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THE NATIONAL TRIBUNE: WASHINGTON, D. C, THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 13, 1SS3.
And How He Came to Engage a New
By Hdcn imtncft ,CJarfc.
" Dear me, dear inc," quoth Mr. Cyrus Poly
pod, as he leaned back iu his bachelor chair, in
front of the bright wood-lire. " Here's another
year gone around. I'm thirty-five; all alone
in tho world; nobody to give a New Year's gift
to, or receive one from.
Ho stopped, with a sigh. There had been
one dream in his life; but when Leah Maver
ick married, tho dream went. Ho never had
" Evan Mrs. Flint has gone out," ho resumed,
half peevishly. Mr.. Flint was his house
keeper. " There's not a soul to tiilk to. Hark 1
what was that'.' A knock at the door at nine
o'clock at nijtht. Vhat can it iucsu ? There's
nobody at homo, so I must go myself. Confound
.As ho spoke, Mr. Polypod aro?e, crossly, and
wrapping his dressing-gown around him, took
the lamp in his hand, anil went to the door.
lie opened it and louki d out, but saw no one.
The night was a dark one, however, and to
make sure, he took a step forward to peer out.
" Hello," he cried, as his foot came iu con
tact with something on the floor of the porch.
"What's this? A New Year's present?" and
he picked up a large package, or bundle.
" Bless my heart," ho cried, almost dropping
it again, "it's a baby!"
And so it was; a live, laughing, rollicking,
year-old baby, that kicked up its heels, grabbed
at his whiskers, and laughed in his face.
" Bless me, bless me," quoth Cyrus, stagger
ing into tho sitting-room with his unwelcome
burden. " What on earth will Mrs. Flint say,
when she comes home?" And a cold sweat
broke out on hL forehead, at the bare idea.
" She she niusn't sec it,'' he declared, to
iimselt But what to do with it?
"I might carry it to somebody else's door
and leave it," he thought, meditatively. " But
then, somebody might catch me at it, and
that would look worse yet. And I can't lock
it up in the pantry or the cellar ; it would be suro
to squall. But I must do something with it,
for Mrs. Flint will certainly be here before ten
o'clock." And the poor man racked his brain,
and wrinkled his forehead, in a desperate en
deavor to solve the difficulty.
'I know what I'll do," he said, at last, with
the calmness of despair. " I'll take it up to
my room. Mrs. Flint won't find it there. And
to-morrow, at peep of day, I'll put it in the
big market-basket, and carry it somewhere;
to tho hospital, or the poor-house; or, I'll lake
the first train to St. Louis nobody knows me
there and leave it at the Police Station.
Probably it's been kidnapped, anyway. But
I'll take it to my room now. Stop, though:
it may get hungry; badiesare always wanting
mush and milk, or something. But I can't
carry everything at once,' so I'll take the the
baby up and lock it in my room, and come
down again for the refreshments."
Mr. Polypod evidently labored under a vague
suspicion that the little castaway might get
out if the door was not locked, and might fol
low him downstaire.
With the light in one hand, and tho baby
held gingerly in the other, he ptoceeded cau
tiously upstairs, and deposited the little inno
cent in bed.
Somehow, it looked so sweet and rosy, with
its dimpled cheeks and blue eyes blue was Mr.
Polj'pod's favorite color for eyes that our
bachelor could not resist the temptation of
kissing the tiny mouth, though he colored
guiltily at it.
Carefully locking tho door, he crept stealth
ily down stairs, feeling more like a burglar
than the master of his own house. Finding
the coast clear, he proceeded to tho pantry,
whence he presently emerged with a plate of
cold mush and a good-sized pitcher of milk.
He was congratulating himBelf on the suc
cess of the issue of his foraging expedition,
when the dining room door flew open, and lib
stood covered with confusion, like a detected,
culprit- for there was jdrs.EllVit- . 3-
" Sakes alive, how you mrtled me. Mr. Poly
podj I thought it was a burglar," she cried.
Tha .shrill voice rasped every nerve in Mr.
Polyped'a kdy. But he kept on his way in
"Ahem! I was a little hungry, and
"Hnngry? Bat why on airth didn't yon
get sou doughnuts, or pie, instead of that
coW wtish ? Let mio get some fur ye now."
"2?o no I ain't hungry not for dough
nut. Ifs tko colic I mean dyspepsia," and
the unfortunate man fisd up stairs as rapidly
as posdbte, leaving his landlady staring aff&r
him, wondering ir he really had taken to drink
at last. " For I never heerd him complain of
dyspttpsy before," ehe commented, shaking her
lir. Folypod. reached his room iu a state bor
dering on distraction.
"I wonder if she suspects anything," ho
muttered.- "She looked so queer. Suppweshc
kJiould come up to bring me the dow;rhnufc, after
all." And the poor man's hair almost stood on
end with teiror. But gradually his fmrs sub
sided, as no high heels were heard clicking up
the stairs; and so he ones more gave his atten
tion to the baby.
It had dropped asleep now, with one chubby
fist crammed into its rosy mouth ; and some
how, in spttc of the trouble it had caused him,
Mr. Polypod caught himself half wishing that
the little stranger belonged to hiai.
In the meantime, Mrs. Fiint had seated her
self before the fire, to give her feet a good
" T wanted to speak to Mr. Polypod partik'lcr,
to-night," she soliloquized; "but he acted so
oncommou quare, I clean forgot it. I s'posa
it'll do jost as well to-morrow. Bnt I wanted
it off my mind, fur I kind o" hale to toll him
I'm a-goiu' to marry Deacon Bcllpepper in six
weeks. He'll hev trouble a-gittin' a house
keeper. I've porter thought Mr. Polypod had
a kind o' nankeriu' after me himself, and I
wouldn't be surprised if he should pop the
question any time, like the Deacon did to
night, a-coniin' home from meetin'. So I
hotter tell him at once. I miht a-took him, if
Jic'd a-askd me first; though since Deacon
Bollpopper's been Icokin' this way, it's differ
ent; lur he'e a pro&.jsaor and a stlddy church
goer, and Mr. Polypod ain't marcy'on us! if
tlmr ain't a rap on the door. Who kin be
a-coniin' at this time o'nightV
And in lier turn, Mrs. Flint took up the
lamp, hurried through the hall, and opened
No baby this time! But a gentlemanly
looking young man, with blonde mustache and
imperial, and a slender woman, robed in deep
black, clasping his arm. She was a pretty
woman, with a ripe, mature beauty, more at
tractive than that of extreme youth. Her
complexion was still bright aud unfadod. and
the chestnut-gold of her hair shaded a brow as
fair aud low as Clytie's.
Mrs. Flint Avas surprised, but hospitable.
" Good-evenin' walk in. Who might you
be a-lookin' for?" she enquired, gazing from
one to the other. "Granger Squire Granger?
Bless your heart, why Squire Granger's folks
moved away over In Turkey Bottom, nigh
outo three mouths ago. Its sis miles from
The young man seemed thunderstruck.
"Good heavens, what a Ax," he muttered,
vory much annoyed.
But the lady looked bewildered.
"What do alio mean. Lenox, and where is
my liaLyf she cried anxiously.
" Be still," whispered the young man. " It's
nil a mistake, of course. Baby's all right.
Wowkl yon be kind enough to bring the child,
ma'am," hp asked, turning to tho housokoopur
with a prsu:tsive smile.
But Mrs. Flint stared back at him in round
eyed astonish ment.
" What on airtfa do you mean?" she demanded.
"Theie ain't no child here-nO. a one."
" Lenox, oh Ijeriov. what hnvr you done with
my baby wtere is he?" crkd the mother, fran
tically. " You told umj you left him with father
Granger. Whore is he, Lenox?"
"I'll soon find out only be calm," pleaded
Lonox. "But the troth is, 1 told you a little
fib about seeing lather. I was iu such a hurry
to gut back to uu that I didn't want to stop
and explain the Rtaation, and o baby was
asleep, and 1 just laid him on the porch, and
knocked on the door. Thin 1 hid behind a
cedar-trw, and when a tall gpuilcinau opened
the door aud took him iu, I thought it was
father, of ooarsc"
. " Oh, Lenox," sobbed the woman.
"As you had written them you were ootniug,
I thought of course they would know it was one
of my foolish jokes," added Lenox, peni
tently. " But my baby my baby," cried the mother,
" Now look-a-hcre, ma'am, don't you take on
so," urged Mrs. Flint, sympathizingly. " Come
right into the sittin'-room, and warm yourself,
and I'll find out what's becomo o' that baby."
And leading tho way, she stirred up the fire
and slipped quietly upstairs.
In the meantime, baby had waked up and
displayed an alarming tendency to cry.
Mr. Polypod was trotting it per&cvcriugly on
his knee, and dangling his gold watch and
chain before its blinking eyes; when suddenly
he was startled by a sharp knock on the door.
" Thunder," he' gasped, starting up a3 if ho
had been shot through the back.
"Mr. Polypod," cried a shrill voice; and
Cyrus felt that his doom had come, and that
the sword was about to fall.
"What who is it?" ho gasped, faintly.
"Why, it's mc, of course. I want to speak
to you," was tho sharp reply.
"But I I'm in bed," fibbed the doomed man,
"S'pose you air! Can't you get up and
"I I'm sick I don't feel well. That's tho
truth, anyhow," ho muttered to himself ; "for
I never felt worse in mylife."
"Sick? Nonsense," declared tho house
keeper, energetically rattling away at the
door-knob. "You ain't no sickcr'n I be. If
you'd a' lost your baby, now, you might talk."
"Baby!" stammered the guilty man. "But
I I havn't got any baby."
." Well, who said you had? Of course, an old
bachelor 1 ike you wouldn't hov one," snapped tho
widow, losing all patience. " There's a"
Before she could utter another word, a cry
the loud, long, unmistakable cry of a child
'Smote her cars, coming directly from Mr. Poly
"Sakes alive, ho has got it, suro enough,"
cried the housekeeper.
Suddenly tho door opened, and Mr. Polypod
appeared, with a very red face, holding the
baby in his arms.
"I I founditonthedoor-step," hccxplaincd,
sheepishly. "And if you'll only take it, and
do something with it, I'll I'll"
'" Found it on tho door-step? Who'll believe
that? Huuiph, give it to mc," cried the widow,
striving to hide her amusement.
With the words, she took the baby, and
tripped downstairs with it. Cyrus was now
"How on earth did she find out about it,"
he said to himself. "And what is she going
to do with it, I wonder?" And ho followed
The happy mother was hugging her restored
treasure to her breast, the chestnut-gold of her
hair looking scarcely less bright than baby's.
Mr. Polypod gazed, transfixed with astonish
ment. Was he dreaming? Or was that could it
be she? He pinched himself, to see if he was
awake. Then, as tho golden head was lifted,
and he caught a glimpse of the fair face, he j
"Leah!" he said. "Leah!"
The blue eyes were raised to his with a
startled look, 'then dropped shyly under the
! golden hushes.
. T - ... , it i
les, .Lieanr' sne answercu, nor cneexs
growing pink as a mountain daisy. "Leah
Granger; but a widow now; aud this," turn
ing to Lenox, "is my brother-in-law, Mr.
Mr. Polypod insisted upon keeping his guests j
over night; aud in the morning drove them
himself over to "Turkey Bottom."
"Sakes alive," cried Grandma Granger.
"And so you didn't get our .letter, a-tellin'
you we was a-goin' to move over here? And
to think of Lenox a-playin' off sech a prank as
that? He'd ought to hev had his ears boxed
"Well, you see," explained Lenox, "Leah
was determined to come last night, as she
thought you would be expecting her. It was
nine o'clock when we got to the station, and
! there was no conveyance to be had ; so we had
to foot it. or stay on the platform all night; for,
as you know, there isn't a single habitation
there. Well, wo reached the creek, but Leah
could not walk the plank, and I could not well
carry her and the baby both. So I took him
on, intending to leavo him with you, whilo I
went back for her. Then it struck me that the
orcck might rise and carry the plank away
bef re 1 got back, and so "
But the rest of tho explanation has already
Mr. Polypod stayed to eat dinner at tho
Granger farm-house, and before he left Turkey
Bottom he had another housekeeper engaged
to take Mrs. Flint's place; for his old sweet
heart had promised to becomo liis wife.
"I'll have somebody to talk to now," ho said.
"That baby was a New-Year's gift, after all,
even if it did give me a lot of trouble."
And Mr. Polypod never found occasion to
change his opinion, even when other golden
heads had clustered about him.
THE HUE AND CRY.
Another Collection of Newspaper Attacks on
Onposcd to Slore Tension Bills.
From the Chicago Time.
The Senator?, Representatives and the Executive
will do well to bwir in mind that the people have
liad enough pension bills'. To pass another may
make trouble. There was not much complaint
about bills for the improvement of rivers and liar
Ixrs for Fevernl yeur-.i. People generally know
that they were frauds, but they were not very lorgo
or very apparent frauds. The time came, how
ever, when nil were convinced that a sulllcicntsum
liad been squandered on rivers thnt existed only in
name und on harbors that had never been visited
by a ship. The tax-payers expressed their opinion
of the matter at tho last election. Several memlers
of Congress discovered that their constituents were
thoroughly in earnest in regard to this form of
robbery. The people have had enough of plunder
ing pension bills. Congressmen who vote for an
other will perlmjs cliarc the fate of those who
voted for the last river and harbor bill.
(live Uh the Names.
From the Bristol (X. I.) Phanix.
It is well known that our present list embraces a
large proportion of pensioners who are annually
defrauding the Government, and bringing disgrace
ujkiii the honest soldier who merits tho substantial
recognition of the country. In this and in every
community there are ctscs of pensioners who are no
more entitled to a pension than the smallest school
boy who runs in the street. All eorts of frauds are
perpetrated upon the Pension Bureau which would
1k promptly brought to light were the names of the
pensioner published iu full. The plea of delicacy
Lb simply ridiculous.
Should HaTc Been Left to the States.
From the K. Y. Sun.
Let Congress enact that all claims not presented
prior to this enactment bhall be payable only from
date of filing the declaration, o.onc will be in
jured, for all acts passed since the war are not in
the nature of contracts, but are charitable grants.
The old claims were u matter of right and law.
If for nothing else than to destroy the monstrous
power growing out of the increased importance of
the Pension Bureau, this step ought to be taken.
It is n pity the whole business of pensions had not
been left to the States, where it belongs.
From the Iltttland (Vt.) Herald.
If this equalization act p.iascs, wo shall then have
an act of fpeeinl bounty to those who were in rebel
prisons, mid the door will be again opened wide to
lmud. No government on earth can stand the end
less drain ot debt thnt we shall impose on ourselves
and our children, if wc do not stop short in this
lwunty business. The JCation will be lly blown by
a smtrm of claim agents and sucked to death by
THE OTHER SIDE.
A Nebraska Paper's Vigorous Iteply to Attacks ou
Let Scheming Politicians Tlensrel
.From the Osceola (Xcb.) Record.
Admitting that there are occasional frauds per
pelmUMl, is titnt just cause why the ex-soldier of
lliu .Nation should be constantly insulted and mis
i epritrtjntod by every varlet who liappcus to own
or control u printing press?
The fact i3, the Xation owes to its soldiers every
dollar it p-iya, and more. Gratitudu will never
bankrupt tiio American Republic.
The reason why the soldiers are just now made tho
senpegonta iixmii which overy political vulturo
hopes to unload his political sins is partly because,
like too muny others, the soldier 1ms forgotten his
former nlicgiunce, has not " voted as he shot," has
supposed that tho issues of tho wur were dead,
(when, iiihteud, they only Mmulutcd sleep,) and has
been in too ifreat liiiMe to clasp hands with his old
time treacherous enemies.
Iet scheming politicians beware. When they
count uikhi the soldier vote 115 hopelessly divided,
wbcu they think that, Dcliidi like, they have shorn
the locks of Smiifou'n strength, they may suddenly
tweke to Hod, especially 111 tho great Notthwest,
that Ihey have reckoned without their host, and
the noWiend will become a solid phulaux, ntur
sltalhd Kui, strengthened by the sous they havo
reared, to inarch to a peaceful victory ut the polls,
to the discomfiture of the ingmtes whose chief
Tho firaml Army's Title to Respect.
From the Kcw Haven Daily Union.
The Grand Aimy of the Republic, as shown by
tho reporta of tho Stalo Kueanipnients now being
held, is increasing rapidly all over the country, and
tho increase during the year ending next Juno
promises to be enormous. " The Springfield Repub
lican gives the reason for this in the following: "On
casual thought it might seem strange thnt the G rand
Army of the State should show growth nearly n
score of years after tho close of the war in which its
members sawservice; but theroare reason" enough
why this should bo so. Each year adds to fie
honor in which the veterans are held by the peo
ple, and it is only natural that the soldiers should
more generally unite in this formal organization as
the years recede. More and more will the fact of ser
vice 'for the Union become a distinction in which
men may properly glory. The Grand Army of
tho Republic has proved its freedom from politi
cal complications and its title to popular respect
and the support of our veteran citizen-soldiery."
FACING THE FOE.
Our Veterans Keep Up the Fire on their Slan
derers. "SInco the war Thavc been taking the Cincin
nati Enquirer, and thought, or tried to think, it was
a good paper, bnt tho last number, which contains
an attack on pensioners, has soured on me." X.L-.
Frilts, Rainsborough, Ohio.
"I was a subscriber to tho Cincinnati Commercial
up to last month, but when it came out squarely
against the soldier I dropped it, and have since
been doing all I can to counteract its opinions."
T. D. Sheridan, Coal Works, Ohio.
"I would as soon think of hoisting a rebel flng as
allow one of those newspapers which arc slander
ing oui ex-soldiers to enter my house. Stand by
The Tnini'N'i:, comrades. It will defend you against
these scribblers and tricksters." F. M. Woodward,
"While the Copperhead journals are howling for
the publication of tho pension list. I would suggest
thnt This Tninrsn publish a list of all papers that
oppose legislation in the interest of our ex-soldiers,
and that every veteran paste it in his scrap-book
for handy reference." II. J. Peck, New Haven,
" I asked a soldier the other day to subscribe for
Tin: Tiunrxi:. but he said he could get the Xew
York Sun for the same price. I told him it was one
of the soldier's bitterest enemies, und he replied
that if that was so, he thought he would subscribe
for The Tninui: when hi3 year was up." Charles
Irons, Cassville, X. J.
" Double-shot your guns with grape and canister.
Gh'e those snivelling curs, those self-appointed
watch-dogs over the United States Treasury, who
are so anxious for a fat job of printing at the Gov
ernment's expense, to understand that there nre
thoe who do not bow at the beck and call of capi
tal." M. B., Red Cloud, Neb.
"When such papers as the New York Sun, St.
Louis G'ahe-Dcmocral. and others of equal promi
nence begin to assail the men who risked their
lives to save the country, .simply because they
claim their just rights, I say it is high time that
our old soldiers called a halt, and withdrew their
support from them." David II. Myers, ICuobsville,
" I am n cripple, and it frequently happens that
while riding in the street-cars people rudely jostle
mc and then abuse mc with some such remark as,
why don't you take your feet out of the way. Nat
urally it makes me indignant, but what right havo
we to expect more consideration from the people,
when we arc denounced by the press as pension
frauds?" C. E. Blackwell, Brooklyn, N. Y.
"I applied for a pension five years ago and have
just received an order from the Commissioner to
reuort for examination. I'erhnns I would be con
sidered a fraud by the newspapers whose opinions '
you publish m Tirrc Tiunrxn. because 1 uu not ap
ply sooner for a pension, but I will reply by saying
that when 1 returned from the war I owned prop
erty the rent of which was sufficient to support me
without any aid from the Government. Since then
I have been cheated out of my property." S. W.
Davis, Central Bridge, N. Y.
"I would like to nsk the edito'rsof the Sun, Brat
tlebopo' liefonner, and other Democratic papers, if
they have ever seen a loved father and idolized
brother a boy only seventeen stait for the front,
and if they have heard a mother's agonized prayer
for her boy's safe return? She reads the news of
the battle of Ball's Bluff and finds his name among
those of the missing. Then comes the word that
he is a prisoner at Salisbury, N. C. Seven long,
dreary months after his capture he returns to
her not the happy boy, but a broken down man.
To-day he is not able to work, and too proud to
subject himself to slurs by asking a pension."
This Soldier's Sister, Iloosick Falls, N. Y.
"I have fifty-two members in my Post, and I think
only six have ever asked for a pension. I want
vnii In alinw tin llif fnlhiwinir cftsn : G. W. Moore.
Past Adjutant of this Post, enlisted in company 15, !
Sixty-ninth Ohio, September 5, 1ST.1, as lirst bcr
gcant of his company. He was captured at Chicka
mnusra. and for eighteen months suffered nil the
horrors of Belle Isle, Andersonyillc, Florence, Dan-J
vine, .vc wncn no was insuic prisoner no was in
line of promotion; when released he was still scr..
geant; the second pcrgcant, wno naa the good
fortune of not being taken prisoner, was n captain,
the position Moore would hae undoubtedly had.
Comrade Mooro )ias never asked for a pension. I
could mention ninny just such cases; yet these
cowardly editors deride and vilify the brave men
who suffered nil nnd lost all that this country should
live." G. A. Nicholctts, P. C, Vicksburg Post, 72,
An Kx-Soldler's DcfenRo of Grant.
To the Editor Natioxal Tr.moxK :
In your issue of tho 23th ult. I sec a great many
trying to slur the illustrious patriot and soldier,
General Grant. I would most respectfully invite
them to n. second rending of the text from which
they so bitterly prcacli. I was a veteran soldier
and am proud of it. I voted for the great and good
Lincoln, and for every president that has been
elected since, and have as few regrets for having
voted for Grant as any of them, and am proud of
that,' too. I fall to see nnything in General Grant's
remarks on the 5 10 bill that any honest pensioner
can object to. I fail to sec where he casts any slur
on his old soldiers. Ho but speaks tho truth thnt
which is just and right. Taking these criticisms all
iu all, I think they fall very flat, and arc the out
croppings of indiscretion, bad taste, nnd will bo
of no good to the old soldier. I am not copper
head enough t& join in with tho traitors of this
country in vilifying and abusing the very man who
laid the plans that so successfully knocked the last
prop out from under the rebellion, and the great
est man living to-day upon all God's inhabitable
earth. Why did not somo of General Grant's
critics crawl to tho top of that ladder when they
had equal chances to do so? It is n misrepresenta
tion of tho facts to ay that General Grant looks
down on or plurred the old soldiers in the article
referred to. Having been a private soldier I know
how to sympathize with the common soldiers who
left, comfortable homes and endured the hardships
and privations of camp-life, and offered their lives
a bleeding sacrifice upon the alter of their country,
that this Nation might be ono and inseparable, nnd
for the perpetuation of American freedom nnd
Amorionn institution. I would love to see every
poldicr who deservea a pension liave it. I Iielievo
It to lie right for this Nation to honor its defenders
bv legislation nnd otherwise, but I don't believe it
right, or the part of wisdom, for the old soldiers to
denounce audi men as General Grant simply be
cause he, in his judgment, mw fit and proper, as
the President of the United States, to veto tho
equalization of bounties bill. I am still for Grant,
and in tho words of that good old hymn, "Shall bo
till I die. I. II. Axton.
What They Think of Beck at Home.
To flic Editor National Tribune:
The enclosed paragraph from 'the Philadelphia
Press is too good to bo lost, so please give the ben
efit of it to your readers:
"Senator Beck's prominence in the tarifT debate
Is said to be part of a concerted movement by his
Kentucky friends to bring him to tho front as a
Presidential candidate next year."
His nrominence in the bitter attacks on Union
soldiers, and his mean and heartless denunciations i
of the pension business, will bring to tho front
enough boys in blue to bury him so deep that in
1SSG he will be able to take another trip to Canada.
In speaking of the cruelty of Beck, (I came near
saying Wirz,) let me say : A gentleman who resides
near Lexington, Kentucky, nnd who was an officer
iu the Confederate army, in writing to a friend in
this city, says : "Although I am a Democrat, nnd
was an officer in tho Confederate nrmy for four
years, I am glad to say the nttneks of Beck on you
soldiers finds no place in our hearts; neither do wo
approve of any such course; for had we been suc
cessful, we would havo been pensioned tho same as
you soldiers arc being pensioned, and you can bet
your earthly existence wo would not have allowed
Beck or any other man to libel us as he has you
Northern men who bore tho brunt of thu fight. We
respect the men who bravely stood before us ahd
took our fire, nnd have no sympathy for a man who
talked loud and much when trouble was brewing,
nnd who, when the fight opened, left us in the
lurch and skipped over the border." That is the
kind of talk we might expect to hear from a brave
Confederate boldier. Justice.
An Amendment to Senator Beck's Bill.
"I would offer the following amendment to the
bill introduced by Senator Beck in regard to post
ing the names of pensioners :
''And he it further enacted, That under each nnme
shall be given n full and accurate account of nil the
dangers and privations said pensioner or claim
ant underwent, together with a full history of his
many weary marches through mud und sleet, and
his many cold and sleepless nights on picket, as
well as the number of times he breasted the leaden
hail, together with an estimate of about how much
our country would be worth nt the present, ilato
were it not for the services rendered by him and
such as he." William 11. Roy, Marquette, Neb.
Uncle Sam's Xary.
In a communication published in tho Army
and Xary Journal, Commander J. B. Coghlan,
U. S.N., states that the consultations of eminent
naval and other surgeons, respecting his
rheumatic a,ttack, failed to afTord him tho
slightest relief. By advice of Dr. Hoylo ho
used St. Jacobs Oil, which wrought a complete
and, as he says, wonderful cure. John Carr
Moody, Esq., lawyer at Vallejo, Cal., was like
wise cured of a severe joint trouble.
business seems to be to cover the name of '
sioner" with shnmc.
Aim VATTMn FfU IO oriyinai of the petition of the Continental Con
l ) Ml I I I N T h An I Ss t0 thc King, endorsed by its presiding
uuu 1UUUU 1ULUU,I officer. Hnnrv Middleton. aud marked as hav
The Snow-Ball Jury and its Stern
By TTiUiam O. Stoddard.
" Boys ! Boys ! Come on ! Hero's somo fun !"
" What's a-going on V What is it?"
Tho shouts were excited and long-drawn,
and so was tho answer :
" Thc girls are pelting Bill Henderson 'cause
he sassed tho school-ma'am. Como 0-0-on !"
They were coming, for school had not been
out three minutes, and none of them had gone
far from it. Thcro had been trouble in thc
littlo school-house of late, and Bill Henderson
had beou at tho bottom of a good deal of it.
It was not altogether because he was so very
bad a boy, but ho felt it a littlo hard to be as
big as he was, and to be bullied for his blun
ders by so very small a woman as the school
trustees had chosen for a teacher that winter.
It might havo been different if there had been
any boy a little taller to set him a good examplo,
but all the tallboys in tho district were attend
ing school at the Academy. Tims Bill was left
to settle his difficulties in his own way, and ho
had not yet been able to sottle them at all, for
littlo Miss Varick refused to have mercy on
his mistakes of any kind. What madcitworso
was that she told him, three or four times a
day, thnt she was his best friend, and wanted
to help make a man of him.
Bill could havo stood a great many things
better than ho could that, for ho felt that he
was quite near enough to being a man to bo
sent to thc Academy.
There were other boys in tho District School,
butnoncof them were largo enough to inter
fere much with Bill, and he had his own way
agood deal in any out-of-door matters. Thcro
were not even any large girls, but thcro was a
perfect swarm of small ones, and Miss Varick
had somehow persuaded them all that she had
como among them as a sort of guardian angel.
That was why thcro was such a suddon sil
ence along tho lower benches, and such a buzz
after it that afternoon, when Bill Henderson
"I won't spell it again!"
"You won't, William? Did you say 'I won't?'
Sp611 it again, sir."
" I won't. I don't moan to let any woman
"Spell it, sir!"
Bill held down his head sulkily, but he did
notf open his lips again in reply to Mis3 Var
ick's further romarks, of which thcro wero
many, except at tho end of them, when he again
"I won't be kept after school, neither not
by any woman."
Ho had not been looking at the rows of little
faces on those bunches, and if he had it would
not have occurred to him how many little
women were sitting there, not one of them
comparing iu point of size with even little Miss
Particularly he had failed to see the look of
wrath in the black eyes of Polly Burbank, and
he had no notion of what made her buzz around
so among thc other girls the moment Miss Var
ick struck tho small brass tea-bell on her desk,
and said :
"School is dismissed. I will see William
Henderson again about this half an hour before
school opens to-morrow morning."
There was a sound of something to come in
the clear tones of the sch,ool-ina'am's voice, and
Bill's head was still hanging a littlo when he
slouched out of the door, and began to trudge
along tho road toward home.
" Xow, girls, let's pelt him."
It was Polly Burbank's shrill treble that he
heard saying that, and she liad a snow-ball
ready-made to show what she meant. It Avas
not a very big or hard one, but it hit him just
under the left ear, and Kate Sullivan followed
it? with another thatwent into his neck. At
any other time he might have set to work and
snow-balled back again, but he knew somehow
that Miss Varick was watching the fun from
tho window, and thatshe beam Polly Burbank
shout again: " Pelt him, girls. Ho said she was
nothing but a woman,"
That was tho crimo he had committed, and
ho felt meaner and meaner about itwith every
small globe of packed snow that hit him.
"Pelt him, Polly! Pelt him, girls! We'll
Bill hardly cared what boy it was that said
that; but he knew they were coming back, and
following along to see fair play, and that they
would all bo against him if he dared rebel too
savagely against his small tormentors. They
grew worse and worse as he walked faster nnd
faster, and ho w:i3 thinking whether or not it
would-pay to run, when who should drive along
but Mrs. Dillaway, the minister's wife, in her
old red cutter, with old Miss Burns beside
"Girls! girls!" exclaimed Mrs. Dillaway,
"what aro you all about?"
"Yes," said Miss Burns, " what on yearth aro
they up to?"
"Pelting Bill Henderson," shouted Polly
Burbank, " because lie sassed the school ma'am.
Said he wouldn't mind a woman."
"ire did, did he?"
"Ho wouldn't, would he?"
Bill lifted his head, and was just about to say
something, when a small girl with very red
hair throw a big ball of half-packed snow with
so good an aim that his mouth was too full of it
for a word to come out.
"Drive on, Mrs. Dillaway," said Miss Burns.
" Let 'em make an awful examplo of him. It's
high time scch talk was put an end to. Noth
ing but a woman ! " I declaro ! "
If Bill had run just then, it would have
looked as if ho were trying to" catch a rido
on that very cutter, aud ho could not bear
tho thought of that. He walked as fast as he
knew how, but so did all tho other boys, and by
common consent not ono of them threw so
much as an ounce of snow at him. They left
all that to the girls; but they could not help
packing a few fir3t-rato snow-balls, and hand
ing them around, like so many ready-made
cartridges iu time of war.
Polly Burbank was everywhere, all around
her victim, and so was Kate Sullivan, and bo
was thc littlo girl with the very red hair ; but
some of tho others were beginning to get tired,
and drop off toward their own homos, when
Bill drew near tho gate of his father's house!
Ho had been walking somewhat more slowly
for the last few rods, and had looked up now
and then as if he wanted to know if there wa3
any one in that front yard.
The girls had done tho same, but thcro had
been no ono visible until just as Bill reached
the gate, and Polly shouted :
" Give him one more pelt, girls ! "
She was barely ten years' old herself, but tho
tall, Boman-noscd woman who came suddenly
out on the door-step was four times that at least,
and the youngest of three shorter ladies who
followed her was nearly twenty.
" What does it all mean? William, my son,
what's the matter?"
William had no answer in a good shape to
give, but there were four or live eager voices
quite ready to explain the matter, and then ho
almost wished ho had gone in tho opposjto di
rection when ho left the school-house". His
mother and his two aunts and his sister not
ono of thorn but took tho words right out of
Polly Burbank's mouth, and said th'em all over,
with a good many more like them.
"Pelted homo from school by all the girls ! "
exclaimed Mrs. Henderson at last, with a very
red face. " Como right in here, William. I'm
a woman myself. We'll seo about this. Go
home, girls, all of you."
" Mother," said his sister, " we'd all better go
to tho school-houso with William to-morrow
" Of course wo will," said both his aunts in a
breath ; but they could hear PoUy Burbank
say to little Kate Henderson.
"Did you hear that? Guess he'diatherbe
pelted, don't you?"
"Guess he would; but we've done all we
could for him."
So they had, and that was tho last rebellion
of the kind that took place during all tho time
Miss Varick taught in that district. Harper's
Some Curloin Manuscripts.
From thc A'ew York Sun.
The collection of papers relating to Benjamin
Franklin which Henry Stevens has been mak
ing for many years in London, and which has
been purchased by tho United States, is said
by a correspondent of the Cincinnati Commer-cial-Gazctte
to be invaluable. Somo of tho
manuscripts wore found in a tailor's shop,
whero they had remained seventeen years.
Ono was cut into a pattern for a sleeve, and an
other was crossed with tho figures of a cus
tomer's measurements. The papers havo been
carefully mounted, and bound in sixty vol
umes. Tho most curious aud valuablo is tho
ing passed through Franklin's hands oa Octo
ber 26, 1774. Another gem is the earliest auto
graph of Franklin, thc manuscript of his "Ar
ticles of Belief and Acts of Keligion." dated
172H. There is a letter by Franklin to Cad
walladar Colden, earnestly advising him to
marry, and giving many reasons why a man is
likely to become worthless and unhappy unless
ho is a husband. Moral and other consider
ations aro mingled in tho most amusing way.
An argument is even made- in favor of marry
ing old women " they aro so grateful."
WHERE FAMINE STALKED.
The Strugglo for Existence In Southern Prison
To tho Editor Natioxal TmncxK:
I was captured near Guntown, Miss., tho 10th day
of June, WVt. nnd was initiated into the horrors of
Andersonviilo ten days thereafter. When I entered
Andersonvilie I wa- one of tho strongest and most
vigorous of our soldiers. I had never known ft
sick day in my past life, nnd my average weight
was 190 pounds. When I came out I weighed but
90 pounds, und my line constitution waa broken
and ruined. Since then and down to the present
day I have not seen a single well day. It was un
doubtedly the design of those in authority nt Ander
sonviilo to leave nothing undone that would tend
to propagate diseases in those forms which insure
death by a slow, lingering and agonizing process.
The more wretchedness, suffering nnd misery they
could cause in the ranks of tho prisoners the moro
their vindlctivcness was gratified. I well remem
ber one poor fellow who was wasted to a mere skel
eton by a long and painful disease, when ut Inst he
was unnble to longer move around, he retired to
his burrow in the ground, and without hat, coator
vest lay down there, and in his miserable louse-infested
kennel resigned himself to die. Being un
able to partake of one morsel of the coarse and un
wholesome food diyilt out to the prisoners, ho wel
comed death as the means of ending forever his
miserable existence. But death wju slow to nn
bwer the .summons. And thus he lay day after day
in 11 scmi-comatosc condition, too weak to move
either hand or foot, while tho lice, Hies nnd mus
quitors could be seen crawling from his nostrils,
Ins curs and his mouth. Each morning for many
days his comrades would go to his burrow expect
ing to find that death had closed tho scene; but on
their near approach, his stcrtorious breathing
would announce to them that life was still there.
It was not till after thc vermin had actually eaten
into his flesh, creating great sores whero innumera
ble maggots found n burrow, did his spirit take its
flight. The amount of human suffering endured
in thnt prison-pen can be fully realized only by
those who have hail a personal residence there dur
ing the period of which I write. One of your corre
spondents has referred to that squad of prisoners
who were taken from Andcrsonville to Lake City,
Florida, in the spring of 11, and turned loose the
last of April to seek our lines by way of Jackson
ville. I belonged to the squad of which Comrade
Vawter speaks. How well I remember my gaunt
nnd feeble nppcarance and the tottering steps with
which I plodded on my way to the Union lines
along thc railroad. Often I wn3 obliged to sit down
and rest, and I was afraid my strength would not
hold out. But under tho stimulus of freedom I
succeeded at last in reaching the lines. On my
arrival, a sympathizing soldier at once gave me a
cup of black coffee nnd n loaf of white breadj I
believe that moment was the happiest in my whole
life. I soon obtained new clothing and shed my
filthy nnd densely populated rags. With Comrade
Vawter, I ca gay from that day to this I have never
seen anything- that looked like a prisoner of war.
The Trice of Liberty at AndcrsonTille.
To thc Editor National Tntntrsn:
In a former letter I gave a faint outline of my ex
perience in Andcrsonville prison. Looking back
now, it seems miraculous that any human being
could endure what I did for five months and survive
it. Though starved to a suite of emaciation, my
teeth on thc point of falling out, my feet so swollen
1 could scarcely stand, I never despaired. Twice
liberty seemed a certainty, only to prove a mirage;
but I remained hopeful nnd always on the alert,
watching for an opportunity to get away. The
long-looked for opportunity finally came in an un
expected manner. Wandering around camp I met
a cousin, Leonard Parish, of the Sixteenth or Seven
teenth Iowa (I forget which), who had not been in
long, and while conversing with him on the situa
tion I noticed he still retained his watch; I asked
him if he would give it for liberty. He answered:
" Gladly." I told him that we could both get ofT for
that watch. He handed it to me, saying: " Go and
try." I hobbled away to find the sergennt. Find
ing him easy to trade with, I demanded the liberty
of three men for the watch. "All right," said he,
" if enough d Yankees who are booked for to
morrow's exchange die to-night, I'll pass you and
your friends in their stead." Ah ! how certain tho
vacancies; but alas, for the brave lioys whose ears
would be deaf to to-morrow's call to the freedom
they had longed and prayed for! At the appointed
hour Parish, myself, and an Illinois boy (I forget
his name) found ourselves, with hundreds of oth
ers, on our way for Savannah, nnd tho next day the
glorious old Stars-and Stripes floated above us, and
wo felt that we had been through tho "valley and
shadow of death." I have forgotten the exact date of
our release, but It occurred sometime between the
10th and 20th of December, ISGL
Though tho "frost3 and blooms" of eighteen
years lio " between now and then." the horrors of
Andersonviilo, Savannah, and Milen have never
been nbsent from my mind a single day. In tho
silent wood or crowded street, unconscious of sur
roundings, I hear again the hollow groan of tho
dying comrade; with dry eyes and a dull heart
ache, I listen onee more to his babble of homo and
mother till his voice is hushed in death. Again, I
hear tho crack of the cruel imi3kct, which told us
that some poor boy, crazed by the fever-fire in his
cins, has sought and found rest across tho "dead
line." I see gaunt shadows of men, eaten with ul
cere, tormented by vermin, and enduring in an
aggravated form every species of evil, that the Re
public might live. Yes, these arc the sights and
sounds that will haunt mo whilo memory lives.
NOT ItOsS, Mo. JA3IE3 M. BtKK.
TT10 Soldier's Bainbow of Promise.
To the Editor. ICatioal Tkibuxb:
I recall a conversation I once had with a soldier
who had been a prisoner for some montlis during
the late war. He recounted many incidents of his
prison Ufo which impressed me deeply and aroused
my greatest sympathy. But there was one which
made a vivid and lasthyr Impression on my mind.
It was told with a mingling of pathos and joy, an
idea of which even, I cannot hope to convey in cold
written words. After telling of the deceptions
practiced upon the prisoners by their guards say
ing that they were about to be exchanged, when in
fact, as it afterwards appeared, they were only
being moved from one prison to nnother, he said
they were finally taken aboard a steamer in a river
the name of which I have forgotten. He then con
tinued as nearly as I can remember, as follows :
"We had been deceived so often that wo did not
believe them when they told us we were going to
be exchanged. Still there was a fuint hope that it
might be true. As we turned n bend in the river
there lay, to our great surprise, one of our gun
boats with the Stnra and Stripes waving- and droop
ing over the bow, almost, if not quite, touching
tho water, and seemingly welcoming" or beckoning
us onward. My own sensations and thoso of my
fellow prisoners too, no doubt, were strange nnd
indescribable. We did not give vent to our great
joy in cheers or words, but stood silent, tremb
ling and with streaming eyes, looking at the flng,
and then nt one another, as if to say, is it real or
only a dream ? Lips moved, but nobody spoko. I
never knew till then how much I loved that sym
bol. Oh, it was a beautiful eight, nnd how many
memories and hopes and scenes clustered around
it I" Ta: CiiAEBEnAY.
Sasta Barbara, Cal.
Life nt Cnh.Tuoa Prison.
To the Editor National Tribuxe:
I was for six montlis an inmatb of the prison at
Cahawba, Ala., and I remember that during a
freshet in the Alabama River we were compelled
to stand waist-deep in the water for four days and
nights. Many of us did not get a morsel of food
during the whole time, aud afterwards we were
put on lialf rations for four days longer, because
some of tho prisoners liad attempted to escape.
The rebel authorities thought they could starve us
into revealing thc names of the leaders of the plot,
and they were partially successful, for somo ono
did turn informer, and those who had token part in
the conspiracy were at once removed to n dungeon.
Our sufferings at Cahawba were much the sonic as
those experienced by prisoners in other pens. Tho
nights wero cold, and our feet were frequently
frost-bitten. After our release misfortune seemed
to follow us, for we were put aboard tho unlucky
Sultana, which blew up above Memphis. Those of
us who survived the explosion were picked up tho
next morning by the steamboats nnd taken back to
Memphis, where wo remained until the arrival of
Ebkxezek, Texx. v . J. Byerbt.
Tho Flag In the Skies.
To tho Editor National Tribuxe:
I have read with great interest Free Lance's nnd
Little Red Cap's accounts of prison life nt Ander
sonviilo. They both refer to many events of which
I was an eye-witness, but there arc several very
interesting incidents they fail to speak of. I ask my
comrades of that prison if they recollect seeing, ono
day, the glorious old Stars and Stripes in the sky
just a little to the south of the prison, and how our
poor fellows did cheer I Wo told the rebs that they
had been defeated, and the rainbow was the sign of
a glorious victory for the Union arms. Another
little incident also occurs to me, and that was find
ing a spider-web fast to an old tent early one morn
ing, before tho sun had begun to shine. It was of as
pretty a red, white, nnd blue as I ever saw, and how
our starving boys did shout when they once more
beheld thc glorious emblems of liberty.
Tyler Co., W. Va. Isaac N. Sottoh.
Tough Times at Salisbury.
To tho Editor National Tribune:
I noticed in a late number of The Trtbune an
inquiry as to how the prisoners fared at Salisbury,
N. C I have two prison diaries in my possession
one kept by J. "V . Steigclman and the other by
J. W. King and I will quote some of their state
ments : On October 6, lbfi-1, when they went into
Salisbury prison it contained nine thousand eight
hundred" prisoners, nd out of that number livo
thousand three hundred tiled up to February 22,
lsO-j. I also notice they had a very cold winter at
tluit place. Sleet and snow were quite frequent.
On December 9, 1S&1, nt ten a. m., it began to hail
and snow, and the storm continued the next morn
ing. Four inches of snow fell. Ou November 25,
1501, tho prisoners made an attempt to break out of
prison. The rebs fired fivo rounite of grape nnd
canister and killed twelve nnd wwimtai for ty-ft vo
prisoners. The latter killed five and wottndt-d
eleven rebels. The outbreak erented quite iwi ex
citement at tho time nnd brought va from tha sur
rounding country old iu"'n nnd young boys with
all sorts'of guns to defend the plftee.
SUIRE3IAN:TOWX, Pa. ISAIAH STEIGELMAN.
A Reminiscence of Tyler Prlsoa.
To the Editor National Tribune:
I was for thirteen months a wounded prisoner of
war in tho Southwest. Tyler. Tax. During that
timo I once succeeded in waking my op", but
was recaptured by bloodhounds. As puui-ih-incut,
I was thrown into an underground cell. ith
twenty-niue other recaptured prisoners. Thecfii
was only sixteen feet sqimre, and our sufferings
were indescribable, pent up hs we were in th -t
horrible hole. When I whs taken out. on tbeirth
of May, to be sent home, I w as so weak thatleoutd
West Liberty, Ia. Ciias. D. Gibson.
How Wc Treated Itcbil Prisoners.
"As there has been a call for tho 'other side'
that is to say, experience of relel prisonors In
Union prisons I venture to toll you what 1 know
about it. I was on detached service nt Camp Doug
lass, Chicago, for some fifteen mouths during tha
war, and at one time seven thousand reln-ls,
chiefly from Arkansas, were confined there. Dur
ing the winter of 0U-'3 they camcln so rapidly that
the camp was not in a condition to receive them,
nnd for a few Iuys there whs somo ! of life by
cold weather, but thf Government soon furnished
thpin with proper clothing and blankets, stoves for
tficir quarters, and plenty nt woou and coal, and
they were made just as comfortable as their guards.
Their rations wero fully as good 88 thote issued to
our own soldiers. They received thrce-quartfers of
a pound of pork or twenty ounces of leef. ono
pound of hard bread or twenty-two ounces of soft
bread, three and a half ounces of sugar, two and a
half ounces of coffee, and were permitted in addi
tion to draw corn-meal and moltuwes, luxuries
which wero denied to our own soldiers. No re
striction was placed upon their movements within
the limits of the camp, and no punishment was in
flicted, except for attempts to escape." R.T. Slack,
"In your issue of January 4th, I noticed an In
quiry as to the treatment of Confederate prisoners.
I can speak for one prison at least, Fort Delaware.
The quarters in which the prisoner wero confined
were as good as the barracks of the Union soldiers,
nnd they drew the same rations and received tho
eatne treatment when sick. In fact, they bad Gov
ernment hospital accommodations, and when they
were in need of new clothing- could draw from tho
Government stores." It. L. B. Hill, Baden, Pa.
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think that so many of our veterans would ever bo
insight of the stars and strfpes first floated by Gen.
Fremont so many years ago." S. G. Parker, Colo
rado Springs, Colo.
"I herewith send you my third list of subscribers,
making twenty-threo in all. "Who whould havo
thought in 'Gl or '62 that we should ever have need
of a champion ? But I hope the time is not far dis
tant when loyalty and bravery will be appreciated
and honored by the whole country." Jotlauu H.
Orr, New Haven, Conn.
"Enclosed please find S5 for five new subscribers,
making thirty-eight in all that I have sent you. but
I am not done yet. I have enlisted for the war, as
I did In 'CI. You may depend upon your old com
rades,to keep tho ammunition train well supplied
with shot and shell." George C. Jenkins, Wash
ington Court House, Ohio.
"I am a little girl twelve years old. Slypapa
takes your paper, and wo like it very much, so I
thought I would get you some subscribers. I am
very much interested myself in your stories for tho
young folks. I enclose tho money for three new
subscribers, and sliall try to get some more for
you." Alice Evans, Nashville, Mich.
"I enclose S3 for three new subscribers to The
Tribune. I am a feeblo old woman in my sixty
seventh year. I hope you will be successful in
your efforts in behnlf of our soldiers and their
widows who lost their beloved in the cruel war,
which deprived me, among others, of a precious
sou." Eother B. Jones, Plymouth, Pa.
"I take pleasure in sending you five new sub
scribers, all members of Rollins Post, No. 26, of this
place. There are a good many old veterans hi tliis
vicinity and you may look for more recruits soon.
SVe have a number of subscribers to The Tribune
in our Post, and all concede it to be the best sol
dier's paper published." William H. Conover, Elk
"Enclosed please find SI for a new subscriber to
The Tribune. This is a sick man's work. A ,
friend called to see me, nnd as he wished to take
somo paper, I asked him to subscribe for The
Tribune und help us old soldiers along. He is not
a soldier himself, but he handed over a dollar and
told mo to send for the paper." Geo. W. Gregg-,
"Enclosed please find the name of another sub
scriber, making five tliat I have sent you since I
raised my club of twenty-three. This is how I get
subscribers: After I have read The Tribune I hand
my copy to some fellow-soldier, and the next week
send him another copy. Tliat generally fetches
him. Then if he has not a dollar I lend him ono,
and tho thing is done." John H. Brown, Woltham,
"I attended a Camp-fire of Roberts Post, No. 11,
at Bancroft, 3Iich., on the 6th inst., which was en
livened with good speeches and stories and supple
mented by a bountiful &upjer, nnd while there I
skirmished around among the boys and obtained
four new subscribers for The Tribune, with a
promise of many more. We intend to start a new
Post at this place in a short time." R. C. H., Perry,
Tho "Golden Bloom of Youth"
maybe retained by using Dr. Pierce's "Favorite
Prescription," aspeciiicfor "femalo complaints."