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MM! COPPER (OOOTTEY EYEMM NEW Vol. V! Calumet, Houghton County, Michigan, Saturday, February 8, 1896. No 70. PAGES..... .....5 TO 8. V Fa mmm -L. mm, mime v . '"V 1 '!. ABRA1IA3I LINCOLN. A Solillif Story of the War. CY COL. CILnnUT A. riEUCR. r-f i all, gaunt man. witn grizziea beard and hair, d something of the eoldler in his air, lie told to us, In simple phrase, this 6tory About himself, the army, and "Old Glory." m nowadays," said he, "They're talkln' "right smart About the groat Napoleon Bonaparte, toibor day the boys says, 'Uncle Dan. You tell us who vou think the ereatC3t man.' 'I don't know, bovs.' I Bars: 'there's Washington, An' Alexander, an Napoleon, An lota of others, but my way o' thlnkin There's none of 'em como up to Old Abo Lincoln' "For greatness Isn't Jest a beln' stem. JJ Bolenui-like, an' carln' not A dern 'or anho(ly on the top of earth . ccpt yourself, an' thinkln' no one worth The powder 'n lead to blow him out o' sight. "leys he beta right. on you as Jes' 'bout Vndc Abraham could hoe hla "Now, roe J'lth any of Vra nrgyln'. you know. "u" innn. KoniP nn.. ... , .u- .mjj uv niuu u iiaa iuc Of s orhrm old prcphots, when he como to silng 'us English; round IIe J-aa the blggoEt nan on top 0 Cround. " : nn' I guess, tako him all ntuu "Va' !hat thc vaM little .pat wit- Aorth owin' an' South was all a Duf u. . "cui:cni3t3 wns uoln'. ""n g,ot crazy as the rout I 800 ny lest "0al !1 lanip3' Dn ycllc,i PMty quick I got to ho wlln' round 'Com jvv;,:lscn 10 -u n.owns body Diddering tn Uc Krcund. So when Steve Douglas said, right fair and Fquare, That this was treason lurking in me nlr, I run my flag up, an' I says, says I, D Jinks! like old man Adams, 'Live or die, Survive or perish. you can count on me As for the Union an for liberty.' "'An' so Is Billy! says ray wife our Bill. Jest barely turned fifteen, but who could fill The place of any fellor of his size That ever walked beneath Ohio's skies. 'Of course,' I says, 'but Billy he must stay An plow an' sow an' make the corn an hay. I'm still the flghtln member o this firm. Though some 'ay lately I ain't worth a dern. But anyhow, there ain't no use of pray I go and you and Billy do the stay.n . "An then, although somehow the tears would start, I marched away to try and do my part, With little Billy cryin' after me: I want a chance to strike for liberty. "Just then I never thought the time would come When Billy couldn't fairly stay at home. But thinning ranks require new bone an' muscle. An' so recruiting officers must hustle. An' when two years had passed I heard nno ntcht That Billy had enlisted for the f.ght. "God! how 1 watched that boy! Home- times with prlc'.e, Then fearful as ho kept step by my side t . Into the battle-up tho mountain hrL-ht. , Trj lr.g to keep his boyish form In plsht, Braying and somrtimcs swearing too, maybe, When he cxpor.pJ himself too careless- Tor 'boys, romc-hew. with twice the cause to lie, t Seem twice as reckless when a life a to give. "At Vicksburjs. In the charge, tho ras cal pained Tho parapet, tut fell Lack, cruihcd an maimed, Before the sweeping fire of that red hell Jest by the spot where gallant Nevis fell. "I took him in my arms and bore him back Down under shelter, where tho fire was slack. Then called a surgeon, whilo I cried an' swore And dashed myself against the fort once more. "He rallied from that wound an' he an' I Walked side by side on that fourth day o' July When Pemberton begged Grant tho siege to lift An we marched In with arms 'right shoulder shift.' "So time went on, an' wo had stood to gether In lots o' battles an' In wildcat weath er; But, some way, he had never seemed bo sound A'ter the day he got that ugly wound. I used to take the little fellow's place On picket, 'specially when there was a trace Of wandering In his manner or a kind Of strangeness, like ho didn't know his mind. "One night twa3 In the midst of that campaign When skirmishes were dally, an the aim Of Sherman an' cf Hood was, day and night. To get n chance to start a winning flsrht Billy was placed on picket duty, where The danger seemed to hover in the air. Ha had relieved me, strange enough to say, An I had (harped him, ns I came away. To keep h'.3 wits about him an' his eye Wldo open, prUe. Was that boy, marching up an down- bis face With that queer look of gazing Into space, An' not the first Idea of danger near, Or shadow of anxltty or fear. But Just as If his thoughts were far away To where hl3 mother bowud her head to pray. , 'I couldn't stand It, so I took my gun, An' stepping over comrades, one by one. I hurried to the outposts silently, Anxious to find him once again an' see If all went well, an' if It did. why, then I'd Jest turn in an' try to Bleep again. 'I reached a spot close underneath the bill. When at a sound my very. heart stood Btill. A scuffle! then a cry! an oath an then I saw the forms of half a hundred men Between me an' the twinkling star' dim light, That Jest outlined their figures on the height. It wa'n'l no time to think! I raised my arm! The sood eld musket rung out tne alarm! A dozen nnswerlnz Sh0t3 tne reoeis sent. Then turned an run, a yelling as they went. "I scrambled up the hill, an awrui dread Choking my breath! the boy! he must be dead! An' others came, an soon wo found his form Stretched out upon the ground, out moist an' warm; A blow upon the head that stunned, that's all, Ills gun all right, with powder, cap, an' ball. An when I saw It wall! I felt a smart Thit Vmrf mr.ro'n If tllQ WOUnd Was in his heart. "Asleeo imon his post! He turned to me An' Dut his arm around me lovtn&ly; I couldn't help It, dad, he said, an' then He smiled that boyish smile of his again. Jest saving, as he turned once more. 'You see I've had my chance to strike for lib erty! rr. oii tha fniv-a At home. I bez and trav.' iYo-n itnreon the ruards he marched away. "It wa'n't no use! I begged, I plead; I swore That Billy wasn't like himself no more. nut there he was before us, wen as eer. itoM never been so bright, I reckon, never. Maybe It was the shock; but. anyhow, He stood before the court, nu oojsu lirnw tiif hv furls, an less aflected when The sentence came than all the rest the men. No matter, when I heard the verdict I wished with all my heart that I was dead. "How could I ever nerve my heart to go And tell bis mother, who had loved him 'They wouldn't let mo In, although I told My 6tory to them; men are mighty cold When griefs are common, as they were Jest then. An' all sought favors of the tongue or pen; But I wa3 watching, an one pleasant day I saw tho Lincoln carriage drive away, An' In an hour return at rapid rate An' turn In quickly at the White House gate. "It rolled up swiftly to tho entrance door, An' he stepped out, bis eyes upon the floor; His lips were moving as if in his mind Some question he debated, but his kind An' gentle face wall! it Invited me, An I was starting forward eagerly, When Jest as I had almost reached his side They roughly called to me to stand aside. "He glanced once at the officer so grim, While I looked up beseechingly at him, Then said: 'Who is the man? What would he do?' 'Only a soldier,' said they, 'after an in tervlew.' 'Only a soldier!' 6ald he, mu3lngly. Periling hi3 life for liberty! Only a soldier! Marching near an far, Fighting the battles of this awful war! Come in. my man! Thank God, to speak to me You need no other name or pedigree.' An' then he led me In an' up the stair, While Ministers and General waited there. "I told him, with the sobs half choking me, The story of my grief and misery. His face was sad an' furrowed with a care That I had never seen a mortal wear; But still he listened, an' he bowed hi3 head Sometimes at what I felt or what I said. "He looked my papers over carefully, Tht-n turned an,' smiling, gently said to me: 'They say we must be stern if we would win; That pardons are the death of discip line; But still I think tho country would sur- vivo With that boy loose an' running round alive. An crash of cuns the boy replied: 'You bring The regiment to the colors! Then with swing An shouts an' cheers at Billy's brav reply The whole brieade came rushing maJly by. An almost 'fore they sensed what they bad done The fort ws taken an tho day was won. "But Billy had gone down; Jest at th last. His fingers holding to the flag so fast They had to pry them loose; an' on hl3 face A smile a thousand years cannot efface. An' though my eyes were full an brimming o'er I never felt such prida on earth befor. "Redeemed at last! The General camo and said: 'Place his name first among the gal lant dead,' CUIIRENT HEADING. NEWEST BOOKS ON SALE BOOKSTORES. AT "A RlngaUr Uft," ElUbeth ftaar I'helpir, Lfttea Story Tb MUl Lradei-t," l.jr William Morton Pyu LUarary Note. So far's our men's heaven willing. concerned, why, s -i A SS ZsSi- REDEEMED AT LAST. Then wrapped the Stars and Stripes around the one They all did honor to my son, my son! "When loving hand3 arrayed the boy that night In his new uniform, with buttons bright, They found hl3 treasures, an' among the rest A picture of Old Abe upon hl3 breast; An" written on the back, like prophecy: 'I've fought, great friend, and died for liberty!' " ITTLE LEAD ers." By William Morton Payne. Chi cago: Way & Wil liams. Mr. - Payne has made a collection of essay of the the day. Masy are of distinct local color, and all will be found of timely Interest The contents of the book con sist of & number of editorials which have appeared In the Dial during the last three years, and the author ex plains in his preface that "the paperr make no pretense of doing more than touch the skirts and fringes of the great subjects with which they are con cerned." More pretentious works, however, have failed to go more deeply into tht same subjects and still be so entertain ing as this volume offered by Mr. Payne. He has an attractive and easy style, which, while scholarly, Is free from any taint of pedantry. He has Ideas and expresses them clearly In a direct method which lends conviction to his views. That the writings themselves were worthy of preservation no one who knows the author and his conscientious labors In many fields for all that 13 best In art of every kind can doubt for a moment. Furthermore, the work is en riched by three sonnets which central ize and epitomize the thought of the three parts of the work which they precede on "Literature and Criticism,'" "Education" and "In Memoriam." To all literary men these papers will have exceptional Interest, as they ap peal most to this class and deal la a large measure with criticism from a professional view-point. LOOKED MY TAPERS OVER. We'll let the other fellows do tho kill ing. "I didn't know Jest what to say or do. you ten tlm though, I count oa him They gave me leave of absence, an' I t0 fight drew An prove that they were wrong ana i My scanty pay, an- siarieu, wuuuvi wa8 rignt; bent To bravely serve, to die. too, If need be. I didn't try to realize Jest intent por God's great boon of human liberty.' On getting aid somewhere; letters i An tnen ne wrote: 'This sentence dls- general of tho bore To the commanding corps, To Renators and governors, an one Addressed to 'Abram Lincoln, Wash ington.' "With fainting heart I sought each man whose namo or he'd meet with a sur- I di ln't like his looks; ho turned from me , . An' klrd o' grarped his musket care lessly, Walking a'"' "Poa ll5a nrous 'brat' With dreamy look an' kind o' dra;:s.r.3 feet. "I rolled up la ray blanket, tut some way , , I couldn't sleep; bcJora me, plain c day, y yO',- ", .V-,...' m'f v'Vr FELL BACK. Was said to make or unr a hero's fame; They kindly ppokc told me to wait; thev Fent My papers to thoso near the President; But one by ono tncy au caiuc luck, uv nr bono to mo In any cruel l.ne; Only the words that showed no heart was moved 'The sentence of the court hns been ap proved. "I wrote hla mother, an' I said. 'Mi- dear, God has forsaken us an ours, I fear. Weary an' sick au' growing gray an bent. I'm going to try to sej the President. An' then I Rive it up. an you an I Ha 1 better lay our old bones down an die. approved! While I sat there an hardly breathca or moved; An' then I saw him add. my old eyes blinkln. 'Restored to his company. A. Lincoln. 'Jest there was where I lost my grip! my, my I couldn't say the first derncd thing- Jest cry An' wring his hand an tremble like the nation. Iuslead of making, so to speak, a brief oration An' thanking him an promising to stand, Both me an Billy, till the blessed land Was saved. No, sir; I lost ray head. Till, finally, I mustered up an' said I thought that God would take good care o' him, Whatever might become of discipline. An' wall! I tad to go without a sayln' Half the things that filled my heart, but pray in' Heaven to treat 1:1m kind on tenderly An with the mercy he had shown to me. "In fix mouths Billy stcoJ upon the roll Promoted up to rccond corporal, An' then, by changes that v.c under went. Wuh color bearer cf the regiment. We marched through Georgia, conijuer lr.g to the sea. Boarlns the dear eld flag triumphantly r' there, with wild fhot and canister We faced the tuns of l'crt McAllister "A charge was oruercd quickly, an o.ir corps Made ready for a rdubbcrn f.ght onct more. t first the releb) fired at r.vh a rat It roomed to make o.ir column hc!t?.U "Billy, with fcc r.Samc and scorn.':; r;'..ir.cc, Carried tire f.ng far up In the rdvancc whrr nil the Colonel spoke r.:-.' ciie.1 'Bring Inc!: Tho colors to the reglT.?nt'.' Mid era YVm! That V.'IU lAvm lit IlWtory a tho Great rtt Effort of Lincoln. Four score and seven years ago our atfccrs brought forth on this continent a new nation conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal. Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation or any other nation so conceived and so dedi cated can long endure. We are met on great battlefield of that war. Wo have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that the na tion might live. It Is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this. But, In a larger sense, we cannot ded icate we cannot consecrate we can not hallow this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here have consecrated It, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remem ber what we say here, but It can never forgvn what they did here. It is for us, the living, rather to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly ad vanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us that from these nonorea dead we take Increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain that this nation. under God, shall have a new birth of HIS GETTYSBURG ADDRESS. A Slngnlnr I. If. By Elizabeth Stuart Phelps. An amazing amount of art, humanity, fer vor, wit, satire, skill In characteriza tion, dramatic power, and about every thing else imaginable or desirable la fiction, has been lavished oa this most absorbing and moving story. And yet it deals with the temperance question! Almost anyone can write an enthrall ing tale about one of the command ments, particularly the seventh; but who could imagine a genuinely fine work about that Important twelfth or thirteenth, or something, in the appen dix of tho decalogue: "Thou shalt not bo a swinish drunkard?" 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Most striking among the contents is a profusely illustrated article on the fa mous museum freaks. Cleveland Mof fet tells some of the richest Btories about the late Eugene Field; and among the Interesting articles are "Studio Life in Paris," "What tho Bicycle Does for the Muscles," and a description of how the deaf are taught speech and speeca-readlng. In the series on "Mu sic la America," which is a distinctive and successful feature of Godey's, Ru pert Hughes writes entertainingly on the subject of cantatas, and discusses Mr. G. W. Chadwick's works. Under the head of "Talks by Successful Wom en" appears aa Interview with Mrs. Dunlap Hopkins, who has accomplished so much for women la New York and elsewhere. "Flaunt of Famont Author." Second edition, by Theodore P. Wolfe. "A Literary Pilgrimage Among the Haunts of Famous British Au thors." By Theodore F. Wolfe. These two booklets are beautiful specimens of the printer's and binder's art, Illustrated os they are with excel lent photogravures of scenes aboit which reminiscences cling Innumerous- frccdom aad that government of the i jyt Br. Wolfe's share of the book-mak people, by the people, ror tne pccp;o, bhi.ll r.ct pcrLh from the earth. Abraham I.lttcnln' Son. Robert T. Lincoln, son of the mar tyred president, is a resident of Chl-ir-RO. He Is the attorney for the Chl raeo Gas company. Ills salary Is va rlmnly ertinuted r.t $2:.ooo a yctu. He sf-rvod :;s minister to England v.hlla li.ilne was focrctsry of rir.te. lie mr.nicd enc cf the Honore f ilters and -.csklro In a marble-faced mansion on tv.e Lake Shore Drive. His tlster-Ia-!.w n M:3. Iler;ha Horiore Palmer, w-esL-rnt of tho board of woman man- lag is equally successful. II has a smooth, suggestive, cordial 6tyie, and an abundance of well-put Information. Polished buckram, f 1.23 eieh. Topf th er in a box. $2.50. (J. B. 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