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Stories by the Sergeant, the
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' Before Grant started on Lis Wilder
net campaign a (core of scouts and
ple were aent forward to collect all
possible information, and I was one of
the scoots. The spies took all sorts of
characters and disguises, but the
coats stock to their blue uniforms
ad made do pretense of being other
thaa they were. Capture simply meant
to be held prisoner of war, but as it
also meant Libby prison or Anderson
Wile, yon may be sure that a federal
would take long chances rather than
be gobbled up.
Wbea I had got beyond the neutral
ground and fairly within the confed
erate lines my duty was to see what
troops were moving on the highways.
In other words, it was to find out if
Lee was concentrating at any partic
ular point. I lay for 30 hours in a
thicket beside a highway, and during
hat time about 5,000 troops passed me.
f picked up a word now and then to
help me oat, and would have got away
with a fair report, except for an in
cident which could not be guarded
against. Just after daylight one morn
fng a woman and a dog came along
the road. As it turned out, the woman
was a unionist and bad a son about 13
years old hiding in the woods within
40 yards of me to escape the con
federate service. She had a busket
containing food, and but for the dog
woaid not have dreamed of my pres
ence. The animal scented me as he
passed, and at once came rushing at
ne. To beat him off I had to discover
flsynelf to the woman. At first she was
for running away, but when I had
convinced her that my errand was
with armed troops alone she said I had
ibetier come along and share the
breakfast with her son. He was safe
enough in the brush hut where he was
hiding, bnt after an hour or so I hud
to move on.
It w curious that the dog took
auch an aversion to tne. 1 tried in ev
ery way to make friends with him, but
be would not hnve it. Twice the wom
41 n had to beat him off with a club,
and had I been alone 1 should have
been obliged to shoot him. When I left
the spot he followed me, unheeding
their calls, and though he did not at
tack nr he clung to my trail with sav
age persistency. 1 ninde straight for
the union lines, traversing the v00d3
and skulking across open fields, and
though on a dozen occasions before
night 1 Iricd to play the cur a trick
and end lis life, be was too sharp
for me. An hour after dark, when I
was within a mile of the confederate
outposts. 1 had to toke to the highway
for a fear rods to pass a swamp. No
sooner was 1 in the road than the dog
set np fierce barking at my heels,
and was o savage that I had to stop
and fight him off. The row reached the
ar of a small band of guerrillas who
were being fed at a house at the far
end of the swamp, and four or five of
them were upon me before I had driven
the dog off. 1 was hustled along to the
fioate, and my blue uniform at once
gate me away. Those chaps were full
of basiness. They were out for a foray,
and were about ready to move. I, of
-coarse, demanded my rights as a pris
oner of war, but with a long string of
oaths the leader replied:
"We are not fooling with prisoners.
Stand hitn op against that tree and
riddle VnaP
I was backed up to a big cherry tree,
fastened with a strap around my
waist, and four men named off to shoot
me. These men had to go to their
horse ta pet their revolvers from the
iiolstera. Two of them were ready,
.and srere passing jokes as they waited,
-whea that ear dog came running ,n on
n. He kept springing for my tbront.
nit as mj arms were free I could fight
taint aff. Whea the other two men
were ready they delayed to let the
beast worry me. and for ten minutes
nranraged him to do so. f was bitten
at doara times and about tired out, and
the were rhibblng off the dog Id order
Corporal and th Private. j
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to proceed with the shooting, when a
troop of confederate cavalry came
along and the game was blocked. I
was an enemy, but not one to be shot
down in cold blood. The captain of
the troop interfered at once, and the
result was that I went to Richmond in
stead of Fredericksburg. But for the
flog I should have had no trouble, and
I was therefore somewhat consoled
when one of the guerrillas put a ball
through the animal's head by way of
revenge for having interfered with
their sport.
The Corpornl'a Story.
My brigade was at Kelly's Ford for
about six weeks, and during that time
things were pretty quiet at the front.
We had just got settled down when I
received news from home that my wife
was seriously ill. I got letter after
letter, and she was no better. They
wrote me that there was little hope,
and that she was ever calling my name,
and suggested that I come home if
only for a day. That meant a furlough,
you know, and to get a furlough when
the army was in the field was simply
on impossibility. My officers would not
have forwarded an application even
for a brother. A soldier's home
troubles were left out of the question
altogether, as was to be expected. I
told my story to the captsja. but he
shook his head. One c-f Lis children
had died a few days before, but he had
r.ot even hinted at leave of absence.
Our brigadier cou!J not have got leave
for 24 hours had the earth opened and
swallowed up his all.
I was second corporal of my cdm
pnny and stood well with the captain.
I was regarded as a very steady man
and had a good record, and promotion
was sure if I did not get killed. I wor
ried along for a few days, hoping every
letter would bring me better news, but
us things did not change for the better
1 became morbid and despondent. One
night the thought came to me to de
xert and reach home as soon as possi
ble. If anyone else had suggested it I
should have knocked him down, but
within an hour I had come to foci that
it was my duty to go. Desertion meant
disgruce and perhaps death, but that
didn't count with me as against see
ing my wife before it was too late.
I quietly mode arrangements to be
off. 1 knew just where the sentinels
and outposts were stationed, and an
hour after dark I had made a safe es
cape from the camp. I had picked up
r citizen's suit before leaving, know
ing that I could not even reach Wash
ington as a soldier without a pass.
After getting fairly clear I turned off
the roud and entered the woods to
change my clothes. It was a starlight
night, and one could have identified
the features of a person 30 feet away.
I had shifted into the other suit, and
was rolling up my uniform to hide the
bundle, when I happened to look up,
r.nd there before me, not over five feet
nway, was a ghostly figure. I say
ghostly because it was clothed or
araped in white from head to heel. It
was the face and figure of a woman.
The face was as white as chalk, and
even before I was sure it was a figure
of some sort the chills were going up
and down my spine. It might have
been half a minute before I straight
ened up and took a good look. That
settled It. If that thing before me
wasn't a ghost, then It surely was no
living thing. My first thought was of
flight, and the only reason I didn't fol
low it was because my knees were go
ing under me. I fell back against a
tree for support, with my heart chok
ing me, and my lips were as dry as if
I hnd gone without drink for days. I
couldn't speak, and the ghost wouldn't,
but after three or four minutes of the
most painful silence she or it slowly
lifted an arm and pointed toward
camp. I didn't wait to pick up the.
bundle at my feet, and as I moved
away the ghost followed. On reach
ing the road I broke into a run, and
the thing followed me almost to the
sentry line. I got safely into camp
and out of my citizen's clothes, and
never a man ever suspected me of a
plan ta desert.
Was it a ghost? Well, what else
could it have been? Was it the spirit
of my dead wife? No! my wife didn't
die. Could it have been any soldier
playing a trick? Tricks of that kind
were never played in war time. Give
it any name you will, but it prevented
me from deserting, saved my good
name, and I have always felt that I
owed it a debt of gratitude.
The Private's Story.
I had a brother in the south when
the war broke out, and as he was young
and hot-headed, I did not doubt that he
would cast his fortunes on that side
and be early in the field. I got no word
from him, and for the first two years
I was at the front on the union side
I used to inquire of all confederate
prisoners I could get at as to Tom.
One day 1 learned that he was a pri
vate in an Alabama regiment, and that
we had been opposed in three different
battles. A month later, as Sherman
began advancing on Atlanta, two com
panies of my regiment were detailed
to guard a bridge. We had a block
house and a dirt fort, and we easily
beat off small detachments of confed
erates who tried to rout us out. One
day, however, a force of four times our
strength suddenly confronted us, and
afterahotflght we lost the fort. Those
of us defending it fell back into the
woods uud kept up a flank fire. The
enemy could not get at us on account
of a big ravine, and the fight finally
degenerated into sharp-shooting.
About 50 men on each side took cover j
behind trees and logs and rocks and
shot to kill.
I was down behind a log. Opposite
me was a confederate behind a tree.
We were after each other, and no one
else. I soon discovered that he had
something better than an army mus
ket, and that he was a dead shot. I
had got la two shots which made him
lie close when he sent a ball through
my hat. It passed four inches above
my scalp, but it made my hair curl
and sent a shiver over me. My next
shot was fired at the man's elbow as
he rested his gun on the side of the
tree, and I saw the cloth fly from hii
coatsleeva. A minute later be gave ms
a bullet which filled my eyes with
dirt, and after cleaning them I crept
along at the end of the log, hoping
to get a (iank shot. The confederate
suspected my little game and shifted
to another tree. I could see a bit of
his right shoulder, however, and
aimed for it. My bullet got so close
to his hide as to burn him, and he be
gan to have more respect for my skill.
All this time there were others firing
away on both sides of us, and a hot
fight raging around the blockhouse. I
had two other confederates in plain
sight frcm where I lay, but I was after
the chap in front. 'It was a sort of
duel, you see, and each felt that his
honor wns at stake. As to its aeing a
murderous business I am agreed,
though a soldier's duty-fa to kill and
take chances of being killed. After my
shot at the fellow'3 shoulder he
dropped to his knees, and then I knew
we both realized the full peril of tho
position. Neither of us could move
head or body a dozen inches without
exposing himself to a fatal shot. We
lay thus for a couple of minutes, and
then I stuck my head out and gave him
a chance at my hat. lie sent a bul
let through it, and I hoped to "get
him" as he lowered his gun to reload.
He was too cute, however. What I
did do was to astonish him. My re
turn bullet struck the barrel of his
gun, glanced from that to the beech
tree behind which he was crouching,
and from the tree knocked the cap
off his head and entered the earth.
That was the last shot fired. As wa
lay watching each other we heard
a great cheering, and presently came
to know that the blockhouse had sur
rendered. That meant that we were
nil prisoners of the confederate force,
As I rose up and stepped out the
sharpshoo;er opposed to. me did the
same thing. After we had looked at
each other for half a minute he began
to approach me. He came slowly on,
r.nd by and by reached me, and held
out his hand and said:
"After your first shot I felt quite
sure of your identity, now are you.
old man, and how's the folks at home?
"And I was all the time wondering
if it were not you," I replied. "Tha
folks are well, and if you have any
thing in that canteen hand it over."
It was my brother Tom, and for half
an hour we had been trying our best
to kill each other.
Deea aa Weapons of War.
There are at least two recorded in
stances in which bees have been used
as weapons of war. When the Roman
general, Lucullus, was warring against
the city of Themlscyra. As the sol
diers besieged the walls the inhabit
ants threw down on them swarms of
bees, and the valiant Romans raised
the siege. These doughty little insects
were also once used with equal success
in England. The city of Chester was
once besieged by Danes and Nor
wegians, but ita Saxon defenders
threw down on them the beehives of
the town, and the invaders fled in dis
may. We wonder what effect such a
defense would have on modern troops?
Moat Remarkable Book.
The most remarkable book in the
world, so far as its appearance is con
cerned, is. neither written nor print
ed. It is in the National library of
Paris, and the letters are cut out of
tissue paper with a pair of scissors.
A sheet of blue tissue, in which the
letters are cut, is placed between two
pages of white, and so the matter it
Where the Rnb Came In.
Millionby I hear that handsome
footman of yours left without warn
ing? Iiillionby Oh, I wouldn't have mind
ed that so much If he'd only.left with
out my daughter. Town Tonics.
The Sandman, O the Sandman,
When he rides Into the town,
Then all the little children
Drop their pretty eyelids down.
They know when he ts coming
And his power cannot withstand,
But still they always wonder
Where the Sandman gets hlssandl
He gallops through the country
And he gallops through the street.
But the busy little children
Never hear his horse's feet.
They never see him scatter
What he holds within his hand,
And that Is why they wonder
Where the Sandman keeps hlssandl
He rides o'er beds of poppies
And he rides o'er fields of hay;
And sure he gathers something
As he gallops on his way, :
To lay upon the eyelids . 1
Of the children In the land,
Who rub their eyes and wonder
How the Sandman gets his sandt
But early In the morning,
When they wake as fresh and new
As pretty little rosebuds,
With their faces washed In dew
Oh, then they are so thankful,
All the merry little band,
That in the wide world, somehow,
The good Sandman finds his sand!
J. Zltella Cocke, In Youth's Companion.
He Does Not Fear the Cold and Very
Frequently Is Found In the
Arctic Reg-Ion.
In St. Nicholas there is an article on
"The Bumble lite," written by Har
ney Iloskin Standish. Mr. Standish
This chunky, hairy, noisy fellow is
king of the cold. He stays with us
summer and winter, and is said to pre
fer the Arctic region to the tropics.
I do not doubt this, for he will sleep
out of doors any cold night of sping or
fall without asking for an extra blan
ket. Indeed, he is homeless for nine
or ten months of the year, lodging
wherever night overtakes him, on a
blossom, a leaf, and even upon the
ground. If he has any choice in the
matter I think he prefers the thistle,
where the spines are thickets. Per
haps he is aware that these stingers
will guard him from the skunk and the
snake while his own are in a body stif
fened by cold and drowsy with sleep.
There are three kinds of bumble bees
reared in a nest; queens, drones and
workers. The queens alone survive
the winter. They apparently spend
the first few weeks of spring waiting
for red clover to bloom, the first blos
som of which is the signal for nest
building. Before this they Visit the
willows, hum a soft bass about the
lilacs, thrust their long tongues into
the honeysuckles and grow fat at the
exhaustless honey jas of the water
leaf, and then the play day ends and
labor begins.
Nest building with them does not
mean nest construction. One bee alone
could not do that: besides she is in a
big, bustling hurry now; she has act
ually seen a clover blossom. Out and
in among the dead, matted grasses of
last year's growth she goes hunting
perhaps for the abandoned nest of a
field mouse. It will be remembered
that these little animals build upon the
surface of the ground soft nests of
grasses, in which they winter. From
these they have runways loading in
different directions. The bee goes
down into the dead grass, scrambling
on as best she may, until she finds one
of these runways, following it up to
the nest. If it is occupied, she goes
elsewhere; if not, the mouse nest
straightway becomes a bee's nest and
the little creatuve begins her prepara
tions for housekeeping.
She now collects a mass of pollen in
which to deposit nn egg. As the egg
hatches and the' bnby bee grows she
keeps this mass moistened with honey,
and he helps himself, eating out a
cavity larger than a white bean. In
this he spins a complete cocoon. When
this is done he takes a long nap, in
which he changes from a grub into a
bumble bee, with wings and legs. Mean
time the parent removes the thin coat
ing of pollen from the upper half of the
cocoon and apparently spreads a yel
low secretion, or varnish, upon it, as
if to keep out moisture. She is also
now busy collecting more pollen and
laying eggs In it and constructing a
rude cell or two in which to place
honey, as if for ,1 rainy day. The first,
bees that hntch ore worker bees, and
lit this time ore downy, pale, and baby
like in appearance and behavior. In
later summer queens and drones are
This Comes from Ronton.
"Where are we going, papa?" asked
a little five-year-old. "To Copp's Hill
burying ground." "Is that where nil
the policemen are buried?" Youth's
A Masaalne Writer Telia of aa Aretia
School Where There Were
Few Text-Books.
Miss Anna Fuloomer writes an
article for the Centary on "The Three
B's at Circle City." Miss Fulconier
The greatest drawbacks to my
school work was the lack of books.
Naturally, most of the children re
quired chart and primer, neither of
which was included in the school out
fit, nor could they be obtained at Cir
cle City. Had there not been a good
blackboard and a plentiful supply of
crayon I scarcely know how I should
have managed. I would group the
little ones about me at the black
board, and make up the. lessons, day,
by day, in both printing and writing.
They liked to write it came easy to
them and each one tried to make his
writing look plainer and neater than
that of his fellows. The little ones
were ambitious to read out of books,
"like the big girls." As I had noHe
for them, they hunted up "books," as
they called them, seizing upon stray
leaves from novels and pieces of
A good many grown girls and boys
were just learning to read. They were
ashamed and awkward at the black
board, and at first did not progress
as fast as the little ones. They made
such uphill work, and was so discourag
ing, that I was afraid I would lose
many of the older ones altogether,
At this juncture, however, the mis
sionary of the Church of England,
wh was stationed for the winter at
Circle City, kindly helped me out by
the loan of a number of books, slates
and pencils. Among these books were
six primers and first readers. How
happy I was to get them, even though
they had to be divided among 28
children! I doubt if such a medley
of books was ever before seen in a
school room; a set of ordinary school
books for intermediate grades, in
eluding a physical geography and a
world's history; English readers,
spellers and little paper-covered arith
metics; 20 pages from "Christy's Old
Organ;" about half of the New Testa
ment; 100 pages from "The Woman in
White;" parts of four other novels;
newspaper scraps and a couple of the
queerest possible little religious
primers, published by a London tract
society. The leaves of some of the
books were yellow with age, having
been taken into that region by some
miners who had studied them 30 or
more yenrs ago. It was amusing to
watch the children spelling out the
words and trying to read in these
scraps of old books and papers.
How Small Amounts of Money Can II a
Made to Produce Really Sur
Iirialng Result.
The following shows how easy it ii
to accumulate a fortune, provided
proper steps are taken. The table
shows what would be the result nt the
end of 50 years by saving a certain
amount each day and putting it at in
terest at the ra.e of six per cent.:
Dally Savings. Result.
One cent j 9
Ten cents '. 9,504
Twenty cents i9,oot
Thirty cents 28,515
Forty cents 3,01f
Fifty cents 47,52(
Sixty cents 57,(ffl
Seventy cents VtiJO
Eighty cents 70,03;
Ninety cents 85,531
One dollar
Five dollars 47D.20S
Neurly every person wnstes enough
in 20 or 30 yeurs, which, if saved and
carefully invested, would make a fam
ily quite independent; but the prin
ciple of small savings has been lost
sight of in the general desire to be
come wealthy. Farmers' Union.
How to Hypnotise a Hen.
Did you ever hypnotize a chicken"
It is a very easy thing to do. Just catch
your hen, piuce it on the floor in front
of you, with its tail toward you. Take
a piece of chalk and draw a straight
line, beginning at a point just under
the hen's head and extending a foot
and a half or more. The bird will fas
ten its eyes on the chalk, and in a
twinkling almost she is unconscious of
anything but this line. You can cuff
her about as much as you please, but
her gaze will immediately return to
the chalk line. Rural World.
The Mouth of the Toad.
Force a toad's mouth open and hold
it in that position, and it will suffo
cate. This is because he has no ribs,
and no way of dilating the chest; there
fcr he must literally swallow air as
though it were food. Forcibly keeping
the cieuture's mouth open causes the
air to pas's into the stomach Instead ol
its lungs. Another oddity is its tongue,
which is hung in the mouth just the re
verse of the human tongue, being at
tached to the front of tht jaw, the loost
nd hanging buck and down the throat
The Oldest Volunteer.
A New York State doctorl aged 109, toI
nteered his services to the Presidjnt re
cently, and expressed a desire to enter tht
trmy as a surgeon. Even at his advanced
years he can read without glasses, and walk
10 to 15 miles a day. The oldest standard
medicine is Hostetter's Stomach Bitters,
which has no equal for indigestion. dYsPeP'
is, constipation, fevers and bad blood, it
strengthens, purifies and vitalizes. One bot
tle does much good.
What Was Going On.
Mother What was going on in the parlor
last night, Madge? ,
Madge (shyly)-Only the engagement
ring, ma. Stray Stories.
The Tendency ot the Ace Is Toward
Mural Decorations.
Probably at no time in the world's history
has as much attention been paid to the in
terior decoration of homes as at present.
No home, no matter how humble, is without
its handiwork that helps to beautify tht
apartments and make the surroundings more
cheerful. The taste of the American peoplt
has kept pace with the age, and almost
every day brings forth something new
in the way of a picture, a draping, a
piece of furniture or other form 01 mural
decoration. One of the latest of these hai
been given to the world by the celebrated
artist, Muville, in a series of four handeomi
porcelain game plaques. Not for years hat
anything as handsome in this line been seen.
The subjects represented by these plaques
are American Wild DuckB, American Pheas
ant, American Quail and English Snipe,
They are handsome paintings and are es
pecially designed for hanging on dining
room walls, though their richness and beau
ty entitled them to a place in the parlor ol
any home. These original plaques have been
purchased at a cost of $50,000 by J. C. Hub
inger Hros. Co- manufacturers of the cele
brated Elastic Starch, and in order to enablt
their numerous customers to become posses
sors of these handsome works of art they
have had them reproduced by a special
process, in all the rich colors and beauty ol
the original. They are finished on heavy
cardboard, pressed and embossed in th
shape of a plaque and trimmed with a heavj
band of gold. They measure forty inchel
in circumference and contain no reading
matter or advertisement whatever.
Until September 1st Mesisrs. J. C. Hubing
er Bros. Co. propose to distribute theM
plaques free to their customers. Every pur
chaser of three ten-cent packages of Elasti
Starch, flat-iron brand, manufactured by J
C. Hubinger Bros. Co., is entitled to receivt
one of these hnidsome plaques free front
their grocer. Old and new customers alikt
are entitled to the benefits of this offer.
These plaques will noi be sent through tht
mail, the only way to obtain them being
from your grocer. Every grocer store in tht
country has Elastic Starch for sale. It is the
oldest and best laundry starch on the mar
ket and is the most perfect cold procesr
starch ever invented. It is the only starch
made by men who thoroughly understand
the iaundry business, and the only starch
that will not injure the finest fabric. It hat
beten the standard for a quarter of a century
and as an evidence of how good it is twenty
two million packages were sold last year.
Ask your dealer to show you the plaques and
tell you about Elastic Starch. Accept no
wbstitute. Bear in mind that this offer
holds good a short time only and should be
taken advantage of without delay.
Called tne Bluff.
There is more than one way to evade tha
tax on bank checks and there ate more ways
than one to collect a bill. A bill collector of
Lincoln called yesterday on. a man who had
been in the habit of putting off payment of
an account. He again objected to making
the payment.
"I would give you a check," he said to the
collector, "if I had a revenue stamp."
"Here is the stamp," said the collector.
I just bought a few for use in cases of
emergency. Give me your check."
The man did not have the courage to re
fuse payment under the circumstances, so
the check was given and stamped then and
there. Bill collectors say they will not
make a regular business of supplying stamps,
but they will always stand ready to call a
bluff. Nebraska State Journal.
When Hot
Don't sweat and fret, but keep cool and
take Hood's Barsaparllla. This is good
advice, as you will find if you follow it.
Hood's Sarsaparilla is a first-cluss sum
mer medicine, because it is so good for
the stomach, so cooling to the blood,
so helpful to the whole body. Make no
mistake, but get only
America's Greatest Medicine.
Hnnd'c Pillc ore Liver Ills; easy to
UUUU 3 rillS take, easy t0 operute.
Remember the name
when you buy
By tht Oman on the south shore, or the
wooded Sound on ine mirth ehore. Bead
Oo. in stamps for "LON 11 1SIAND." an
Illustrated descriptive book. 4 cent for
"BUMMER HOMKrt." a book desorlblng
hotels and boarding bounes on Long
Island, and Sc. for " UN1QUK TAJ Nil
ISLAND." an Ulmtrated book, to H. M.
8MIT1I. Traffic Manager, L. I. it. R.,
Long Island City. New York.
The Best BOCK th" WAR bound and sump
tnously Illustrated (prior ), rmto anybody (tending
tiro annual Embxmptions at (1 each to the Orer!an3
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