linj county I left the command to look after
a better horse. 1 found a negro plowing in a
peach orchard; I saw he was plowing carefully
around a mound. I asked him if it wasany of his
folks buried there. He said, ' No, sir, the folks
thought he was an escaped prisoner trying to go
to the Union lines, died from fatigue and
exposure.' He was found some time early in tho
spring or late winter, a few miles from there,
a year before I saw the grave. He was a small
man and had with him an overcoat, blanket,
canteen, haversack, a watch, and some confed
erate slates money. Those who found him gave
the man his watch and money to bury him de
cently, and the man buried him on his own
land. I think the name of the man who buried
him was Way. He was found in the woods, not
far from the road, His canteen and haversack
" Very truly, James Arms,
"Late Serg't Co. G, Tenth Mich. Cav."
In another letter received from Mr. Arms in
reply io inquiries as to the locality of the.
grave, as to distance and direction fro'xn Big
Lick, ho says: "It was about twenty-five
or thirty miles south and a little east of Big
Lick and cast of the mountain." This infor
mation corresponds with our idea of the lo
cality of the place where we left Taylor,
though we went over tho route by night.
Mr. Arms went over it in day-time. Mr. Arms
lives in a county adjoining that in which Win.
Sutherland lives, the last named being ono of
tho party of five who were compelled to leave
Tayler behind. At my suggestion, Arms paid
Sutherland a visit, talked the matter overliv
ing particulars in full. After this visit Suther
land wrote to me, saying, in substance, that he
had no doubt but that " lone grave in tho old
jveach orchard" was Taylor's last resting-place-We
have long since come to the reluctant con
elusion that such was his sad fate. This last
spring one of tho "Narratives of Prison Es
cape" was presented by my wife to a lady in Fort
Scott, Kansas, Mrs. Rogers. After reading the
account of Taylor's misfortune, Mrs. Rogers,
who was raised in Virginia, and lived there
during the war, sent me word to write to Sir.
Edward Coles, of Charlottesville, Albemarle,
county, Virginia, for information as to a cer
tain man bho remembered by tho name of
"Yank," thinking "Yank" might provo to be
Taylor. I wrote to Mr. Coles twice, and in
reply to the second letter ho wroto as follows:
" Riciilaxd, June 7th, 18S2.
"Mr. W. IL NiiWLlN. Dear Sir: In reply
to your letter of the 1st inst., I will say that a
Northern soldier from the State of New York
by the name of Martin Grausberry dosced
that army, came South, and joined the South
ern army under the assumed name of 'Martin
Smith.' No one knew his name about here
until seme time after the war. He was called
and known throughout this vicinity as ' Yank.'
He married a Mi Craddock, who lived abouL
eight miles from hw.. He stayed here for
several years after his marriage, then went
buck North among his friends. He is now in
Colorado ; lieen living there four or flvo years.
I think this must be the man Mrs. Rogers has
hoard of. He was always called ' Yank.' 1
have never heard of any such person as Rob
ert G. Taylor. Hope this will prove satisfac
tory. " Yours, truly, " Edward Colls."
This letter disappoiuted tho only hopo or ex
pectation that was ever raised in eur minds that
Taylor might have survived his misfortunes
and be yet living. Ho was about twenty-four
years of ago at tho timo we left him. W. C.
Trinpe belonged tD Company E, Fifteenth
U. S. infantry, instead of 11, as printed. Ho is
still living, and in my next I will givo some
account of his adventures after we left him.
W. II. Nlwlin.
Danville, III., Oct. 2, 1882.
WOOD AND TRIPPE.
The Former Dead lint the Latter Still Wring
To tho Editor National Thtbune:
In resjioiise to the call for information in
onr issue of September 1Mb, relative to W.
. Trippe, Company E, Fifteenth United States
infantry, I am aide to report as follows: He is
Irving, and at the ago of fifty-two years is
puwiing the quiet avocation of a farmer, near
Columbus, Ohio. He was, as will be remem
bered, one of the party of prisoners escaping
through the mountains, valleys and forests of
Virginia, in the winter or early spring of INti.
While on this escnpo, on or about tho 4th day
of March, being pursued by a squad of confed
erate guards, Mr. Trippe was compelled to
ceae his pei-xiMent csforts to escape and take
to cover. His four comrades, without an op
portunity of counseling with or advising hi:n,
or being advised by him. without uttering any
parting words whatever, were likewise com
pelled to ab.r.id u him to his fate, and hurry
on their way. From that day to this, Trippo
has not seen any one of his four comrades;
neither had he heard from or of any one of
them until last November. In that month Mr.
Trippe wrote to me, taking me thoroughly by
surprise. As tho circumstances, though small,
leading step by step to the writing of that
letter, are somewhat interesting, they are hero
given in detail. Ever since separating at Cin
cinnati in the Spring of 1S(4, and since tho
war ended, Lucicn B. Smith, of tho Fourth
Michigan cavalry, and myself have kept track
of each other, exchanging letters at least once
a year. Each of us during these years, has
repeatedly writ ton and endeavored to ascertain
whether or not any of our comrades wero
living. We addressed our words of inquiry
for Taylor and Trippe, as well as for Wood and
Sutherland. Smith had lor years been under
the impression that Sutherland lived in Michi
gan, and iu tho vicinity of Lansing, either
west or northwest of that place; so he made
it an invariable rule to make inquiry for
Sutherland of any and everybody that hailed
from Lansing. But not until mid-summer
of the year of lfc'l wero any tidings of
Sutherland received. At that time Smith, at
his place of business, called to a stranger to
come aud get his change, and learned inci
dentally that the stranger was from Lansing.
The usual inquiries were made and the place
of residence and the post-otlice address of Suth
erland were ascertained. Letters were at onco
exchanged, and it was soon airrecd aud ar
ranged that Sutherland and myelf should
meet at the home of Smith, and pay lsim a
short visit. This agreement was carried out.
Mr. Sutherland and myself met on the morn
ing of August Kith, lssl, at the flourishing
village of Dundee, Monroe county, Michigan,
which is located twenty-two miles northwest
of Toledo, Ohio. At the conclusion of this
visit, August 0th, Smith and Sutherland were
to have accompanied me to Toledo but a
threatened storm prevented from which place
we intended tch graphing to four or lire
different points for tidings of Woodsupposiug
him to le alive and residing somewhere in
Ohio or western Pennsylvania. Neither of ui
thought it possible, much less prohablc, that
Trippe was alive. 1 came on home, and in the
course of a month or so, while at the office one
day, I chancel to pick up a volume of our
Adjutant-General's 111.) Reports, in which I dis
covered, or was rather reminded of what I al
ready knew, that each man enlisting in a
military company or organization was in some
way accounted for. This question at once arose
in my mind : Why have I not long ago written
to the Adjutant-General of Ohio, inquiring
about Wkh1? Immediately I addressed a note
to the Adjut.mt-iieneral at Columbus, asking
how John F. Wood, Company G, Twenty
sixth Ohio volunteers, was accounted for oii
his rolls. With this noto I enclosed a small
printed circular descriptive of the pamphlet
entitled " Narrative of Prison Escape," adding
that Wood was one of the party. Having fin
ished my note, I was on the point of sealing it,
when it occurred to me that Trippe had en
listed at Columbus, so I made a postscript to
my letter, which was about in these words:
" W. C. Trippe was also one of the party. He
enlisted at Columbus, in IHil, in tho Fif
teenth United States infantry, and must
have relatives liviug in or near Columbus."
The inquiry and postscript were sent, and in
about ten days I received a certificate, of which
the following is a true copy :
"To all whom it may concern: Staio of
Ohio, Adjutant -General's Office, Columbus,
Ohio, Nov. Hh, 18ril. Know yo that tho rec
ords of this office show that John F. Wood was
enrolled as a private in Company G, Twenty
sixth regiment Ohio volunteer infantry, on tho
23th day of June, 1S01, at Youngstowu, Ohio,
by Captain Rook, aud was mustered into tho
United State s service as such for the period of
three years, on the 25th day of July, 18il, at
Camp Chase, Ohio, by Capt. Stanberry, United
States Army Mustering Officer, and that he was
appointed corporal at the organization of the
company, promoted to sergeant September
12th, IbGL, and that he dial Juno 20th, looM,
of wouuds received in aetion.
Lsisal. "Samuel B. Smith,
"Adjutant-General of Ohio."
On reading the certificate, I must say I was
more saddened than surprised. It immediately
recalled to memory a visit I had mado to
Wood's company in the summer of 1665, while
on the Atlanta campaign. One afternoon in
June, within the week or ten days preceding
the assault at Konncsaw Mountain, aud while
on the skirmish line, I learned that the Twenty-sixth
Ohio volunteers wero tho next or
connecting regiment on the left of the Seventy
third Illinois volunteers. At my first oppor
tunity, which was not until sunset, 1 directed
my steps to company G, of the Twenty-sixth
Ohio, and at onco mado inquiry for John F.
Wood. The answer was : "Ho was wounded
about a week ago, and is buck at the hospital."
This was tho last information I over had rela
tive to Wood, until I received the above certifi
cate. At tho timo I addressed my inquiry to
his comrades he may have boon dying, if, in
deed, ho had not already passed away. So
much in response to my noto to the Adjutant
General of Ohio. Now for the postscript to
same, in less than three weeks from tho time
of receiving tho information as to Wood, I re
ceived a letter from Trippe, in substance as
"Novi:mhi:u 2olh, 1SS1.
" W. II. Newlin, Danville, Illinois.
"Deau Sin: Last week's paper brought news
of your inquiry for W. C. Trippe. 1 answer:
Hero ho is at present well as usual. The day
I fell behind your quartette, and hid success
fully from con feds, closed. Rested not watched
as evening came I attempted to overtake the
party. Failed to find you; passed confeds
several times ; attempted to enlist men for our
service; wu3 recaptured iu bo doing. After
several examinations was sent to Richmond;
was paroled about the first of September. Look
ing over that year, although recaptured three
times, I fared bettor than many a comrade.
Have followed my trade some years; have
been farming six years. Have a wife aud three
girls. Have never mado any inquiry for our
In a subsequent letter Mr. Trinpe says while
ho was yet hid, not far from tho spot whore wo
left him, the returning squad of disappointed
guards, our pursuers, halted and sat down on
the rocks to rent so near him that he could hear
their remarks, ono of which, in alluding to tho
earnestness and severity of the chase, was,
"they picked up their feet like Rocky Moun
tain goats." Mr. Trippo's term of service had
almost, if not entirely, expired at the time of
his being paroled in September, le.(M. Tho bat
tlo of Chickamauga the one in which he was
captured was the la.st engagement in which
Mr. Trippe participated. His experience as an
edcapiug prisoner, subsequent to March 4, li,
must be very interesting, as al-o his experience
after his recapture. 1 would bo glad to com
municate the facts of same for tho readers of
The TniiiUNE were 1 sufficiently well-informed.
Yours, very truly, W. II. Newlin.
Danville, 111., October 6th, 1862.
A Letter from Another Sarrkor.
To the Editor National TmnrxE:
In the issue of The Vytioxal Tuibuxb of
September Kith I saw an account, taken from a
pamphlet writ en by Lieutt nant Win. H. New
lin.of the escape of Union prisoners from Dan
ville, Va., four of whom r ache d the Union
lines at Ganicy Bridge. W. Va. As I am one of
tho six that started, and one of tho lour that
was fortunate enough to reach God's country,
I feci somewhat interested, and can vouch for
the truth of his narrative. Although he has
left out many important and interesting points,
as the book had to be written from memory,
aud Mr. Ncwlin could not be expected to re
member all of the incidents, he has written
nothing but the truth, aud not even tho whole
My last experience as prisoner was very dif
ferent from the first time I was captured, which
was in tho month of October, 1862, near Bowl
ing Green, Ky. Two battalions of my regi
ment, Fourth Michigan cavalry, were guarding
the ambulance train, and about four p. m. went
into camp, in a fine grove, back of which was a
largo corn-field, and back of the corn-field was
a very large piece of woods. Soon after going
into camp, I took an old sack and went after
corn to feed my horse. As there had been a
largo numlier of troops passing through that
section, the corn was nearly all picked for some
distance back. After going some fifty or sixty
rods back into the field I found corn aud began
to gather it. It was but a f vv moments, when
I saw two citizens, apparently, approaching
from towards the woods b,t:k of the corn-field.
I was not surprised, as they had baskets ou
their arms, and there were always more or less
of them around the camp selling cakes, pics,
chickens, sweet potatoes, etc., which the boys
bought iu large quantities, as Michigan R. 11.
money passed current. The two men ap
proached within a few feet of me, aud asked
if I wished to buy some pies, aud as I had
plenty of IJ. R. money I think I was as anxious
to buy as they were to sell. As I stepped up
to them to examine the contents of their bas
kets I was considerably surprised to hear the
click of two revolvers, which they pointed at
me, and told me to travel for the woods. I had
left my revolver in camp, and was entirely un
armed, but I think it made but little difference,
as I had no opportunity, even if I had had the
courage, of using weapons. They marched close
behind me with their revolvers in hand. We
passed into tho woods for nearly a half mile.,
where we came to Morgan's camp. I was taken
before that ofiicer, who question' d me for some
time about our camp, the number of men, our
arms, etc. I answered his questions readily
and truthfully, but at the same timo deceived
him somewhat. In giving the number of men,
I gave tho whole number, including the sick
and wounded, and as wo were guarding the
ambulance train, which contained the sick and
wounded from several commands, the number
was fur greater than tho number of able-bodied
General Morgan did not understand, and I
did not take the trouble to explain the condi
tion of the men ; he suppo .d our force to brt
much stronger than it ically was. His com
mand captured four of our men tho same even
ing, and they all told nearly tho same story,
which I think led him to believe our force too
strong for him to cope with ; at least wo were
After questioning me to his satisfaction, I
was paroled and allowed to return to camp,
having been absent only about two hours. My
report, corroborated by tho other men who
were captured and returned the same evening,
considerably alarmed the lieutenant -colonel
commanding. The pickets were doubled and
other precautions taken, but we wero undis
turbed. L. B. Smith,
4th Michigan cavalry.
Dundee, Mien., Sept. 25.
A Pla for the Battle-Flags.
From Vte Kansas City Journal.
Tho captured battle-flags, having for years
been on exhibition in. the Winder building,
near tho War Department, are being packed
away in boxes, as the space they occupied is
required for other purposes. This storage
means final obliteration, and not so long a time
will accomplish what rats, mice and roaches
failed to do. In the name of the noble list of
martyrs who fell to save and capture these
relies, may not some other disposition ho mado
of them? An elbow friend suggests that tho
Union flags bo returned to tho organizations
(if they exist) who lost them in reverses of
battle; and tho rebel trophies to their regi
mental organizations. Wo say, no! Did any
nation in human history give back the colors
around which the rebels rallied? God forbid!
If we haven't room in tho Museum buildings
in Washington, just givo tho Grand Army of
tho Republic a chance to erect ono especially
for their reception and for a National Mecca,
whoro Grand Encampments may annually con
veno at the National Capital under their own
fruit-tree; where tho muster-roll growing
greatly less every year may he called; and as
tho feeblo echo of the past comes down the cor
ridors of time from that muster-roll responded
to in heaven, these precious souvenirs may
stand in glass cases living witnesses of a great
and glorious struggle for perpetuation of the freo
Republic to remind us that there wore patriots
in those days.
Take them up tenderly, handle with care,
In tatters ho slenderly, in shreds they lay thore,
In tears ami blood steeped,
With woo and sorrow heaped.
Let not other teeth than the well-guarded
tooth of timo ever deface their precious folds.
Wo might say from the widow's soul they are
part of us, dear abovo all else.
From Hie JfarrMoion JifrnW.
Tho board of army officers appointed io select
a magazino gun have reported in favor of three
distinct types of guns. Why a magazine should
want a gun is not stated, hut wo suspect that
the editors of late have beuu so terribly bored
by poets calling in person with their produc
tions, that a club and a cross dog will no longer
go right to tho spot. When each magazino is
supplied with an improved gun, there is going
to bo a decrease in tho number of "darned lit
ernry follows" in this country.
OUR YOUNG FOLKS.
Old Mordecai's Cockerel, and Its
J7y Sargent Flint.
"Grand old trees," said Mamma, "a flnoview
from tho piazji, and pleasant inside."
" I see no fault," said Papa.
"Except that hideous little houeo at the foot
of the garden,'' said Aunt Amy.
"And that horrible old man, sitting all dny
close up to our fence," said Bob.
" Roth his legs is shorter than tho other," said
" He sits on his own land," said Papa.
"And ho minds his own business," said
" Nevertheless, ho is a very Mordocai at our
back gate," said Aunt Amy.
Rut the summer went, and, despite tho hide
ous little house at the foot of the garden, aud
the old man smoking his pipe so near the fence,
everybody had seemed quite merry. Tho
grand old trees wero bare now, and a great,
melancholy pile of leaves in the garden was
all that was left of their glory. Aunt Amy
wished the pile had been a little higher, that
it might have hidden old Mordeeai's house.
" I like Old Mortify," said Lucy; " he hands
me my kitten when she runs away." She had
grown used to seeing the old man walking
from side to side, on his poor old rheumatic
legs, and felt kindly toward him. She bad
smiled firt at his little grand-daughter, and
then asked her if she were Mortify's little girl.
"What you moan?" said the child.
"Are you his little girl?" asked Lucy.
"He is my grandpa; I am Sadie."
Lucy handed some white roses through tho
fence, and Sadie handed back n plum. To bo
sure, the plum was very hard, and Lucy could
not tat it ; but she believed it was the best her
little neighbor had, and always spoko to her
Now, the weather had becomo so cold that
Mordeeai no longer sat by the fence, or walked
in bis little garden; and Lucy had not seen
Sadie for a long time.
in a week it would bo Thanksgiving. The
sky was gray aud cold, and tho tall trees
waved their bare branches to keep warm until
the show should come to cover them.
" Everything looks awfully homesick," said
Bob, standing at tho window. "This is tho
meanest place I ever saw."
At that moment a loud, defiant crow fell
upon his cars.
"That's old Mordeeai's cockerel," ho said,
"Yes," said Lucy; "Icansoo him down at
the pile of leaves."
" I told him never to crow on our sido of the
fence," said Bob.
" You may laugh, but you just seo if ho crows
on our side again, Lucy Jackson."
Once again the cockerel crowed, loudly and
triumphantly. Onco moro Lucy laughed. Bob
went out, and Lucy saw the cockerel scratch
ing the leaves. Then she saw Bob creeping
toward him with a bow and arrow. She
laughed again, for she considererl Bob a very
poor shot. Aunt Amy had often said that if
no one but Bob cared for archery, a target
would last forever.
Mordeeai's cockerel seemed to bo of the samo
opinion, for he stopped a moment to turn his
eye toward the young archer, then began to
scratch asrain more diligently than before.
Lucy did not see the arrow fly from the bow,
but she saw Bob flying to the stable with the
cockerel in his arms. Sho was so much ex
cited that she ran out at once, liare-headcd, to
find Bob just drawing out the arrow from the
poor fowl's breast.
"Oh, Bob!" sho whispered, "that will hurt
" Do you 'sioso ho likes it! that way?" said
"Oh, Bob!" sho continued, "I didn't beliovo
you could ever hit anything."
" Nor I, either."
She turned away her head while he drew out
the arrow. The cockerel flapped his wings a
little, then closed his eyes aud lay quite still.
" He's going to die," whispered Lucy.
"That's just like a girl! Why don't you
help a fellow out?"
" I will do anything you want mo to, Bob."
"A girl ought to know moro about such
things than a boy."
" I know it," sighed Lucy. " I'm trying to
think, but all I can remember is arsenicum
and Jamaica ginger. Ho hasn't sneezed, so I
don't beliovo it's arsenicum ho needs. Shall I
go for somo ginger?"
" Do you think it would do any good ?"
" He opened ono eyo ; maybe, if ho had some
ginger, ho could open both."
" Well, go get it ; wo can try it."
And Lucy went for tho ginger.
"Hopo you staid long ouough," said Bob,
when sho appeared at tho atablOidoor with a
cup in her baud.
"That mean cook would'fc givo mo the sugar,
and I hurried, so I spilled tho ginger in tho
closet. How is ho?"
"Ho keeps on breathing, but ho doesn't
Bob took tho cup, mid gnvo tho cockerel a
spoonful of tho ginger. Tho bird staggered to
his feet and flapped his wings. Lucy thought
surely ho meant to crow again on their sido of
the fence, but tho next instant ho lay motion
less before tbom.
"He's gone!" said Bob, solomnly.
"I wish wo had tried tho arsenicum," said
Lucy, sadly. "What will Old Mortify say?"
"I guess I shall bo Old Mortify, if Tapa finds
it out. How strong this ginger smells ! how
much did yon put in?"
" Fivo spoonfuls. I thought ho was so awful
sick ho ougdt to have a lot."
" Five spoonfuls! Then you killed him."
"Oh, Bob, don't say that!" sho cried.
"What would Sadie say to mo?" And sho
lifted tho bird's head tendorly, but it fell hack
again upon tho stable-floor. Old Mordeeai's
cockerel would never crow again on either sido
of tho fence. Little Lucy stood shivering, with
tears in her eyes.
" Run in tho houso," said Bob.
"What shall you do?"
"I am going to hide him under tho leaves.
And, mind you, it's my placo to tell of it, and
" But you are going to toll, Bob?"
" You run in, and wait and see."
Sho went in aud stood by the window, and
saw him come carelessly out of tho stable and
walk about the garden, then return with the
dead cock and cover him hastily with leaves.
When ho came in, ho said : " Don't stand
staring at that pile of leaves. It's done, and
can't be helped. Nothing but an old rooster,
anyway! No business crowing on our sido of
tho fence. I gave him fair warning."
"But ho didn't understand, Bob."
" Well, he does now," said Bob.
That night, after tho children had gone to
bed, the old man came up to inquire if any one
had seen his cockerel.
Aunt Amy went up to ask Bob.
"Yes," said that yoifng gentleman; "tell
him I saw him on tho wrong sido of the fence
about four o'clock."
As tho days wcut by, littlo Lucy felt more I
and moro uneasy, as she thought of what lay
under the leaves. She had seen Sadie out, and
had heard her call and call for the poor cockerel
that never camo. Still she had kept quiet,
waiting for Bob to speak.
The day boforo Thanksgiving she sat alone
in tho library. Her mother and Aunt Amy
had gone to the city to meet her grandmother,
and Lucy felt a little lonely. Bob saw her as
he passed tho door, and stepped in, saying:
" Wha is the matter with you, Lucy? Why
can't you brighten up? You've had tho dole
ful dumps for a week."
" Oh, Bob ! " she answered", " why don't you
tell about that cockerel? It worries mo aw
fully." Ho glanced around at all the doors, then
came savagely up to his sister and took her
roughly by the arm. "I suppose," he whis
pered almost fiercely, " you mean that old
rooster under tho leaves. Now, never say an
other word to me about it. You have twitted
She looked very much astonished, as she had
never referred to it in any way before. A
mightier voice than littlo Lucy's had been call
ing to him ever sinco ho hid the bird uuder
She saw that his conscience troubled him,
and gained courage. " If you would only tell
Mamma, she would tell you what to do. Oh,
Bob! I can't walk on that side of tho garden
for fear I shall see Sadie. Sho came out yes
terday, and looked over our fence, and I heard
her call tho cockerel several times."
Bob looked down into Lucy's faco and
wished he had not taken hold of her quite so
roughly. He went back to the kitchen and got
a largo bunch of raisins and gave them to her,
with a pat on tho head, which she understood
very well. " Too bad," he declared, " that you
can't go out to-day."
After ho had gono, she took up tho raisins,
when, happening to look out of tho window,
sho saw Sadio looking over the fence. "I will
give hor my raisins," thought Lucy.
Tho cook rapped sharply as sho passed the
kitchen window, for sho knew Lucy ought not
to go out.
"Don't givo mo all," said Sadie, as Lucy
passed tho great bunch through the fonce.
"To-morrow wo shall havo a whole box
full," said Lucy.
"Wo can't find our rooster," said Sadie.
" Grandpa sold all but him ; wo kept him for
Thanksgiving. I don't seo how ho got out of
tho coop. Wo can't havo any Thanksgiving
" Too bad ! " said little Lucy, very faintly.
"Grandpa's looked everywhere for him, till
ho tired himself out, and got rheumatism
dreadful. Ho thinks some of tho neighbors
have killed him."
Lucy turned a little palo, and said she had a
very bad cold and must go in.
Sadie would havo been surprised had she
looked out a few minutes later, for she would
havo seen Lucy running towards the provision
"Anything wrong, Miss Lucy?" said tho
red-cheeked boy who drove tho wagon.
Sho went in timidly, and when she stood
closo by his side, sho whispered, "How much
do you ask for roosters?"
"A hen wouldn't do?" ho asked, laughing.
" No," she said, with a sigh, as she compared
in her mind tho proud strut of Mordeeai's
cockerel with tho walk of any hen she had over
met. ' No, I want a rooster."
" What's it for ? " he said confidentially.
" For Thanksgiving."
" I just took two fine gobblers up."
"It's for for somebody else's Thanksgiving."
"Oho! Why not get a small turkey? Just
Why had sho not thought of it before ! Per
haps that would help Mordeeai to forgive them.
(Sho had begun to blame herself with Boh, for
had sho not prepared tho fatal ganger? )
The red-cheeked boy held up a plump little
" Is that a dollar?" she asked.
"That's heavier than I thought," ho said,
after he had thrown it into the scales. " That
will cost, all told, let mo see, one dollar
She began feeling about her neck, as if sho
kept her money concealed somewhere about
her jugular veins, and the tears canie to her
The red-cheeked hoy became again confiden
tial. "Come, now," ho said, iu a low tone, "how
much do wo want to pay ? What is just tho
little sum we wero thinking of when wo came
" I havo only one dollar," answorcd Lucy,
with hor hand still guarding a jugular.
"A dollar is quito enough to pay for a small,
nico, plump littlo turkey, if tho right per30u
cornea for it."
Lucy hoped sho was the right porson. "If
you please," sho said, as he showed her anothor
turkoy, tho smallest one she nad over seen,
" aro you suro it's a turkoy ? I don't want a
" My word for it, Miss Lucy, yesterday after
noon that fowl said ' Gobble.' Shall 1 send it
to your house ? "
" If you would do him up so ho would look
like a dross, I would be very much obliged to
While ho was gone, sho again put hor hand
to ho ueck and took oft a small gold chain ; at
tached to this was a gold dollar. She had worn
it sinco sho was a baby; her fingers seemed
unwilling to take it oil". Hor littlo head said,
"Take it off!" and hor littlo heart said, "Oh,
When tho boy camo back with tho turkey,
looking as much like a dress ns u provision man
could make it, tho small coin still remained
firmly attached to tho chain.
"If you please, will you undo this?" said
Ho looked at it o moment, without taking it
in his hands, and said, " Why don't you charge
it, Miss Lucy?"
"Oh, no, no," she said hastily; "Papa is not
to pay for this. I must pay for it mysolf."
"1 understand; you don't want your good
works talked about either, Miss Lucy. But I'
don't want to take this."
" Come, come," said his emploj'cr from the
other sido of tho storo ; " fly around there ! "
The boy hurriedly unfastened the dollar, and
said: "You may havo It back any time, Miss
Sho took tho turkoy in her arms and wont out.
Wlion sho had walked a few stops she stopped
suddenly and turned aud went back. The boy
was just getting into the wagou. She pulled
his coat, and, as he turned, said timidly: "You
aro so kind, will you tell mo how to spell 'Mor
deeai ?' Not Mortify, but Mordeeai."
" It's a joke," ho said, grinning.
"Oh, no!" groaned poor Lucy.
" Mordeeai," he said, pausing, with ono foot
on the wheel: "M-o-r Mor d-y Mordy
She thanked him and hurried homo.
When Bob camo in, sho pullod him into a
corner and whispered: "I havo bought a littlo
turkey, tho littlest one you ever saw, but a suro
turkey, for Mordeeai ! Run out, beforo you
take off your coat, for it's iu tho stable, in the
oat-box; and will you tako it to Mordeeai's
houso? Go qnick, beforo it gets dark."
He turned toward her with an angry gesture.
"Oh, Bob! Sadio can't have any Thanks
giving, because wo killed tho rooster, aud I
knew you would bo sorry."
He mado no reply, but ran with great haste
to tho stable. Ho soon found the bundle aud
brought it to tho littlo window, whuu he saw
there w.as a little letter, pinned with several
pins, on tho outside. The afternoon light was
fast fading, and it was with some difficulty ho
read the note, of which this is a copy:
"Dear Mister Mordyki Bob and me killed
your rioter pleas tako this. Lucy."
"The good, generous little thing!" muttered
Bob, gazing solemnly at the brown bundle,
which was supposed to resemble dry goods. " I
wonder where in timo she got the money!
And to say she killed it, or had anything to do
with killing it! Oh, I hope she wont grow up
and be one of those good kind of folk3 that
never have any fun and give all their money
away. Where in the world did she get to i
money?" He folded the noto carefully and
put it in His pocket. "I never felt meaner," Lo
thought, aa he seized the turkey, with no gentla
hand, and ran to Mordeeai's house.
Tho old man sat at the front window, an 1
Bob thought he looked a little sour as the gu'o
opened ; but he came to the door as fast as I
could hobble, for fear Mrs. Mordeeai might a
there fl rst. Bob held out the turkey and sa i 1
"I shot your rooster, sir. My little si-t.
thought you were saving him forThanksgivi. .',
and sho sent you this turkey."
"So you killed my cockerel, did yo?" sa' 1
tho old man ; "a mighty fine cockerel he was ' "
Ho punched with his thumb the turkey tl.-b
he could not see, as if ho wondered if it could
possibly bo as fine as the cockerel.
"I had no idea I should hit him," said BoS.
" I am a most awful shot, sir. Would you rath, r
have a live rooster?"
"N-no," said old Mordeeai. "Though ny
wife misses his crowing in the morning om r
slept overy morning sinco ho went."
"We should have killed him for Thanks,
giving," said M.-s. Mordocai, a tired-look.
little woman, who looked as if she co..: I
oversleep, in spite of all tho warnings tl
might be sounded. " A turkey, father, is be r
than a cockerel ; and so we havo lost nothing '
" You don't liko to feel that your neigh !..rs
is standin' round armed, ready to destroy y. .
property, do you, eh ? "
" No, but I liko to know that, if they d
happen to destroy it, they stand ready to p.i.
moro than it's worth."
" Yer allays did liko young folks," said M- r
decai, dryly, and hobbled back to the frox.t
" You are a good boy," said his wife. "Don't
mind him; he'll speak better of you behind
" 'Twas Lucy sent it; I only killed the cock
erel," said Bob, turning away.
" I havo carried the turkey down," he sH I
to Lucy on his return. " ow, tell me whei
you got tho money."
" I had to take my gold dollar." Lucy cou'i
not keep the tears from filling her eyes.
" Whew ! " he said, " the ono on your chain ? "
" Born with it on, weren't you ? "
"I don't 'member when I got it," said she, a
little more- cheerfully. "Don't go out agio,
Bob," as ho started suddenly toward thed. r,
and sho saw him run across tho garden w.
his skate-bag uuder his arm.
"Hang tho old rooster!'! he said, as ' -
passed tho little house and saw old Morel. .
sitting at the window. " It's going to coot u. -a
pretty sum. I wont do it ! It's good enou.
for her, to go spend that dollar. Just like a u i :
I hope he wont tako them. Hai g Mordee.ii
Still ho walked on rapidly until he cam.- t
Johnny Bang's house. "Hope he's gone aw l
he said, as ho pulled the bell, which was
swered by young John himself, whoso ,
brightened as he saw the skate-bag; but
waiteel for Bob to speak.
" You said last night you would give me tw -
and a half; say three and they're yours," sa I
" Do you suppose I made a half dollar in l, v
sleep?" said Johnny, with a grin.
" Can you give me three ? "
" No, I can't."
" Jerry will ; I came to you first, because yr-i
made tho first offer. I must have three or
" You come in and sit down, and 111 see if I
can work Mother up to it."
Johnny's mother proved a person eas'Ty
" worked up,"' for in a few minutes he return...
with threo crisp bills in this hand.
" I told her they cost five dollars, and ym
had had them only two weeks; was tLt
" Yes," said Bob, " that's straight."
" She asked me if you had a right to se'l
them without asking your father, and I to l
her you had bought them yourself with y."v
own money that you saved ; was that straight ' '
" Yes," said Bob, his mouth twitching a little,
" that's straight."
He took tho skates from tho bag and handed
them to his friend.
"Wont throw in tho bag?" said Johnnv.
"Oh, I'll throw in tho whole family," sai I
Bob, sarcastically, as he lefE tho house.
The first call he made was on tho red-cheeked
boy at the provision store ; then he went to tho
After supper, when littlo Lucy was sittir
with her father, talking about ThanksgiviuK,
ho came in, looking rather tired, and gave h r
a tiny box. Sho opened it and found first a
note, which said to her:
" Deae Lucy : You did the square thinz bv
mo and I wont forget it. Hang the3e on juur
chain in remembrauco of Old Mordeeai's roos
And under some pink cotton lay her own
littlo dollar, and beside it a small gold cocken I,
as proud-looking as Old Mordeeai's before Bob's
unlucky shot. St. Nicholas.
I From the Laramie Boomerang.
A fat man from Now York engaged a lower
berth in a Pullman sleeper last ovening, and
after ho had retired he raised tho curtain of
his window nnd gloated in the cool moon
light, and the fresh, puro nir that camo in at
tho partially opened casement. Ho was a gre Jt
stickler for thorough ventilation, and tho
thought that ho was getting a glorious draught
of heaven's puro air made him happy. Finally,
bathed in tho magnificent moonlight, ho sank
to sleep. In tho morning he awoke to find
that tho window was double, and that only olo
of thorn was open. Asido from the man who
got up in tho dark and kicked four panes of
glass out of a bcok-case in order to got more
air, ami wont to bod happy, I do not know of a
sadder caso of misplaced confidence.
The leaves are falling, falling slow,
The autumn skies havo lost their glow,
And leaden cloud banks, benellnglow,
Abovo the baro woods frown.
A grayish mist half shrouds the face
Of scraggy hill, ami lends a Kraeo
To yon Hat mends, which bear tho tmco
Of plow upon their brown.
Amidst the clanking, slim beech boughs
A biting wind oft weirdly souths;
Down in the lane a few sheep browao
On tufts of withered grass.
And, ns the pnlo light fainter grows,
A cow, in scanty pasture, lows;
"Whilst, well-nigh chokeel with dead leaves, flows
The brook, once clear as glass.
Yet close-packcel stand tho foelder-rows,
And men the well-filled garners close
Against the flocks of thieving crows
That in the tree tops swarm.
And in the farm-houso nil is cheer;
There wintry omens bring no fear;
Tho blazing hearth-logs gayly fleer
At tlir..nt nfcooiintr storm.
Philadelphia Evening Bulletin