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jr- 5ti- - ettfcmm 31 "TO CARE FOR HIM WHO HAS BORNE THE BATTLE, AND FOR HIS WIDOW AND ORPHANS." Cl ESTABLISHED 1S77.-NEW SERIES. WASHINGTON, D. 0., THURSDAY, AUGUST 6, 1885. I VOL. IY-N0. 52 -WHOLE ffO. 208; S&SW3fcSSSg8 -' rTO. j---ri-w- ikm..Kj "" tJSSSW , 'Sff?, '"I" KTV S - - - v IX SXUttttX i i MILITARY MEMOIRS. End of the Battle of Bentonville, North Carolina. . QUEER SKIRMISHERS. Camping in the Turpentine Country. END OF THE WAR. The Writer Pays His Respects To His Comrades. Y BREVET MAJ.-GEN. W3r.,F. CARLIN, COLONEL 4TU V. S. INF. corYmoiiT, 18S5. XXX. Mounting my horse and taking a staff offi cer I started out into the thick woods toward the former front and to the right of the road bo often referred to in search of Milcs's Bri gade. In riding through this woods I came to a skirmish-line of men that I assumed to he Federals, and passed through it. The men were not more than six yards apart They paid no attention to me. They stood at " or der arms," with eyes to the front. After hav ing passed through the line I looked back ward at these men, and it seemed to me that their clothing was NOT BLUE, BUT GRAY. Being convinced that they were Confeder ates, I decided to run another great risk by riding through their line again, as I would soon expect to strike their main line if I continued to ride forward. I rode hack and passed very near one of these skirmishers and scanned him closely. He paid no atten tion to me. Having passed through this line I met Gen. Davis and his staff, and told him that he was riding into the rebel lines. He replied in. language emphatic, if not polite, that he was not I repeated the warning, and he then saw that he was mistaken. He directed an officer of his staff to call CoL Cogswell's Massachusetts regiment, then near at hand, to fire into this line of Confederates. This was done very quickly, and the latter disappeared as suddenly, excepting those who fell under the fire. One poor fellow I saw, as he reclined against a tree, trying, ap parently, to utter a dying message to some loved one at home. The conduct of this line of Confederates has always been a mystery to me. They acted as if they had resolved never to fire another shot in the war believ ing that it "was no longer justifiable; or they may have been waiting to be captured. But by standing at "attention" and neither shooting or speaking, when Federal officers were crossing their lines and almost riding over them, was inexplicable. "Whatever their motives, I again had occasion to feel grateful for their forbearance, for I was certainly at their mercy and could have been killed without having the least chance to resist. I failed to find Miles's Brigade, but in some way they succeeded in finding the other brigades of the divisions that night. For my division the day had been one of most arduous labors, constant watchfulness, frequent assaults and repulses, to he closed by being overwhelmed by superior forces that is, for the First and Third Brigades. The Second Brigade lost heavily in its as sault, but was ordered back by Col. Buell without authority. But the division, by holding the enemy in check nearly all day, had enabled Morgan's Division and the Twentieth Corps to come on the battleground and take up good positions for defense with perfect deliberation, and had, therefore, in all probability, enabled Gen. Slocum to suc cessfully resist the bold and skillful assaults of Gen. Johnston's army. It is but just to Maj.-Gen. H. W. Slocum to give him credit for MASTERLY ABILITY in managing his defense against Johnston's attack. Though all official documents and reports relating to this battle have never been published, I have reason to believe that my division never received the credit to which it was entitled for its conduct in the battle of Bentonville. It is to be hoped that when all shall have been made public some one will be alive to correct the errors. I received a note from Gen. Slocum shortly after the battle expressing his entire satis faction with my conduct and that of my division during the battle, but it has dis appeared. Slocum's messenger overtook Sherman be fore night of March 19. (See his Memoirs, page 303.) He ordered the Fifteenth Corps at once towards Bentonville. Hazen's Di vision arrived late that night On the 20th, early, the Fifteenth Corps approached a line of rebel earthworks near Bentonville. Gen. C. E. Woods was in advance with his di vision. During the 20th two divisions of the Seventeenth Corps arrived. Gen. How ard passed the day in deploying and getting into position. Gen. Johnston's army on the 20th was in two lines, coming to a point on the Averysboro and Bentonville road and diverging so as to embrace Bentonville be tween them. Slocum's wing faced one of these lines, and Howard's the other. There was no fighting of any great consequence on the 20th. On the 21st Gen. J. A. Mower, commanding a division of the Seventeenth Corps, made an attack on the enemy's line, broke it, and was advancing towards a bridge over Mill Creek, which was essential to Johnston's safety in the event of his being called on to retreat Gen. Sherman did not desire to push the fighting then, and instead of supporting Mower ordered him back, at the same time ordering an attack by a skirmish-line along the whole rebel front in order to help Mower in retiring. It is al most certain that Johnston's army would have been crushed and captured there on the 21st if a general attack had been made by Sherman. But he preferred waiting till ke could form a junction with Terry and Schofield, whose forces were at Faison's Depot and Goldsboro, less than 25 miles dis tant "All's well that ends well," and it was perhaps just as well to have received John ston's surrender at Raleigh some weeks later as at Bentonville on the 21st of March. Still uhose of Sherman's army who fought on (March 19 would have enjoyed the capture of the rebel army at Bentonville. It is prob able that the right wing, too, which fought on the 21st, would have preferred to have destroyed or captured Johnston there at Bentonville. This was the LAST BATTLE OF SHERMAN'S ARMY. The killed on the 19th of March were 180; the wonnded, 1,220 ; missing, 515. On the 20th Bix were killed, 90 wounded, 31 miss ing. On the 21st 37 were killed, 157 wound ed, 107 missing. Total, 223 killed, 1,467 wounded, G53 missing. Aggregate loss, 2,313. These figures show that the heavy fight ing and consequent loss was on the 19h, wlien Slocum's wing was fighting. I think the official reports will show that the great eat losses in killed and wounded were in my division (the First Division, Fourteenth Corps), the advance-guard of the left wing. Gen. Johnston retreated, on the night of the 21st, over Mill Creek. Sherman's army started on to Goldsboro on the 22d, and on the 23d arrived there and formed a junction with Schofield, who had brought the Twenty third Corps east from Tennessee; and with Gen. A. H. Terry, who, after his brilliant capture of Fort Fisher and Wilmington, had CAMPING IN THE marched to Faison's Depot and joined Sher man. Thus the great march was completed. The distance from Savannah to Goldsboro is 425 miles. Five great navigable rivers were crossed on the line of march viz., the Edisto, Broad, Catawba, Pedee, and Cape Fear. There we.re other streams that re quired pontoon or other temporary bridges. It was in the rainy season, when the roads were almost at every point impassable with out corduroying. "We found no friendly aid among the inhabitants along the route. "When sometimes forage was abundant, the spirit of deviltry among some of our men prompted them to set fire to it On one oc casion my division halted to go into camp at a fine old place near Winnsboro. There were cribs full of corn, over which I imme diately placed a guard with orders to protect it for the use of our army. A cavalryman, from Kilpatrick's command, went to the crib in order to get corn for his horse. The sentinel refused to let him have it without orders from higher authority; whereupon the rascal passed around to the rear of the building, lighted a match, placed it in the dry hocks of the corn, through a crevice. In a very few minutes the corn and building were on fire. It communicated to the man sion. All was destroyed but the land. It was in Rockingham and adjoining Counties, North Carolina, that the great pine forests were. The art of gathering gum from these trees was for the fiist time learned by us. Fer'ful fires raged through these forests at sonu points, destroying vast quantities of fine pine timber, and rosin already in store houses. On one occasion it was far in the night when I reached camp, the spot having been designated by Gen. Davis. On ap proaching it at night I saw that one or two great pine trees lying on the ground were still burning; that all the standing trees were blackened by the fire that had but partially died or burned out The ground was black in consequence of the burning of pine needles and other leaves. Some of our men were already on the ground and gath ering limbs of fallen trees for cooking fires. The flickering flames from the burning trunks threw a GHASTLY LIGHT ON THEIR FACES and forms as they moved about among the standing but charred trees. Their faces were black, too. Upon getting into camp and approaching a fire I observed that all the faces around me were blackened. I inquired about my own face, and was told it was black, too. This was the result of passing for miles through a dense smoke arising from burning pine, pitch, tar, turpen tine and resin. On the same day still more singular phenomenon presented itself. Near a little creek was a very tall wooden building, resembling a small elevator. It had been filled with rosin. The rosin and, of course, the building had taken fire, the rosin was melted, aud flowed down in a running stream six or eight feet wide across the road, compelling us to turn out of the beaten track. It was in Rockingham County, too, that Gen. Slocum desired to find a native guide through the pine forests to Goldsboro. I succeeded in finding a deserter from a North Carolina regiment one John Stagdon who consented to serve in that capacity. Slocum had a map of the State, and was tracing out the roads and studying tneir courses with the view of giving directions to corps com manders for their march. On oneof the roads was marked down a house called "Bill -j ' -jg v- Jacobs's." Slocum asked the guide the ques tion, "Do you know the road to Bill Jacobs's? " "Oh, yes, I know the road. I have been there. But I doubt if you will find Bill Jacobs at home. He don't stay at home much, 'specially at night. He ain't considered a good Southern man. In fact, it is dangerous to Bill Jacobs to stay at home. Bill Jacobs is a nigger." Slocum had heard enough, and saw that his guide was laboring under delusion. He quietly remarked to him: "My friend, this army is not after Bill Jacobs." The guide was surprised to learn this. To soothe his feel ings I afterwards told him that Gen. Slocum only wished to follow a road that passed by Jacobs's house, and possibly to camp there. In due time we arrived at the veritable " Bill Jacobs's " whose name was on the map, and I had the pleasure of making his ac quaintance. He was by vocation a farmer on a small scale. A bright and active mulatto, he seemed to be a leader in a settlement of people known in that State as " free men of color." All his neighbors for a mile or two around were reported to me to be negroes, or people having negro blood. They consti tuted a community by themselves. Jacobs manifested great interest in the question of future Government for North Carolina; that is, whether it would be governed by the people of the State, or by the United States. He very emphatically desired that the people of North Carolina should be governed by the United States after the war was over. CofliVv PINEY WOODS. No one then seemed to doubt that the war was practically over, and the Union practi cally victorious. Poor Stagdon only desired that, when the war .was over, there would be a Government that would ISSUE RATIONS to the people of North Carolina. He was not particular about forms. He asked my opinion on this point I told him I thought the United States Government would see that the people didn't starve, and would issue rations till they had had time to raise food for themselves. And now I close my narrative. I only re gret that I could not say something express ive of my kindness and fraternal affection for every officer and man that I had the honor to command. More especially would I have been gratified to write of all officers who served as members of my staff, and all men who acted as escorts or orderlies during those long years of hardships and dangers. As I have written without any records to refresh my memory or remind me of events and incidents, I have necessarily omitted to mention many persons aud many circumstances that I would gladly have re called to mind. I have occasionally referred to Van Home's History of the Army of the Cumberland and to Gen. Sherman's Memoirs for a date, but liave not intended to be par ticular about dates generally, as it was my wish to relate in conversational style what I actually remembered of events in my own military career. When I have time I shall endeavor to correct all errors, and to publish the narra tive in book form. It is a gratifying fact that many kind let ters have been received from comrades in the late civil war in reference to these recol lections. It is also gratifying to find men wherever I go now prosperous and happy who were my comrades in the marches and battles described. As examples, I may men tion the fact that the gentleman who built and now owns the building in Omaha now occupied in part as the Headquarters of the Department of the Platte, was an occasional orderly of mine during the war. He con ducts a large business in that part of the building not rented to the Government I refer to Mr. A. L. Strong, once a private in Co. B, 3Gth 111. M't'd Inf. Among the successful porcelain manufac turers at East Liverpool, O., is Win. H. Surles, one of the privates of the 2d Ohio, who was an orderly with me on the campaign to At lanta. For meritorious conduct he was rec ommended to Hon. E. M. Stanton, Secretary of War, for a cadetship at the United States Military Academy at West Point This rec ommendation was made by Col. A. G. Mc Cook, myself, Gen. Geo. H. Thomas and others. This letter of recommendation was sent by mail, which was captured by Gen. John II. Morgan's command. A copy of the letter was made and sent to Mr. Surles, whether by Morgan's orders or not I cannot state. On our arrival at Goldaboxo it was my misfortune to fall seriously sick. My physi cian advised my leaving the field for a mouth. On Surgeon's certificate of disability I ob tained leave of absence for 30 days. This severed my connection with Sherman's army. I never served with it again. The end. Jack Follibud (who forgets whore she is from) : " Holl has no terror for me, Miss Bea con. I havo lived in Boston." DUCLE DANE'S STORY OF Tom Anderson and the Great Con spiracy. BATTLE OF DOLINSBUBG. Heroic Conduct of Col. Anderson. Tom REPORTED DEAD. His "Wife Refuses to Believe in the Report. BY AN OFFICER OF THE UNION ARMY. COPYRIGHT, 18S5. Chapter IV. THE BATTLE OF DOLINSBURG. "The next morning the march was re sumed at an early hour. The whole army was in motion on different roads, with the general understanding that the command would close in line around the west side of the fortress that afternoon. The weather be ing very disagreeable for marching, there was delay on the roads, but, finally, late in the afternoon the army commenced closing in and forming 'its line. The center was commanded by Gen. Smote ; the left, resting north, on the river, commanded by Gen. Waterberry, and the right, resting on an almost impassable slough connecting with the river, commanded by Gen. McGovern. In moving into position the place was found to be well protected by a heavy abatis and chevaux-de-frise, from point to point, above and below the fortress. This seemed impas sable, and the enemy, seeing our army closing in around them, kept up a terrible fire on our advancing columns, causing us very severe loss in getting into position. It was at a late hour in the night (when our lines were only partially formed) that our army rested, as best they could, in the snow and sleet; but not a murmur-was heard. The next morning our lines were advanced to the front and the impediments removed as much as possible ; though a severe and deadly fire was poured upon our men most of the day. Late in the afternoon an assault was ordered in the center, and a bloody affair it was ; again and again our brave fellows moved on the works, but were as often driven back with severe loss. About 4 o'clock Gen. Silent came riding along with an Orderly by his side, his staff having been sent in different directions with orders. He came to where Col. Ander son was sitting on his hoiso watching the en gagement in the center. Gen. Silent, after passing the compliments of the day, said to the Colonel : " ' Your engagement at Snake Creek (thain being the name of the creek where the Colo nel engaged the enemy the day before) was a rather brilliant affair, as I learn it' " 'Yes,' said the Colonel ; ' it was my first attempt at commanding in a battle, but we had the best of it.' " ' Yes,' said the General ; ' and now I want to see if yon can do as well here. I wish yon to assault the enemy's works in this low ground on the right, in order to draw some of his forces away from the center; our forces are having a hard time of it there.' " Col. Anderson gave the order at once to prepare for action knapsacks and blankets were thrown off, and the assaulting column formed. The General rode away after saying: " ' It is not imperative that you enter their works ; but make the assault as effectual as you can without too groat a sacrifice of men.' "The Colonel looked at the ground over which they must pass and viewed the works with his glass, but said not one word save to give the command ' Forward I ' On, on they went, and as they moved under a torrent of leaden hail men fell dead and wounded at at every step ; but they went right up to the months of the cannon. There they stood and poured volley after volley into the enemy, until at last he began to give way, whun re-enforcements came from the center, as was desired. The Colonel's force could stand no longer. Sullenly they fell back to a strip of woods, when night closed in, and the battle ceased for the day. Our lines were much nearer the enemy than in the morning. "The center held their ground at last, and all was still. Part of the night was em ployed in hunting the dead and wounded. Many were wounded and frozen to death, be ing left on the ground during the night The suffering in front of Dolinsburg was some thing almost indescribable; it snowed, Bleetcd, hailed and froze during the whole of the night The troops did not sleep, nor did they attempt it; they had to form into squads and walk around trees all night No fires could be lighted, they were so close to the enemy's intrenchmonts. Just at day light the sharp sound of their skirmishers was heard. They had concluded to move out on our right and attack us on our flank and open the way for the escape of their army. On they came. Our line was soon formed and our musketry opened. During the night one- of our batteries had been brought up and given position on a slight elevation to the right of Col. Ander son's center. The enemy opened furiously on our line, and in a few minutes our bat tery was knocked to pieces and was charged by infantry. Here there waa a bloody con flict ; men fell by the score ; the snow was red dened by the blood of both patriots and trai tors. The smoke seemed to hover around the trees and underbrush as if to conceal the con tending forces from each other. The flame of musketry and the red glare of the cannons lighted up the scene with a lurid tint Limbs fell from the -trees, and the ground was mown as smoothly of weeds and under brush as if by a scythe. Our right was under orders to hold their position at all hazards. The battle, dreadful and bloody, continued. By degrees the troops on the right of Col. Anderson gave way and abanr doned the field. At noon but one regiment besides CoL Anderson's withstood the enemy thereon therightof our line. They were terri bly cut up, and, having no food, were nearly exhausted. Their ammunition was growing scarce, none having been brought up to this point for their supply. In this condition they stood like a wall, under the most gall ing fire of artillery and musketry, their comrades falling like grass before the sickle. At length the enemy's cavalry appeared in the rear; not in line, but as if observing the battle with a view of taking advantage at the proper time of any mishap that might occur in our lines. Col. Ander son seeing this, and feeling that his com mand was now in great peril, conceived the idea of a bayonet charge on the line to his front, and so ordered it. His line moved forward, and in a double-quick, with a shout, drove the enemy; he being stampeded by the impetuous assault The Colonel, being on foot, led his men right up to the works of the enemy, they having been driven inside. As he leaped forward on the line of works, with sword in hand, calling to his men, ' Come on, my boys,' he fell, as they then thought, mortally wounded. The ene my seeing this made a fresh assault and drove our force back. Col. Anderson was left on the field, supposed to be dead. The battle raged all along the line. Our right was driven and forced under the brow of a hill. While under this partial shelter a por- TOM ANDERSON STRUCK DOWN tion of the enemy made their escape through this unoccupied portion of the field. At this time our left made a successful assault upon the works of the enemy, capturing their outer line and forcing them into their more narrow limits but more strongly fortified yrorks. The center had made several in- effectual assaults, and had lost in killed and wounded very heavily. Ee-enforcements came to the right, and a renewal of the assault all along the line was ordered. To the work of blood and death the men again came forward with a heroic will, and for about an hour the battle was like the long roll on a thousand drums. The air was filled with shells; the heavens were lighted up as if meteors were flying in all directions; the rumbling of artillery was heard as batteries changed position, and the loud commands of excited officers. On and on moved the serried masses. As the lines opened by the dropping UNCLE DANIEL MEETS AUNT MARTHA. of the dead and wounded, 'close up, boys,' could be heard. It was now about dusk. One grand charge all along the lino, one grand shout, 'up with the flag, boys!' all was over, the fortress was our?, and the Stars and Stripes floated over Dolinsburg. That night, however, was a night of gloom and sorrow in our army. Gen. McGovern was killed in the lost assault Gen. Smote was badly wounded aud died a few days later. Gen. Waterberry, a brave and gallant officer, fell a few weeks later at the battle of Pittskill." " I remember when Waterberry fell, poor fellow," said CoL Bush. "Yes, many a poor fellow lost his life at Dolinsburg. We captured a great number of prisoners. Gen. Bertram surrendered the forces. Many of his leading officers were killed and wounded, and some made their escape through the opening in our line on the right, where Col. Anderson fell." Dr. Adams asked: " Uncle Daniel, did you ever hear of him? Was his body found?" "Yes, Doctor, and the story of that and his recovery is a very singular one. Peter searched diligently for him, but failed to find him; this distressed him so much that he decided to ask for a leave and return home, so as to stay a short time with the family and do what he could to help us bear the sorrow of the Colonel's supposed death. After our grief-stricken family could have the patience to listen to his "recitals, he gave us the story just as I havo told it to you. Mrs. Andean, although stricken down with grief, insisted that her ht was not killed, or he would have be Qjd among the slain ; that a man of such marked features would have been noticed by some one who did the interring. The Captain insisted that there could be no doubt but that he was killed. Time passed on, but little 'Mary would continually ask, 'If her papa was dead?' 'Wa3 he shot?' 'Who had killed him ?' and a thousand other questions which constantly kept her mother thinking of the Colonel's fate, and soon she determined to go in search of him. Peter was leaving for his regiment, now under command of CoL Eice. Col. Anderson having been reported as killed, Eice had been promoted Colonel, and the regiment had moved with the army in a southwesterly direction some considerable distance from Dolinsburg. Still there had been troops left there, so that it was perfectly safe to visit the battlefield, there being no rebel troops in that part of the country at that. time. I agreed to go with her, and made all the arrangements neces sary for the family ;" the farm of Col. David having been looked after, and our family school reorganized under Jennie, which had become demoralized by the news of Col. An derson's death. In the meantime we bad heard from CoL David and James, who were well, and also had letters from Stephen and Henry; both had joined the army: Ste phen in an infantry regiment from Ohio, where he lived, and Henry in a cavalry regi ment from Michigan, where he had been AT THE HEAD OF HIS MEN. employed for a time in surveying for a com pany ; so at thi3 time I had one son left not yet in the army, he being my third son, Jackson, thawas then engaged in railroad ing in Minnesota. We had not heard from him for some time, and his mother was sorely troubled, expecting soon to hear of the last of the Lyons being in the army. This,, she thought, was a little more than ought to be required of any one family." "So say I, Uncle Daniel," spoke up sev eral of the listeners. "True, true; but our country's demands should be satisfied by her citizens, no mat ter what they iriay be. Well, Tvhen all wa3 arranged, Mary Anderson and I started. We went as far we could by cars and boat and then obtained horses and traveled on horseback to Dolinsburg. Coming to the pickets we were halted, and, on telling our errand, and where we were from, we were srCs 6rt r taken to the headquarters of CoL Harden, who was in command of the po3t We Were well received and most hospitably treated by himself and officers. They all sympa thized with Mrs. Anderson; knew of the Colonel's gallant conduct in battle, bnt all thought there was no use of a search for him; that he was certainly killed in charging the works near the fort They showed us where he made the assault. After resting for the night we started on our search, Capt Day accompanying us as guide and protector. We first went to the place where the Colonel fell, but there was nothing but long trenches, where the dead had been buried. We passed over the battlefield, which was mowed down smoothly by bullets. Limbs of tree3 had fallen in confusion, furrows were plowed in the ground by shell, horses' skeletons, broken muskets, pieces of wagons, parts of caissons, spokes, ammunition boxes, pieces of blankets, coat3, pantaloons, parts of tents everything in pieces, the evidence of a great contest was marked at every step. Late in the afternoon, worn out with walking and the excitement, we returned, very much dis heartened. We dined on soldier's fare, which seemed to us delicious. After dis cussing the battle and the probabilities of the result of tke war until a late hour, we retired to the camp cot3 for a night's rest Next morning wo got ready for a, start Mary Anderson inquired of Col. Harden which way the rebels that got through our lines retreated. He answered her that they r & s Mlm pfwf retreated on a road along the river up stream some 25 miles, and then crossed on a boat that had come down the river on its way to Dolinsburg, which was stopped by tie re treating rebels. Mary said: " ' Uncle Daniel, I am going to that place if I can be allowed to do so.' "I replied: 'This would be a very tire some and fruitless trip, my child; but if yoa will be any better satisfied by doing so, I will make the trip.' " Col. Harden said he would send a small escort for protection, though there was no danger of any force of the enemy, but there might be some wicked people up there who might do us harm. He had our horses brought out, and sent Capt Day and 10 mounted men with us. Soon we were off. The road was somewhat rough, but very passable for saddle-horses. When we had gone some 10 miles we met a colored boy, some 14 years old, who said he was going to Dolinsburg. Mrs. Anderson rode on with. Capt Day. The escort was in front of them I asked the boy why he was going to Dolins burg. He said he lived about 10 miles far ther up the river, and that an old colored, woman, called 'Aunt Martha,' had senthira down to see if any soldiers were at Dolins burg; and if so, to tell them that there was a Union officer at her house, sick. " ' Do you know his name ? ' I asked. "'No, sir; but Aunt Martha calls him Massa Tom.' "I trembled aU over. My blood was hot and cold by turns. "'When and how did he come there,' I asked. " He said that the rebels had left him. My brain was now dizzy, and I told him to turn his horse and take me to the place. We rode past the others while they were resting for-a short time. I told them I would ride on to the place where the river was crossed, and would wait there for them. Mary was hear ing all she could from Capt. Day about the battle, so she raised no objections. I in quired of the boy as to the appearance of the sick officer. He described him as very pale, black hair, eyes and beard. I could understand his being pale, and felt sure ifc was CoL Anderson. I asked the boy if he ever spoke to him. He said he had not, but Aunt Martha talked to him aboufa his wife and little girl and Uncle DanieL I now was positive it was Tom. I reeled in my saddle and nearly fell from my horse. What should I do? I could not tell Mary, for if it proved not to be him she would not be able to bear it So I rode on. Finally we came to the house. It was some hundred paces from the road, a square log cabin or hut, occupied by an old colored woman ('Aunt Martha') and her husband ('Ham'), both over 60 years, I should judge. The old aunty was in the yard, a smooth, hard, flat piece of ground, fenced off by alovr fence, about four rails high, that a man could easily step over. I saluted her with, "'How do you do, aunty j do you live here?' '"Yes, sa, I lives heah me and Ham, my ole man. WTiat is you, massa? Is you Union or is you "Sesh"?' '"Oh! I am a Union man,' I replied. "'Den I is glad to see you. I'll jes' call Ham. He runned away when he seed you. He's feared ; yes, he's dat He isn't gwine wid de " Sesh" any moV " ' Well, aunty, have you a Union offices in your cabin, sick?' " ' Well, now, massa, I'se jes' got to know who you is afore I 'fess on dat case.' "'Well, aunty, I am Daniel Lyon, some times called "Uncle Daniel."' " 'Afore God, is dat you, Massa Lyon ? Jes get offyo' hoss an' wait rite heah; I be back in a bit' "She hobbled in, evidently to speak to the Colonel. I waited quietly until she returned. Just then the others came in sight, and I sent the boy to halt them. Aunty came out so excited that she could hardly speak. " ' Sho' as you is born'd, dat Massa Tom knows you; but, sah, he's powerful weak an' you must exclose who yo' is to him in a most delicacious manner, or you'U incite him. He's 'fraid, sah, dat you is a exposter.' " ' O, no, aunty, I am his uncle and bene factor.' "'Yo' is what?' "'His uncle.' " ' No, but de oder t'ing what yon i3?' "'His benefactor.' '"Glory to God! Is you? May de Lauct5 shine his light in dis pore house, an' brushv away de fears ob dis misfortulate fambly.' " Then she called Ham, " ' Oh, yo' Ham, come heah.' "I entered the cabin and beheld CoL An derson, as pale as death, lying on a poor, broken-down bed. I knelt by his side upon the floor and wept aloud. The Colonel could only whisper. Extending his hand, while the great tears were rolling down his face, he asked: "'Is my wife with yon? Howis my child'? " He was greatly excited and very weak, I arose from his bedside and told him who were coming, and begged him to be calm Aunty brought some cloths and laid on hii breast, saying to him : " ' Now, Massa Tom, yon inns' be still. Don be like I tole you. You mussent get 'cited now nuffin of the kine. Jes' see de folks like yo' allers done. Dey's come a mighty long ways to fine yo'. Wish dey stay away 'til I cure yo'; but spose it's all rite. De good Laud he done knowed de bes'. Maybe de "Sesh" come take him some day afore long, so de Laud he know what he wants. Bress de good Laud.' " I went out to meet the others. Mary si once asked me what the matter was. I spoke as gently as I could, and said: " ' Mary, Tom is still alive.' " She instantly leaped from her horse and made for the cabin, and in an instant was ai the bedside of her husband, covering his face with kisses and tears. Tom was too weak to more than whisper 'my dear wife,1 and weep in silence. Old Ham had come in, and stood in one corner of the room looking on this scene, with his hands locked together over his head. He was heard to say over and over in a low tone:. " ' De Lord bress dese chillen.' "Aunt Martha took hold of Mary, saying: "'Deah Misses, yo' jes' stop dat cryin'. Yon ought to be 'joiced dat Massa Tom ho libbin. You ought ter seed him when de " Sesh " fotched him heah. I tell you dafe was de time what fotched me down. I done got rite on my old knees an' axed de good Laud to spar dis good Massa Tom. I knowed him the berry minute I laid my eyes on him. Many's de time I make his bed and cook his dinnah. I tell you all about dat. Why, dem " Sesh," when dey fetch Massa Tom heah in de old wagon, dey des frowed him out like he been ahog, and tole Ham an me dat we mus dig a hole and put him in ; dat we be killed if we don't I done wenti and looked at him, an' tole Ham dat he wasn'i dead ; dat he was wa'm an' bredin. So Ham an me jes' carried him into dis house, an' go6 blankets and kivers.an'wash. him wid wa'm water, and tookkeeronhim; settedupaUde time, one or bofe on U3, and kep' him good an' wa'm, an'y o' see he's done gittfn' well- Da good Laud heah our prayers, an' he whisper to pore ole March nr dat he gwine to fetch him out for some good he gwine to do for us port latent 1 "JK. 2$ .X.