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?]A Georgia Wcnym m Charleston Weekly News.
On the 14th and 15th of May, 1864,
.'the battle of Besaca took place. I was
stayiDg at the time with some friends on
their farm, nearly two miles north of the
village,-buti en whatafterwatfs proved to
be a hotly contested part of the field.
They had not the vaguest idea that a
battle was impending. That Gen. John?
ston would retreat toward Atlanta and
leavetthem"in the" lines" they folly ex?
pected, and had made their arrangements
accordingly, sending off what valuables
they could and packing up and storing
away the balance. But that he should
halt at Besaca and make a desperate
stand there astonished them. And when
they found that their home would be in
the b?ttlefield, that their very house
would be hotly contested for, as it was a
large, strong buildiDg standing on a hill,
commanding1 two fords, and it would
therefore be impossible to remain- in it,
they were filled with dismay. When
should (hey go ? All their stock and
vehicles of every vsort had been sent off,
:so they could not ride away. And it was
impossible for an old man and a lot of
.delicate women to march perhaps for
. miles. Even if they could stand the
Tnarch, where should they go ?
All day long we bad been running out
to the fence, to see the troops pass by and
to speak to any friends who might chance
to be among them. By them we were
assured that a fight on tho morrow was
inevitable, and . their distress at our
dangerous position did not tend to raise
our spirits. By night we found ourselves
in the. midst of a camp. The light of
the camp:firea lit up the horizon far and
wide, and the hum of thousands' of
human voice? was like the roaring of a
mighty sea. By t?-morrow night how
many of these voices will be stilled, I
thought; and indeed how many of us
lily musings ware interrupted ly the
arrival of my.friend'ason. Capt. Mitch?
ell' was ic the engineer corps and had
been busy ail day laying pontoon bridges
across the Oostanaula River at Besaca.
He was tired, and jaded;-but, full of
anxiety, he had come to inquire what
hia father expected to do. and was appall
? ed to learn that they all contemplated
remaining in the house.
in A perilous position.
"You will all be killed 1" he said, in
- "Where shall We go ?" they asked.
"Suppose you go down to the river and
get under the bluff. That will be a
. capital hiding-place."
v THe river; Me most mountain streams,
had very high banks.
"Yes, but if the Yankees try and cross
there, as it is likely they will," said one
of his sisters, "we might be caught by an
enfilading fire and so perish miserably
like rate in a hole. No, if we must die
let ua die above ground."
"Yes," rejoined another, in an aside to
me, "I might fall into the river and get
drowned. I always was afraid of wa?
Then the distracted captain proposed
that we should all lie down on the side
of a neighboring hill.and so escape the
shot and shell. But some one suggested
that our troops, in charging, might run
over ub and trample us to death; and bo
we would all be slain by the hands (or
rather feet) of our friends. With a deep
groan.he ackuow 1 edged this, danger, and
as a last, suggestion proposed that we
should lie down on the floor close to the
wall. As he seemed so distressed we all
promised, though we knew none of ns
were going to do i t. Indeed, one' of his
listers confided to me that she intended
to get np on the fence and stay there,
and see all that she could see; that she
had long desired to witness a battle, and
this was her chance.
Then the unhappy captain bade his
family, adieu, neither ever expecting to
see the other, again. His mother was
quite overwhelmed at the pairing. She
was the most timid creature I ever saw,
and had sat all this time in a state of
collapse; but I believe now she was more
distressed at the danger her son must run
on the morrow than of any she might
encounter. At last, worn out and weary,
we fell asleep, and slept soundly rill the
roar of the human sea the next morning
aroused us. It mnst have been nearly 8
o'clock when, as I was talking to some
soldiers, I spied Capt. Mitchell galloping
up, followed by two army wagons that
Gen. Johnston had kindly loaned him.
'Tack up and come away at once," he
said. "The fight will begin directly and
you will then*have to ride under fire."
I had been offering my services to a
surgeon as a field-hospital nurse, but at
this news I ignominiously forsook him to
pack np my things, and I never saw
either him or his hospital afterwards.
Even in the hurry of flight I could but
notice-that the instinctive love of prop?
erty is much greate- in women than in
men. Capt. Mitchell was frantic to be
off, but his sisters insisted that they must
stop a moment to pick up "their things."
"Things 1" he cried. "Is this a time to
talk of things? The fight may com?
mence at any moment; and can you all
ride two or three miles under fire ?"
"I'll be ready in a moment," said one
of his sisters, looking np from a large
trunk she was hurriedly packing with
china and dresses.
Just then the sudden "boom" of a
cannon was beard.
"Good Lord 1" cried the Captain, leap?
ing as if shot. "There I the fight has
commenced F and taking- up an armful
of clothing he threw' it into the trunk,
dashed down the lid, and turning to the
driven, cried: "Hero, put it in the
The sister had no idea of giving up
her beloved things, but she saw it was
useless to contest the point with him, so
she resorted to subterfuge.
"Yon had better look after mother,"
she suggested. "I'll bet she is turning
round and round and doing nothing."
The Captain fell into the snare and
hurried cut of the room.
"Here," cried she to the men, "drop
that trunk. I'll not send it off half
packed, battle or no. battle."
The two soldiers surveyed her with
grins of admiration at her pluck. The
war of artillery and the sharp rattle of
musketry filled tho air. Hastily open-;
ing the truck, she hurriedly packed it,
and bad just filled it to the top when ber
brother was,heard approaching.
"Hurry, hurry I" cried she to the men,1
"or the Captain will catch you. I am
more afraid of him at present than of all
the cannon."
In the meantime Capt. Mitchell had
found his mother turning round and
round, too frightened to do much, though
she had found time to pack her bureau
drawers with valuables to be left, and
which she never saw again. This work
done, with her Bible and a large turkey-1
tail fan, from which she was never i
known to be separated summer or winter,
she stood ready to depart, praying and
fanning herself; and if her daughters
had not looked after her clothing she
wonld not have had a change to her
Luckily the girls were as brave and
cool as their mother was faint-hearted
and excited, and in an incredible short
time had affairs in marching order. As
very few trunks could be put into the
wagon, every sack and pillow-case was
pressed into service, and garment after
garment was rolled up into tight balls
and crammed down into them, and these
bags were then packed into the wagon.
The demand for bags, of course, was
great, and as there was no time to look
for them an amusing scene took place
between one of the ladies aud her niece,
old Mrs. Mitchell's pet grandchild, a girl
of eight or ten, who, far from concerning
herself to save anything, of value, had
appropriated one of the valuable bags
for the use of four gray kittens, named
?after four Confederate captains of her
acquaintance. With this great treasure
she was marching off, when her aunt
spied her and capturing the bag, indig
: oantly tilted the four tabby captains out,
who joyfully scampered away.
"Are not your grand-paren's clothes of
more value than four cats ?" she scorn
fully demanded, when the little girl made
a tearful remonstrance.
In answer to Cap. Mitchell's cry to
make haste, as the firing had commenced
along the line, and if they did not hurry
they would be forced to ride for miles
under fire, the household sallied forth,
all the ladies with something in their
hands, looking very much like people
flying from a house on fire?old Mrs.
Mitchell with her Bible and turkey-tail
fan, and her granddaughter with another
sack containing the four cat captains,
whom she had run down and captured.
They were mewing and scratching, and
were a very disagreeable piece of baggage
to sit near, as they clawed everything
within reach.
One of the siBtets, it should be men?
tioned, was so thoughtless as to come
forth empty-handed.
"Are you carrying off nothing ?" the
others demanded reproachfully.
Abashed she fled back into the desert?
ed house, and snatching up a large
looking-glass, for which she had no man?
ner of use, clasped it in her arms after
the manner of a breastplate, apd sallying
forth in this dazzling armor, climbed to
her place on top of the baggage in the
At last every one, servants and all,
were packed in the wagons and we start?
ed off.
For about two miles the dirt road and
railroad ran. close together. Drawn up
along the railroad was a line of soldiers
waiting for their time to take a hand in
the ball, which was now being opened at
Besaca, two miles away, by a grand
cannonading. They looked mournfully at
us as we rode by. Then something
jostled the wagon, some one lost their
balance?it may have been one of the cat
captains?and in the confusion an elbow
was thrust into the looking-glass breast?
plate and shivered it, so the fragments
were cast out. The line of veterans
broke, the men darted forward to secure
the bits of. glass, and eagerly scanned
such little strips of their face* as they
could see.
The little village of Besaca is situated
at the junction of two mountain rivers,
which* here flow together and form the
Oostanaula. This river was spanned by
a fine railroad bridge, and for these
reasons Besaca had been considered as a
strategic - point of considerable impor?
tance, and bad been closely guarded for
a long time. The line of hills which
surrounded the village bristled with for?
tifications. At the foot of one of these
chains stretched a little plateau, and on
this ran both railroads and dirt road. As
our heavily laden ed wagons jogged slowly
along a shell flew over tbo breastworks
and sailed toward us. It was still some
distance from us when a little stream of j
whiter smoke issued from it. Old Mrs.
Mitchell had never seen one of the per?
nicious things, and it attracted her favor
able notice.
"What is that up there with the white
smoke 1" she calmly demanded.
As has been said before the old lady
was nervous and timid, and had she
known the dangerous nature of the object
of her admiration she might have taken
a fit. After jumping to the conclusion
that it was too far off to hurt us some one
informed her that it was only a shell.
"Ah 1" said the old lady, "is that so.
Why, they are very pretty things."
Here the driver turned round in his
saddle and surveyed us, but I have no
idea whether he thought we were heroes
or idiots. His contemplations were in?
terrupted by an officer leaping on the
breastworks and shouting, "Double-quick
that wagon 1 Double-quick it 1"
A little farther on we met a squad of
horsemen. They proved to be Gen. Polk
and his staff, and Capt. Mitchell, who
was serving under him, rode up beside
his father to speak to him.
It was the first time I had ever seen
the warrior priest, and it was also the
last, for he was killed during this cam?
paign. He was a very fine looking man,
and I will never forget the courteous
grace with which he bared bis bead and
bowed in token of sympathy as we pass?
"Where are you to cross the river,
Captain ?" he asked.
"At the lower pontoon, General. I
think it the safest."
We had not gono very far before one
of his aides came flying after us.
"The General says you had better cross
at the upper bridge. The firing is not so
hot there."
As we rode through Besaca the little
village seemed fairly to rock from the
tremendous cannonading. Many of its
houses had been struck.
When we reached the pontoon bridge
it was thought best that we should dis?
mount and cross on foot, and it fell to my
lot to escort Mrs. Mitchell over. No
sooner had we started than a Federal
battery not far off opened fire upon us.
The soldiers on the opposite side of the
river, protected by the high railroad
embankment, became quite frantic at our
danger asd kept screaming to us to
"Bun ! run, ladies! for God's sake run,
and get over here."
All of this was lost on old Mrs. Mitch?
ell. She could not hear what they said
for the roar of the cannonading to which
she had now become accustomed. Neith?
er did she know that we were under fire,
though the balls were splashing in the
water on each Bide of us. She did not
see very well, so she did not notice them,
and no one felt called upon to draw her
attention to the fact. She objected to
running, preferring to walk; so taking
her by the hand we ambled along. Half
way across we passed a soldier on guard,
whereupon she stopped to ask him if
there was any danger there. He was a
stolid looking fellow, but he fairly gaped
at her; language failed him. Before he
could find his tongue I hurried her on,
declaring that "it was against orders to
speak to the guard." For I knew that if
she ever discovered the danger she was
in, her knees would give way under her,
and I would have the pleasure of carry?
ing her the rest of the way.
At last we reached the other bank and
were under cover of tbe railroad em?
bankment. Then tbe officer in charge of
the pontoon came up to speak to us. He
was an old friend Mrs. Mitchell had not
seen for years, and she greeted him cor?
"How do you do, Capt. Harris ? I am
so glad to see you. How is your wife ?"
"She is very well," said the astonished
Captain, looking first at the old lady and
then involuntarily at a shell flying over
She was so busy tattling to the Captain
that she bad not noticed it.
"And your sisters, how are they ?''
"Very well, I thank you," he said
politely, not wishing to be outdone in
"And our friends, the Turners?have
you seen them lately ?"
He gazed at her in astonishment. Tbe
forest trees around were being riddled by
Bboi; and shell, but she was so busy talk?
ing about her neighbors she did not
notice them, their whistling sound being
drowned in tbe louder noise of tbe can?
nonading. Men were lying around
wounded and dying, but she did not see
very well, and she probably concluded
that they had assumed those postures to
escape being hurt. I believe had she
known tbe real state of tbe case she
would have died of fright.
While she was prattling thus with her
old friend I noticed a little group not far
off?a squad of soldiers with a woman
in their midst, and a horse witb a side-1
saddle on it, standing near. I judged
that she bad just ridden there, for she
stood, with her face dropped in ber
hands, by the side of a man who lay stiff
and stark upon the ground; while the
group around, by their looks and ges?
tures, testified their sympathy. Did sbe
come too-late? I wondered.
While I thus mused tbe wagons cross?
ed and we were hurried into them and
continued our flight till we reached Cal
houn, some six miles distant, being kept
on the alert all tbe way by tbe shells
crashing among the tree-tops.
On reaching Calhoun it seemed almost
as if we had jumped from the frying-pan
into the fire, as the town was being
shelled and the citizens were flying for
their lives in every direction. A fierce
figbt was going on. The Federal cavalry
were trying, to cross tbe river and tbe
Confederates were trying- to prevent
them. We could stand in the street and
witness tbe fray, as tbe town was right
down on tbe river. But bere we had to
give up our wagons, so we all dismount?
ed, glad to be relieved from our cramped
position, and from the four cat captains,
who had escaped from their bag and had
been disporting themselves on tbe backs
and shoulders of the company. We took
refuge in a little deserted house from
which every one had fled.
Excitement is a very good tonic, but
it can't keep one up forever. We bad no
breakfast and were all extremely hungry.
Tbe cook, provident soul, had come off
with a large basket of bread. Some
other thoughtful creature, just before our
flight, baa turned all the milk into the
water bucket, thinking thus to save both.
This idea had met with Capt. Mitchell's
warm approval as he chased up and down
the house, hurrying everybody.
"A very good notion," said he, "I'll
see to that being taken care of, myself."
So tbe milk was consigned to his
charge, and when every one clamorously
demanded these'viands, the captain said
he would enjoy a drink of milk.
"I "take great credit to myself for sav?
ing it," he added complacently.
The cook produced tbe bread. Tbe
milk, ah! where was it? Nowhere to be
found! The last known of it was when
it was seen on tbe hall table just before
we left home, and I make no doubt some
thirsty Confederate bad long since con?
sumed it. A battery of reproachful eyes
were levelled on tbe captain, who looked
extremely foolish.
"You would never have made a good
butter-milk ranger. You are unfit for
the position," said Daisy severely as she
sorrowfully devoured her dry bread.
But the fury of the fight around us
soon diverted our minds from our private
Some officers climbed a very high hill
in front of our little bouse for the pur?
pose of reconnoitering, and the Federals
opened fire on them in fine style. The
shells came whistling over our heads
striking the houses and severing the
trees across tbe way, causing the officers
to beat a hasty retreat. As for old Mrs.
Mitchell, I thought she would have bad
a spasm. It was tbe first time she real?
ized she was in any danger. As every
shell burst, she leaped up crying, "Lord
preserve me 1" and as they burst every
minute or two, she came nearer obeying
tbe Bible injunction to "pray without
ceasing" than any one I have ever seen.
By night the dear old lady was very sick,
and we were all feeling quite anxious
about her.
Early in tbe day Capt. Mitchell left
us, after giving strict orders that we
were to remain closely indoors, and not
expose ourselves to the gaze of the sol?
diery, who constantly passed to and fro
before the door. As he seemed very
anxiouB and worried, we thought it best
to faithfully promise to obey him ; but
just as soon as we made sure he was out
of Bight we sallied forth and stationed
ourselves upon the fence, or any where
else that we could get a good sight of the
fighting going on. We could be in no
more danger in one place than another,
and preferred to be shot out of doors to
have tbe roof come crashing down upon
our heads. As for Daisy, who had so
long desired to see a battle, she hung
upon the gate, and being anxious to help
in tbe good cause, handed water to every
thirsty soldier who passed. It was really
strange to see how many of tbcm were
a thirst.
Commonness of interest did away with
ceremony. We frequently asked how
went the fight, and many a soldier,
taking pity on us after seeing our anx?
ious faces, tried to cheer us with hopes of
Daisy, who was very j'oung and ro?
mantic, was thrown into ecstacies of ad?
miration over a handsome young cava?
lier, who, half reining in his galloping
steed, with a graceful wave of hie gaunt
leted hand, cried, "Don't be alarmed,
ladies, we will defend you !"
"Oh 1 is he not a brave defender!" she
cried, using a cant phrase of the time.
Soon after there jogged by the rough?
est sort of a cavalryman, who, wishing
to throw in his meed of sympathy,
drawled out in a harsh, nasal voice,
"Skeered, gals ?"
"He is also a brave defender," said I,
as Daisy turned away in disgust.
After two days anxious waiting in
Calhoun for the battle to be over that we
might return home, we learned with dis?
may that Gen. Johnston was slowly re?
treating, and found ourselves numbered
among tbe vast army of homeless refu?
gees. The home we expected to return
to in two days we never saw again for
two years, and then it had been Bwept of
everything and was in ruins.
Journeying on the trains with the sick
and wounded soldiers we at last reached'
M-, where kind friends welcomed
us. Mrs. Mitchell, recovering from her
fright and fatigue, discovered that she
was a war-worn veteran. She also learn?
ed with great surprise that her trip from
home to Calhoun was a far more danger?
ous affair than her disagreeable experi?
ences in that village, and as it was far
pleasanter to think of, she was never
weary of saying to the gaping old ladies
who came to see her, while she gently
fanned herself with the turkey-tail fan,
"And I actually, ma'am, rode eight miles
under fire I"
"And never knew it," I wanted to add,
but didn't.
Mason's Cotton Harvester and the Pros*
pects of its Success.
The autumn of 1884 bids fair to be a
memorable epoch for the Southern States,
not only .because it is likely to bring to
an end the long reign of Eepublican
misrule in our National affairs, but be?
cause it promises to usher into successful
use an invention which will certainly
give a wonderful impetus to our great
agricultural industry, and may bring
about a peaceful revolution iu our sys?
tem of field labor. We refer to the new
cotton picking machine, known as Ma?
son's Cotton Harvester. The multitude
of inquiries about it that reach us from
all parts of tbe South shows how wide?
spread is the public interest in the suc?
cess of the invention.
Tbe opening bolls will in a few weeks
spread "the snow of Southern summers"
over our fields, and before the close of
the present month it is hoped that there
will be abundant opportunity for the
final test of the new Harvester. Since
the last crop waB gathered no time has
been lost and no endeavor has been
spared by tbe Company which owns the
patents to prepare for this crop a ma?
chine which would satisfactorily do tbe
work of picking the cotton from the
plant and take place of the expensive
and tedious process of hand labor. Sev?
eral machines of slightly varying styles
have now been completed and are ready
to straddle the cotton rows. At the
close of the last season Mr. Mason had
succeeded in perfecting a machine which
would pick ont the open cotton without
injury to the growing plants, or the un
matured cotton bolls and blooms. This
machine, which was tested in the pres?
ence of large numbers of planters, dem?
onstrated that tbe principle which was to
solve tbe great problem had been discov?
ered. The mechanical application of
the principle at that time was not per?
fectly satisfactory to Mr. Mason. It was
too complicated and costly, and in other
respects needed improvement. Tbe
conveyors which remove the cotton from
the boxes, where it is deposited by the
picking stems, were not of sufficient ca?
pacity to remove the cotton as fast as it
was picked. To remedy the defects of
construction and to simplify the machine
has been the aim of Mr. Mason's work
during the past six months. The coming
tests will best sbow how completely he
has succeeded in this difficult task. Tbe
machine is now quite light, weighing
only about 800 pounds, and is shapely as
well as handy. Yet it is so strong that it
cannot easily get out of order, and its
manipulation requires no other skill than
the knowledge of how to drive a horse or
mule. Until the test shall have been
made it is impossible to say what tbe
capacity of the machine wiU be. Its
inventor is confident that it will harvest
4,000 pounds of seed cotton in a day of
ten hours.
After the first tests, which will be
made near the company's shops at Sum
ter, S. C, it is likely that tests will be
made in different parts of this State and
other cotton-growing sections. A letter
from the Treasurer of the World's Ex?
position at New Orleans says that, in
compliance with a suggestion made by
the Cotton Harvester Company, the
Director-General will appoint a commit?
tee of competent judges to witness a trial
of the Cotton Harvesting Machine at
such time and place as shall be desig?
nated by the Harvester Company. This
arrangement has been made in order that
the real merits of the machine may be
conclusively demonstrated. In Decem?
ber, when tbe Exposition will open, and
in January when it will probably be only
fairly organized and largely attended,
the cotton in the fields will not be in
favorable condition for picking. Such
cotton as might be preserved on the
plants for tbe purpose would be wind
tossed, Btained and full of trash. Wbat
the Cotton Harvester Company desires to
demonstrate is that their machine is
specially adapted for gathering the cotton
at precisely the same time that it is
picked by hand. To demonstrate this it
is likely that some time about the middle
of October will be fixed for the test.
The committee will then have every op?
portunity of examining the work per?
formed by the machine upon the cotton
plants when filled with blooms, forms,
unripe bolls and open bolls. Whatever
award the judges may decide to make
can be made during the Exposition, and
a machine will, of course, be on exhibi?
tion as part of the South Carolina ex?
The deep interest which is felt through?
out the South in Mr. Mason's work is
shown by the large number of prominent
gentlemen who travel long distances to
visit tbe shops in Sumter to see it. They
come, incredulous that the machine will
ever succeed in the practical work of
picking cotton ; but they go away con?
vinced that its success is assured. The
maguitude of the results of tbe solution
of the problem which has baffled the in?
genuity of inventors for half a century
is hard to overestimate. The complete
practical success of the Cotton Harvester
means that tbe Southern States can and
will raise the cotton for tbe world at a
cost at least forty millions of dollars less
than it now costs to produce it. No
wonder that the outcome of Mr. Mason's
modest machine-shop in Sumter is watch?
ed by the whole South with uager and
impatient gaze I?News and Courier.
? The young man who used to sing
"I fear no foe" before he was married,
now says, "I cannot sing tbe old songs."
? A young girl began to sing: "Lis?
ten to the mockiDg bird," and everybody
in the room rushed out to fiud a mock?
ing bird to listen to.
? "In what condition was the patri?
arch Job at the end of his life V asked
a Sunday School teacher of a quiet look?
ing boy at the foot of tbe class. "Dead,"
calmly replied the boy.
? The following idvertisement ap?
peared in au Edinburg paper?"For sale,
a handsome piano the property of a
young lady who is leaving Scotland in a
walnut case with turned legs."
? An Irish Judge had a habit of beg?
ging pardon on every occasion. One day
as be was about to leave the bench, the
officer of the court reminded him thr.t
be bad not passed sentence of death on
one of the criminals as be had intended.
"Dear me 1" said his lordship. "I beg
his pardon?bring him up."
Coirespondcnce of the Intelligencer.
Some writer has said that if we should
speak of the "Old Castle of Heidelberg"
as the "old stone house on huckleberry
hill," many of the poetic and romantic
associations would be lost, although the
literal meaning would remain tbe same ;
and while this rriay be true to a certain
extent, (Lho word Heidelberg meaning
nothing more than "huckleberry moun?
tain,") yet it is also true that for one who
has ever had the pleasure of seeing this
grand old castle?the finest ruin in Ger?
many?no change of name can ever
change or obliterate the memory.
The city of Heidelberg is most delight?
fully situated in the narrow valley of the
Neckar, just at its junction with the val?
ley of the Rhine; and the castle, which
for several centuries was the seat of the
Palatine, and was regarded as one of the
most impregnable fortresses of Europe,
overhangs the valley on the South side
of the river, and about 300 feet above
the city. It consists of numerous towers
and other defensive works, together with
the remains of the palaces which were
built and occupied at different periods in
its history, the whole protected by a
moat not less than fifty feet in width and
from thirty to forty feet in depth, the
main entrance being formerly over a
drawbridge aud through a narrow pas?
sage in a watch tower, closed by a mas?
sive portcullis, whose threatening iron
points can still be seen above our heads
as we enter. One of the most important
towers was blown up by the French in
1C89 and so great was the strength of the
masonry that a large portion of the wall,
nearly twenty feet in thickness, fell out?
ward without crumbling and still lies in
the moat, a monument to the skill of the
masons who erected this mighty fortress.
Nearly a hundred years later the castle
was struck by lightning and since that
time no attempt at restoration has been
made. In one of the cellars is the cele?
brated "tun" or wine cask, the largest
ever constructed. It is as large as a
small house, having a length of thirty
two feet, a vertical diameter of twenty
six feet and a horizontal diameter of
twenty-two feet and holding about 00,
000 gallons or nearly 1,600 barrels. It
was built more than one hundred years
ago and has been filled several times,
but is at present unused.
About 700 feet above the castle, on
tbe top of tbe mountain, is tbe K?nigs
stuhl, or King's Seat, with a tower which
commands the finest view we have as
yet seen in Europe. It includes a large
portion of tbe fertile plain of the Rhine
and the valley of the Neckar, with the
rivers winding away to the Northward
until they unite at Mannheim, and on
the East and South the dark unbroken
green of tbe Black Forest, with the
Odenwald, the Suabian and the Taunus
mountains in the distance. Looking
Westward towards the Bhine, the scene
is not unlike that from the Catskill
Mountain House, looking towards tbe
Hudson; but with the added advantage
that here the mountains, although much
lower, rise abrubtly from the plain, while
the point of observation is the highest
for many miles, thus giving an extensive
view of the forests, mountains and valleys
on the North, the East and the South.
Tbe University of Heidelberg is one of
the most famous in Europe, but its build?
ings are in no way commensurate with
its great reputation. The plain, dingy
structures which are pointed out as the
University buildings are in striking con?
trast to the massive and elegant halls
erected by many of the colleges and
universities of America. A majority of
the students are faithful, hard-working
seekers after knowledge, but duelling
and dissipation constitute tbe amusement
of too large a portion. The duelling is a
mere farce, slender swords being used,
sharpened only at tbe point, while the
upper portion of the face and the chest
are protected with a wire screen. A fenc?
ing master stands by the side of each of
the contestants to ward off any blow that
may seem dangerous, and the sham fight
goes on until one or the other has received
a wound, usually in the lower part of the
face, the scar from which will form an
honorable (?) record of university life.
We saw some dozens of these disfigured
faces about the city, while others whose
wounds had not yet healed were going
about with their countenances plastered
up as though they had been enjoyiug an
interview with a belligerent cat.
Baden Baden, about two hours' ride
Southward from Heidelberg, is, we were
informed by the clerk of our hotel there,
"the prettiest place in Germany;" and
after a few hours spent in looking over
its attractions we were not inclined to
dispute his statement. It is situated in
a lovely valley, surrounded by wooded
hills just at the edge of the Black Forest;
and shares with Wiesbaden the honor of
being one of the two most popular
watering places of Europe. Its Cursaal
is much finer than that of its rival and
was built years ago by tbe lessee of the
gambling privilege; but for twelve years
public gambling has been prohibited
throughout Germany and with it has
gone much of the glory of Baden. The
good old times, when "things were
lively," are remembered with longiug by
many of the old habitues of the place, as
well as by the shop-keepers whose coffers
were enriched by the flood of gold so
recklessly poured into the city. It still
has many attractions, however, in its
parks, its concerts, etc., and is visited
annually by thousands. The waters,
like those of Wiesbaden, have been
famous ever since the old Roman days
and the chemical ingredients are about
the same as those of the latter place.
They are used for almost every ailment,
real or imaginary. Fat people drink
that they may become lean and lean peo?
ple drink that thoy may become fat. Sick
people drink that they may become well,
and if well people are fools enough to
drink, we see no good and sufficient
reason why they should not become sick.
It is an amusing sight at about five or
six o'clock in the morning, to see hun?
dreds, both sick and well of both sexes
making their way to the "Trickhalle"
where the waters from all the springs are
collected and struggling with one or more
glasses of the Bickening stuff. Thinking
that some of tbe readers of these letters
might wish to sample some of these
famous waters, we have secured "at
great expense," the following recipe,
which, by both analysis and syuthesis,
has been proven correct to the thirtieth
decimal: To fourteen gallons of rain
water, two weeks old, add two quarts of
soft soap and five pounds, sixteen ounces
of common salt. Boil until done and
when it has cooled to a temperature of
about 150 degrees, try a glass of it and if
you like it you have our permission to
come to Baden Baden aud drink all you
Strasburg, the ancient capital of the
province of Alsace and for nearly 200
years in the possession of France, but
wrested from that country during the
Franco-Prussian war, is located in the
midst of a fertile plain, which surrounds
the city for many miles on every side.
It has a population of about 90,000 and
is strongly fortified. The Cathedral,
with it wonderful astronomical clock, is
the principal attraction of the city and
is well worth a visit. It was commenced
in 1015 and the structure as it stands at
the present completed in 1439. The
original plan contemplated the building,
of twin spires similar to those since
erected on the Cologne cathedral; but
only one was built thus detracting much
from the appearance of the facade. It is
310 feet in length (80 feet less than tbe
structure at Cologne) with a nave 100
feet in height and a tower which is often
incorrectly stated to be the loftiest in
Europe, it being 465 feet high, or 46
feet lower than the great spire of Cologne.
The astronomical clock is built on the
floor in the South transept, and is one of
the most complicated pieces of mechanism
j ever constructed. It is the result of
twenty years of labor, fifteen of which
were devoted to the plans and calcula?
tions and five to tbe actual construction
of the machinery by the inventor. It is
only about fifty years old, having been
built to replace one which was destroyed.
Besides showing the hour of the day, the
day of the week, month, etc., it gives the
church festivals, the position of the earth
and much other valuable astronomical
information, and is calculated to follow
the calendar correctly for 999 years. Its
display of puppets is one of its great
attractions, and they certainly show great
ingenuity on the part of the inventor.
The principal display takes place at noon,
when figures representing the twelve
apostles pass before an image of Christ,
each bowing in turn, a cock crows, a fig?
ure of Time turns an hour glass and va?
rious other puppets and images take part
in the exhibition. The view from the
spire of the cathedral or from the plat?
form on which the missing tower was to
have been built, is an admirable one, in
eluding the city surrounded by a com
plete circle of fortifications, with the vast
plains beyond. A large number of
storks, being protected by the laws of the
city, build their nests on the tops of the
chimneys of many of the bouses, and
from the cathedral dozens of these awk
ward birds may be seen.
The Falls of the Ebine was the next
point on our programme and were reach?
ed by us from Strasburg by passing over
the Black Forest Railway, a road which
is regarded as one of the triumphs of
modern engineering. It runs for many
miles over the densely wooded hills of
this romantic region, the dark green of
the forests and not any foul deeds of
blood, furnishing the reason for giving it
the uncanny name which it bears. The
alleged falls, which are spoken of as "the
most imposing in Europe," are located at
Neuhausen, three miles west of Schaff
hausen, and an American may be par
doned should be indulge in a quiet smile
at the doubtful majesty of the affair. It
is a mere cascade, the river making a
descent of about sixty feet, flowing over
the rocks on one side at an angle of
about 45 degrees and on tbe other at
about half that inclination. Of course
the water is dashed into foam as it is
hurled downward, and in the absence of
anything better, the "falls" might be re
garded as "very pretty." Nearly in the
centre of the fall rises a steep, rocky is?
land which can be reached by a boat
from below, and from the top the best
view is obtained. If you can imagine
that the rock is'ftbout to be washed away
by the rush of the waters you may be
able to arouse some enthusiasm over "the
most imposing falls of Europe."
From Neubausen, a short ride brings
us to Lake Constance, one of the largest,
but not tbe most beautiful of the Swiss
lakes. On the north and northeast its
shores are low and flat, but farther south
the mountains rise around it and give it
some fine bits of scenery. We cross
from Constance to Friedrichdhafen, on
the northeastern shore, and from thence
recross to Bomansborn, at which place
we again take the train for Zurich,
where, on the shore of the beautiful lake
of that name we spent a "day of rest."
A Train Rons Away Down the Moun?
Last Monday afternoon, 4th inst., an
accident of a very thrilling nature oc?
curred on the Ducktown branch of the
Western North Carolina Railroad, re?
sulting in the wreck of a construction
train, the destruction of a trestle and the
death of Conductor Wyun, who was in
charge of the train at the time of the
accident, aud who refused to jump from
the moving cars as all the others did.
Our information is that on the evening
in question a material train was slowly
ascending a steep grade up a mountain
side, and when about midway up the
grade a coupling pin broke, or a bumper
pulled out, detaching the train from the
engine. The train was a heavy one, and
the moment it broke loose from the en?
gine it commenced a wild runaway down
the mountain side. The force of con?
struction hands, the brakemen and train
hands leaped from the train as it started
down the mountain and all escaped un?
hurt. Only one man remained on the
flying train, and he was the heroic Cap?
tain Wynn, the conductor of the train,
who leaped to a brake wheel and bent
his every energy to check the speed of j
tbe train by the application of the brake.
But his efforts proved unavailing. At
each revolution of the wheels the speed
of tbe train increased. It was a thrilling
spectacle to see the runaway cars streak
ing down the iron pathway with one
solitary man on board?the courageous
Wynn, his back bent to tbe brake wheel
and his hair streaming in the wind. A
short distance down the road was a trestle
spanning a stream, and it was here that
disaster overtook the train and its occu?
pant. Just as the cars ran on tbe trestle,
the wheels jumped the track and in an
instant the trestle was demolished and
the cars tumbled one upon tbe other in
a general wreck. The train bauds real?
ized what had occurred as soon as they
heard the crash, and they hastened in
the direction of the trestle to find that
all was a wreck. The first thought was
for Capt. Wynn, and they set to work at
once in the endeavor to rescue him from
the debris, but it was some time before
his body was reached. He was found
under one of the cars and when pulled
out was still alive, but hopelessly crushed
and bruised. Both his legs were broken
badly, the fractures extending almost to
his hip joints, and theio were other
bruises and contusions about his body.
The physicians, who were quickly sum?
moned, pronounced his injuries fatal.
He was carried to a house near by where
every attention was paid him until his
death, which occurred a few hours after?
wards.? Charlotte Observer.
? "How many drams make a pint?"
asked a school teacher. "Four," yelled
a boy, springing up. "How do you make
that?" asked the astonished teacher;
"the table says it takes 128." "Well, it
don't take but four at our house, 'cause
I often heard man say that when she
wanted to make a pint with the old man,
she gave him about four drams and then
she was solid." Such reasoning broke
the teacher down.
Turm; His Attention to unitary Boys.
Wha. a pleasant thing it is?the re?
union of array comrades. I believe there
are more of them both North and South
this year than any year since the war.
There is a sad, sweet pleasure about it,
and there is nothing wrong or demoraliz?
ing, and I hope the boys in blue and tbe
boys in gray will keep it up as long as
there is a quorum left. The quorums of
some of the companies are getting very
small, for there is an enemy to human
life that is surer of his mark than cannon
ball or shot or shell. Old father time is
slow, but he is sure. Speaking of quo?
rums reminds me of a faithful soldier, a
Jew, a very humble and patient Jew,
who joined a company from Borne and
was received under protest, for he was
frail and feeble, and had never made any
demonstration of courage or patriotism.
That man hardly ever saw anything?
rarely smiled even at the camp-fire jokes,
but he was as true as steel. He never
went to hospital, never asked for a fur?
lough, never was well, never was sick,
never straggled on the march, never
missed a battle, and never boasted of
anything he did. I remember that when
his company were badly cut up and badly
demoralized, and a forced march was
ordered, the regiment was suddenly halt?
ed for review, and when his company
was called for to be inspected the faithful
Jew stepped forward and presented arms.
"Where is your company, Mr. Jonas?"
said the commanding officer. Jonas
made an humble salute and replied,
"Colonel I ish de kumbuy." I was
'ruminating over these things the other
day when I was in Barks County and
heard that the Banks County Guards
were to have a reunion. I wish I could
have stayed to see it and enjoy it. I re?
call the time when the Banks County
Guards made such a sensation in the
Virginia army on account of the peculiar
politeness of their captain. Captain
Caudler was a born Chesterfield and
neither the rules nor the rigor of war
could shake or modify his instinctive
politeness. "Gentlemen of the Banks
County Guards, you will please to right
"Gentlemen of the Banks County
Guards I thought that I ordered you to
look to the right and dress but doubtless
you did not hear me, so I will repeat the
order, gentlemen of tbe Banks County
Guards you will please look to the right
and dress."
"Gentlemen of the Banks County
Guards, I have just received a communi?
cation from Colonel Semmes saying that
he will send Major Harris down at 2
o'clock to exercise you in the drill and
other military tactics. I would liko to
ask you gentlemen if it is your pleasure
to be drilled by Major Harrison ?"
Bill Cbaston says that about this time
a great big bearded private who was a
bell weather among tbe boys and was
leaning up against a tree, locked his arms
over his head and gaped and yawned as
he replied, "no captiGg I dont believe I
feel like drilling this evening. We will
let the colonel know when we feel like it."
Military terms and military tactics
were altogether unknown to the moun?
taineers and their officers, but they did
the best they could and were always
?eady for a fight. When Captain Caud?
ler wanted his company to advance a few
paces to the front he always said "Gen?
tlemen of the Banks County Guards I
will thank you to step this wsy." But
in due time they became familiar with
right oblique and file left and counter?
march and charge and fix bayonets and
all the other orders except fall back and
retreat, and no company in Colonel
Semmes, command stood higher for cour?
age and patriotism than the Banks Coun?
ty Guards. Long may the remnant live
to honor their country, and long may
Captain Candler live to command them
in peace as faithfully as he did in war.
I see that many ot the regiments have
presented their banners, their tattered
and torn and faded banners, and it is
now lawful for the boys to plant the old
colors in their midst and do homage to
them and there are none to "molest or
make us afraid.
That is a good sign, a sign of returning
reason in tbe minds of our masters. I
remember well when it was not tolerated.
I remember when the young folks of
Borne had some tableaux in t'.e city hall
to raise money to put the pews back in
the churches, the pews that Sherman's
men had taken out"to make pontoons of
and kindle their camp fires. They bad
a battle scene on the stage and set up an
old confederate flag in the corner.
Do la MeBa was there, tbe command?
ant of the post. He was half French
and half Spanish, half fooi and half dog
and would have made a splendid priest
in old Spanish inquisition. When he
saw the flag he left the hall in a towf r of
rage. Next morning be put all the
prominent persons connected with the
tableaux under arrest and threatened to
put tbe girls in jail but he was afraid.
I was lord mayor of the little town at
that time and as in duty bound wrote to
General George H. Thomas at Louisville,
Kentucky, and told him frankly all about
it and asked for the discharge of the
young men.
The reply that I received in due time
reminds me of Logan's letter of accep?
tance. It is a splendid bloody shirt, I
have it now before me and will give an
extract just to show where we stood in
Febuary, 1867. I had written him as
humble as a dead nigger. I told bim
that our people in Borne had in good
faith accepted the situation, and tbe boys
intended no insult by the display of the
The answer says, "If your people have
ordinary intelligence they misunderstand
their present status, which is that the re?
bellion is a huge crime embodying all
the crimes in the decalogue. It has been
conquered and disarmed and its very
name and emblems are hateful to the
people of the trusted States, and he must
be indeed obtuse who expects to be
allowed to parade before the eyes of loyal
people that which they execrate and
"Your excuse that the young men did
not know it was wrong is too puerile to
answer. They know well enough what
is right in such matters without waiting
to be warned by orders from these head?
"The sole cause of this offence is that j
the citizens of Borne have not accepted
the situatiou which is that the civil war
was a rebellion and those engaged in it
are rebels, and rebellion is treason, and
treason is a crime, a heinous one, deserv?
ing of punishment, and that you rebels
have not been punished is owing to the
magnanity of your conquerers, with
many of you, the war is called a revolu?
tion and rebels are called confederates
and loyalists to the union are called
d-d yankees and traitors and over
the whole great crime with its accursed
record of slaughtered heroes and patriots,
you are trying to throw the gloss of re?
"As however, it is pretended by you that
the persons arrested were so innocent as
not to know that it was wrong for un?
punished traitors to glory in their shame
and plant the symbol of their crime in
the face of the country they will be re?
leased from confinement with the under
standing that no act of treason will
hereafter pass unnoticed, and may they
and all others profit by the lesson they
have received.
Wm, D. Whipple.
Asst. Adjt. Gen.
That is very nice and affectionate and
well calculated to make good union men
of those boys, wasent it? Thank the
Lord we have survived such bitterness
and tyranny, and if it was not for such
men as Logan, who continue to hate and
abuse us, our whole country would be at
peace. Bill Abp.
The Ridiculous Position of Two Promi?
nent Men.
Judge William Carter, of Sbeboygan,
and Judge Caswell Marks, of Selma, ?
were both natives of Lexington, Ky. In
boyhood tbey had jammed the same cat's
head into the same milk pitcher, stolen
peaches from the same tree, got trouueed
by the same farmers, were otherwise en?
viously intimate friends, afterwards
chums at college and then errand boys in
the same office. Later in life they parted
and rose to sublime honors in their sep?
arate places. Last January they met for
the first time since their parking, in Lex?
ington, and brewed a convivial bowl in
honor of the event. About midnight,
full of affection and enthusiasm, they re?
tired in the same bed. It was a huge
affair, standing in tbe middle of the room
and capable of being drawn up by rones
to the ceiling while the room was being
cleaned. It was a very cold night and
they placed their clothing upon the foot
of the bed. Just after they fell asleep
four friends entered softly, drew the bed
by the ropes nearly to the ceiling, and
left them thus suspended about ten feet
from the floor. They then locked the
door outside and retired.
At 3 a. m. Judge Carter woke with
that species of thirst which usually comes
after Kentucky punck and technically
known as "hot coppers." Leaping light?
ly out of bed to get the ice pitcher, he
went whirling down ten feet, alighting
with a soul-stirring thump on all fours.
There was a long and painful pause.
Then he peered up and through the
darkness and called:
(No reply.)
"Oh, Caswell!"
(Feeble cries.)
"Caz 1"
"Eh ??urn ??what ?" The Judge was
"I've fallen through a trap!" yelled
the now frightened Judge, "get up and
light a candle!"
"Where are you ?" asked Judge Car?
ter, sleepily, framing his opinion that his
honorable brother was drunk.
"Down here; fell through a trap!
Don't get out on my side of the bed I"
"All right!" And Judge Marks,
springing out on his own side, turned
three somersaults and landed on his
back. Both were now convinced that
they were in a den of thieves, and per?
haps would be murdered. Tbe jokers
bad closed the heavy wooden shutters so
that no light could enter, and removed
the furniture.
The Judges groped around on their
hands and knees, nearly frozen to death,
and only at daybreak discovered the bed,
climbed into it, and got warm enough to
talk the thing over.
There were recently two temperance
societies started under glorious auspices.
The headquarters of one is at Selma, the
other at Sbeboygan.
Grant as a Historian.
I found Gen. Grant in his library,
among a mass of papers and books, bard
at work on his History of the Siege of
Vicksburg, one of a series of works on
tbe civil war. which, when finished, will
doubtless give to the world an impartial
and thorough history of that great epoch
in our nation's life. So buried was he in
bis work that when I began talking with
him his answers were in military style;
but he-aftcrwards spoke as earnestly as
if he were g?ving an o/der just before
some great battle. By and by he quieted
down and related an incident of the
siege before entirely unknown to me. In
a well modulated tone he said in his own
characteristic way:
"The order was given to fire the mine
and immediately after tbe fuse blazed
brightly. The next instant a terrific ex?
plosion occurred and human beings were
seen to shoot high into tbe air. Some of
them fell to the earth fearfully mangled,
while others, wonderful it is to relate,
fell back alive, but with terrible wounds.
Among those who escaped death was a
robust colored man who had been en?
gaged on the Confederate side as a miner.
He was iu the mine at tbe time the order
to fire was given, but had not reached
deep enough when the explosion took
place, and, in consequence, he was blown
high into the air. He fell on a pile of
earth unhurt. He was first taken into
my headquarters, where he gave the offi?
cers present full information aL?out the
construction and location of the Confed?
erate shaft and his experience while in
the air. When asked how far he thought
he bad gone up be said: "Oh, Lord o'
mas8a, I went up 'bout three to five
miles, but I done thank the Lord He
landed me w: thin the Yankee lines."
Here the great soldier laughed as
heartily as if the incident bad occurred
only yesterde.y. I was very glad to find
him in euch a cheerful mood, as his late
business troubles must have worried him
considerably. He is forgetting them
now, I think. He has finished the Battle
of Shiloh and he will soon write, from a
strictly impartial standpoint, an account
of Lee's surrender at Appomattox.?
From a Long Branch Letter.
A Pitiful Catastrophe.
Augusta, Augusts?Last night about
1 o'clock Mr. John B. Carter, a well
known citizen of Augusta, was awakened
by mosquitoes under his net. He got up,
lit a kerosene oil lamp, went back to the
bed and began to brush out tbe mosqui?
toes. While doing this he struck his foot
against something and stumbled. The
lamp was broken against tbe bedpost and
the hot oil, falling on Mr. Carter, took
fire and burned fiercely. In a mo meat
he was completely enveloped invthe
flames. His cries aroused bis wife, who
made every effort to extinguish _ the
flames, and in this she was soon assisted
by other members of the family and
neighbors who rushed in. When, how?
ever, the fire was finally put out it was
found that Mr. Carter was horribly burn?
ed. His entire body in fact was burned
to a crisp and he suffered terrible agony
nntil bo died, about 7 o'clock this morn?
ing, retaining consciousness to the last.?
Mr. Carter was GO years of age and a_
prominent citizen of Augusta. He was
for several years a member of tbe drug
firm of Barrett & Carter, and at tbe time
of bis death was bookkeeper for J. H,
Alexander, druggist. He was much
liked and esteemed.
? A New York paper says "heels are
lower this season." Heals are high as
ever here; the doctors charge two dollars
a visit.

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