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BRIDGE BURNER, H S' ■t A Civil War Story. By F. A. MITCHEL. fCopyright, 19X0, by American Press Asso elation.] ELLO! You Itoy, there!" A boy about twelve years old hoeing In a field dropped his hoe and came to the rail fence that divided the field from the road. A company of cavalry with one piece of artillery was waiting for him at the head their captain. It was he who had called the boy. Th$ little fel low climbed the fence, sitting on the top rail with a leg on each side of it His trousers were rolled nl>ove the knees, his brown legs were covered with Georgia clay, his forehead pro traded from a rent in a dingy straw hat. no coat covered his galluses, and there was not much shirt. One thing contrasted with the rest—an in telligent coun tenance and pair of earnest, restless eyes. "Seen any Con federates around here t o d a y asked the officer. "I? Seen any rebels? No, "Why do you call them reb els?" "Dunno, on less that's what pop calls 'em." "Your pop's Union?" "Yes; so 'm 1." It wns a sum mer afternoon. A "sef\ any conikder- mlkl breeze was aies AiiouND UK he blowing over the today; plantation, not yet disturbed by war. The officer, un mindful of the peaceful scene, sat on his horse thinking of some matter evl dently of great importance to him. "How far is it to the bridge?" he asked the boy. " 'Bout five mile. "Straight road?" "Waal, to go thar from hyer you uns 'll have to foller this road that n-way" —pointing—"fo' a matter o' ten min utes, tlieu cross the branch by the ford to the left and through a smart, stretch o' timber. Then you" "Come along and show us the way. Get up here behind me. The officer lifted the boy to a seat behind him and gave the order, "For wa rd !" "Haven't heard of nny soldiers be ing at the bridge, have you?" "No." "How long since you have heard from it?" "Pap must 'a' come across it yistiday on his way from the postoffice. lie didn't say nothin' about sogers thar." These bluecoats were the tip of the right flank of Sherman's foremost ad vance. They had been ordered to de stroy a bridge provided the Confeder ates had not guarded it. If they were there the captain had orders to drive them away to effect his purpose. "Can we see the bridge," he asked the boy, "before we get to it?" "Yes; from the lop of a hill a couple of miles this side." When they reached the crest Indi cated there beneath them in the dis tance was a wooden bridge. The cap tain brought his fieldglasses to bear and saw that it was not guarded. But scattered about on the un dulating ground between him and It were clusters of white tents. He uttered an ex clamation of dis appointment. "They would eat up our little force." he said to one of his lieu tenants. "1 see no artil lery, and we've got a gun," re plied the other. "The gun will only hinder us. If we attack we'll have t o "thk 1-itti.e kascai. make a dash." has started it." "What y' want to do?" asked the boy. The captain made no reply. He was absorbed in thinking of some way to carry out his object even if he lost every man in his command. The lieu tenant told the boy that they wished to burn the bridge. "I wonder." said the little fellow thoughtfully, "if I could do it." The captain turned sharply to the proposer of this remarkable plan. A boy to do what armed troops dare not try to do! How the urchin succeeded in win ning consent to his plan the captain himself, who tells the story, cannot give a satisfactory account. Combus tibles had been brought along, and the most fiery and compact of these were concealed about the boy's person. A bundle of pitch pine was also given him, which in itself would not at tract attention in a region where pine is plenty. The captain took his little emissary as far as he dared, then set him down to proceed without attract ing attention, gave him a hug and bade him goodby with a fervent "God bless you. my boy!" Then the officer re turned to the hilltop and watched. m « BS CAMP OF FRENCH'S BRIGADE, VIRGINIA, 1864. An hour later a light smoke cloud rose from the bridge. "By jingo," he exclaimed, "the lit tle rascal has started it anyway." "You mean the little hero," said the lieutenant. "All now depends upon their not discovering the fire till it is too late." A tongue of flame flashed up and was followed by another. Then there was a hurrying in one of the camps, and in a few minutes a dozen men mounted and rode to the bridge. Mean while a volume of smoke mingled with flame rose from the bridge and floated slowly away. Then figures, minute from a distance, were seen trying to quench the fire. But they had nothing to work with. The bridge burned on, broke In the middle and fell into the streu m. The work accomplished, the captain sent his force back under command of the lieutenant to report the fact to his superior, lie remained with a view of getting tidings from the little bridge burner. Darkness was setting In Yvlien a spot appeared down the road. It moved but slowly. Sudden ly the captain started to meet It. The boy bridge burner staggered toward him and fell i n to his arms. Then he noticed that the little fellow's FEi.i, into ms arms, dotblng was cov ered with blood. A Confederate had shot him, not knowing that he was a child, just as he was disappearing in some bushes after accomplishing bis work. The little bridge burner recovered. He was too young to enter the Union army, but the government educated him to command men in its next war. POULTRY IN HIS BASS DRUM. Unlucky Drummer Had o Share His Prize With the Colonel. During the hitter years of tin* war the armies were frequently obliged to make rapid marches without their pro vision trains and at other times were obliged to pass through devastated re gious, where there was not the slight est prospect of obtaining anything in the way of food. As a result of all this the men were constantly devising ways and means of obtaining, secret ing and transporting food about their persons. On one of the marches of the Army of the Cumberland the soldiers had orders not to forage, but as their ra tions were rather low It took sharp watching on the part of the officers to prevent the men from foraging when ever the chance presented itself. On one occasion the bass drummer of one of the regimental bands managed to secure two turkeys and six chickens, which lie secreted in the Interior of his bass drum. When they readied camp that evening the band was or dered out to play for a review that had been arranged on the spur of (lie moment for a distinguished officer who had arrived on a visit. All this hap pened before the bass drummer hud time to remove his live poultry from the inside of his drum, and. of couiVo. when he struck it it gave forth no sound whatever. This exasperated the colonel, who shouted repeuteilly to drum harder. Finally, in a great rage, he came down to where the latter stood pounding for dear life and sweat ing like a field hand. Why in blank, blunk, blank don't you beat that drum louder?" be shout ed. 'Colonel," said the drummer in a voice husky with anguish, "there's two turkeys and six chickens inside this drum, and half of them are for you." 'Well, why in blazes didn't you say so?" tlie colonel replied. "Fall out at once mill go hack to your quarters." As a matter of course the' colonel subsequently shared iu the repast. Rallied by General Steedman. When the line of General Steed man's division of the reserve corps was wavering in the face of the leaden hail at Chickamauga he rode out and took the flag from the color bearer. 'Go back, boys—go back," be ex claimed, "but the flag can't go with you." He was a man of powerful fig ure. The line was strengthened and swept oo against the foe. A MEMORIAL DAY REFLECTION. By ROBERTUS LOVE. 1861 . Ah. there was thrill in the bugle note of the days of sixly-one I "To strife, to strife 1" was the shrill of the fife —to strife of sword and gun I And "Come, oh. cornel" was the call of the drum—come into the crowding ranks And march away to the martial fray by the Rappahan rock's banks ! We were young and erect as we marshaled then for the great repub lic's cause. And we dreamed of fame and a deathless name and the hero's high applause. 1910 . Ah, there is dirge in the funeral note of this Memorial day I And "Death, oh, death!" is the bugle's breath as (he music melts away. But "Come, oh, come I ' is the call of the drum—come into the graveyard lone And the blossoming.tpray as a tribute lay on the soldier's crumbling stone. We are old and bent as we marshal now in the days of our na tion s peace. And we dream no more of the cannon s roar, but of strife's and life's surcease. w MORE "YOUNGEST VETERANS." Recent Discussion Brings Forward Two Under Sixty. That highly interesting hero, the "youngest veteran" of the civil war, continues to bob up serenely now ami then. He seems to be almost if not quite as numerous as the last, survivor of the charge of the Light brigade at Balaklava. The surprisingly large number of men still living who cidist od when mere lads helps to uphold the statement frequently made by indi viduals and proved by the records of the war department that the great conflict was fought and won by boys— young fellows who enlisted In their teens. The records show a preponder ance of such early enlistments. I-ast March a New York paper print ed a brief obituary of the "youngest veteran," who had just died at the age of sixty-two. The editor received a flood of communications from claim ants to that distinction. One modest veteran from Brooklyn, signing him self simply "Cavalry," wrote, "I served two years and six months and am not yet sixty-two." Then F. Blemly, liv ing in another part of Greater New York, giving his birth date as Jan. 31. 1841», came forward with this state ment: "I served under Sheridan and Custer in the Shenandoah valley until the close of the war, and I have a year yet to hang on to the saddle be fore I reach sixty-two." Youngest Veteran Blemly was check mated by Charles Carr of Brooklyn, formerly of Company C, Fourth Ohio cavalry, who said he was born March 13. 18411, nearly six weeks later than Blemly, and "served throughout the Atlanta campaign under General Sher man." From New Jersey came the claim of David W. Ryan, only fifty-nine years old. who served as bugler in Company H, Second New Jersey cavalry. Young est Veteran Ryan seemed to have the pennant, but Michael Donoho of Au burn, N. Y., assaulted his position and captured the standard, being still un der fifty-nine. Born May 27, 1831. Donobo joined D'Eppenvoll's zouaves and went to the front In 1801. After ward lie served with the One Hundred and Forty-ninth New York regiment, being mustered out at Syracuse Aug. 10, 1803. i Youngest Veteran Donoho. according to this record, was only u ten-year-old when he Joined the zou aves and began to wear the baggy breeches and the soft sash belt of that branch of the service. It is highly probable that if this friendly controversy had extended to ibe west there would have boon sever al youthful veterans somewhere around the edges of sixty to lay claim to the honor. m l t r GRANT AT THE FRONT, 1863. A WREATH ON LINCOLNS 1Rj> [Copyright, 1910, by American Press Association.] [/ST year saw Lincoln's triumph. O'er his tomb The century plant of fame burst into bloom, And all the earth was filled with its perfume. JT was most meet that in that selfsame year The skies above his land should wholly clear And the last clouds of section disappear. IpOR that was his own dream. He sought to write But one word—"Union." On the future's height It now is written in eternal light. ^ATHATEVER stress of madness or of crime Shall rack the world, that covenant sublime Is now secure through all the storms of time. ND one who sits toda.y in Lincoln's seat Has made the bonds of union more complete, Has mdtde the naone of union yet more sweet. 'jpHE new time over &.11 the la.nd is born; Over the cotton's snow a.nd silken corn The north a.nd south cla.sp hands a.nd face the morn. £VER blue and gray strew flowers with love's perfume And for a wreath to strew on Lincoln's tomb Weave the word "Union" out of fragrant bloom. mM m ■■'■■■■ r •H - £• V Y .V:* y ■* . N OW grandpa tells a story to the child upon his knee About the great big war that helped to make the nation free, And while she dreams of future days (they'll come so soon, so fast!) The veteran of '61 is dreaming of the past ✓ GRANT BEFORE ' VICKSBURG. An Incident of the Late War Be* tween the States. By J. H. ROCKWELL. [Copyrlffht, 1910, by American Preis Asso ciation.] I N the latter part of 1862, when General Grant was preparing to make a movement by land to reach the rear of Vicksburg, in accordance with the plana he had made for the capture of that city, be. saw that tic did not have a sufficient num ber of men to command success and that it was imperative that he Should lia ve 8.000 or 10,000 more. His plans had been sent to Washington and ap proved, but to his request for men the answer came that he must go ahead wit it tiie force already under, hig com mand. In response to this Grant in formed tlie president that he could not do it, that tlie attempt would end in failure and tlint the expedition Would better be ulmndoned than attempted without re-on forcements. Determined that the war de partment should fully understand the situation, he ordered a former member of his staff, General M. D. Leggett of Ohio, then com manding ono of his brigades, to proceed to Wash ington and lay the whole matter before Mr. Lin coln and the sec retary of war. General Leggett hail a personal ac listened WITH the quulntance with closest attention. Secretary Stanton ami knew there was little hope of changing his mind when once made up and accordingly decided to gain ac cess to the president before the secre tary of war should forestall him by the presentation of the war depart ment side of the case. He therefore called upon the secretary at $ o'clock In the morning of the day after hts arrival and said to him: "Mr. Stanton. I wish you would take me to Mr. Lin coln, Introduce me to him and let me do tlie talking. I don't want you to ruin my case with objections.'* "All right." was the response, and the call Yvas made. General Leggett was permitted to present General Grant's idea as fully and clearly as possiltle, while Mr. Llncolu listened. M hen lie had concluded the presi dent took itiut In hand and gave him tlie most severe and critical cross ex amination lie had ever undergone as to tlie situation In the west, Grant's pur poses, etc. Mr. Stanton added several questions of his own, and when he had ended tlie president quietly remarked. "Well, he must have the troops." "But where will you get them?" ask ed (lie secretary. Turning to General Leggett, the pres ident said, "How many men must ho have?" "Sixteen thousand," General Leggett responded. Turning to the secretary, the presl* deut asked a series of questions as to the disposition of certain forcea not then in tlie field— how many were at Cleveland, hoiv many at Detroit, how many here and bow many there— until he had gone over the available force in tlie west and had demonstrat ed t lint 12,000 or 10,000 troops could lie sent to Grant. Then Mr. Lincoln asked General Leg gett. when lie intended to leave Wash ington. "At 3 p. in.," tlie general answered. "Well, I want you until then," said Mr. IJncoin. A carriage was ordered and the two entered it and were driven to the Sol diers' home, where the president was then living. Of all the questioning and close examinations General Leg gett had ever experienced those of that day were tlie most severe. It must be home in mind that the Grant who was then planning so great mid important a move as the re duction of Vicks burg was not tlie Grant of Appo mattox. hut only of Do nelson anil Henry, and known then to neither Mr. IJn coin nor fame, as in tlie later days. But tlie president w a s determined to learn all he conlil from the witness then present, and as General I.eggett was loyal in heurt as well as in speech -to his chief and had already hail a dawning realization of the great figure Grant was to play In the civil war Ids resjioiises were clear and to the point and visibly Impressed Mr. Lincoln as being as true as they wer« complimentary. General Leggett returned to th« west, aud wheu the Union troops inarched into Vicksburg he had th« honor, although suffering from sever« wounds, to ride into, that city *t th« head of the First brigade, which was granted the privilege of being the first to enter, receive the surrender aaA raise the Union flag. questioning gen* EBAL LEGGETT.