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The 15th Alabama With Trimble In the Shenan
' doah Valley. -yfc
BOttor Journal: As your columns are
open to the old confederate* to tell of
their -close calls." I will give a brief fact
of my tint baptism in blood.
When General Joseph E. Johnston fell
back from Marassas and took position
behind the Rappahannock, all the sick
were sent to Rtchprond and as it hap
pened I was one of that unfortunate num
ber. I was taken to the second Alabama
hospital. Dr. Bear, a French doctor, pro
nounced my case slow fever. I recovered
and then took inflammatory rheumatism
tn my left leg. That kept me there nearly
one month and Just as I was recovering
fmm that I was attacked with mumps.
This was too much. < .
The next morning when the doctor came
Into the ward I met hhn and said: "Doc
tor. I want a discharge to join my regi
ment.” He looked at me and said: “I can’t
grant it.”
I then told him I wanted a discharge
because as fast as I recovered from one
disease at the hospital. I was attacked
with another. He then offered to send
me to Camp Walker, near the state pen
itentiary. When I got there I found a
good number of cottages, but no other
accommodation. Only the naked floor to
sleep on. This did not suit me. of course,
so I applied to a lieutenant for a dis
charge to join my regiment. He told me
to come around in the morning and he*
would grant his permission. Os course I
was anxious to join my regiment which
was with-General T. J. Jackson in the
valley. •
The morning after joining my regiment,
we moved on Harper’s Ferry. We had
about 700 prisoners and a wagon team
about six miles long. Jackson soon learn
ed that Fremont was after him and
Shields was sent to Fort Republic to cut
oft his (Jackson’s) retreat, and to
capture him.
I was a member of Company K. Fif
teenth Alabama regiment. Trimble’s brig
ade. Ewell's division. On our march
bridges were burned and the road ob
structed with timber: In fact everything
that could be done to impede the pursuit
of the enemy; had a skirmish with Fre
mont at Strauss burg, and when we got
to Port Republic. Ewell’s division halted
on the east side of the Shenandoah river,
while General Jackson crossed the river
at the town of Port Republic with his
old division.
On the night of June 7. 1863. Company
K. of the Fifteenth Alabama, was put on
picket line, and just after daylight on
the morning of June Sth. Sunday, we were
relieved of picket duty by Company G.
Colonel W. C. Oates’ (ex-Governor of
Alabama) a)d company. It was but a few
minutes after we had returned to the
regiment when the Yankees advanced on
our picket line tn such force that our
pickets fled befdre them. Colonel James
Canty had just time to form the regiment
and give the order “Cap your pieces.”
when the Yankee column was on us.
The colonel just had time to give the
command He led the way through a large
wheat field. One could see the wheat
heads flying on either side as we ran.
The Yanks could take deliberate . «in\
while we were fleeing. I felt like :he
frogs in the pond when the boys v ere
rocking them "It was fun for the boys,
but death to the frogs.”
It seems to me we ran a mile or more.
1 know I was completely exhausted when
to our Joy we found General Ewell had
sent a battery to the crest of the hill,
and opend on the enemy. James Rhodes,
of my company, was running alongside
of me. and when the artillery belched out
her iron missiles, suddenly like a clap of
thunder. Rhodes hollered just as loud as
he could with what breath he had—some
thing it would not do to repeat. The reg
iment moved near, or a little to the left
of our battery, there met General Trim
ble and formed a line of battle while the
Yankees had massed one brlgaii £._, to
charge and capture our battery-
hies’ brigade was composed of the Fif
teenth Alabama. Sixteenth Mississippi.
Twelfth Georgia and Twenty-first North
Carolina regiments.
The Fifteenth Alabama was moved to
a rail fence. The Yanks would not ad
vance on seeing our line as they had
Started -o do. , _
Whll we stood in line of battle. General
Trimble ordered the Sixteenth Mississip
pi to crawl on hands and knees and poke
their guns through the fence. After that
was accomplished the Fifteenth was
moved to the right and concealed from
the enemy’s view. As soon as we were
out of the way. the charge came—four
columns-a nd when they were within 50
or ® yards of the fence, the Sixteenth
Mississippi opened fire on them, and I will
take occasion right here to say I never
saw men double up and fall so fast. Near
ly the w,»ole brigade was killed; the few
that escaped the leaden shower went so
fast down the hill you might have played
marbles on their coat-tails. Trimbles
vrlgade was thrown forward, while Har
ry T. Hays* came lt» on our right—then
tbs fight commenced in earnest.
Richard 8. Ewell’s division on that
bloodv day was too much for Freemont.
We slept on the battlefield that night and
Monday morning, the Bth. went to the re
lief of johnaon. who was then engaged
with Shields. As Ewell s division ascend
ed the heights overlooking the beautiful
Shennndcah valley lying between the
flhenandcah river and the foot of the Blue
Ridge the panorama which met their tired
was vne of the most beautiful ex er
division was charging Shields
and driving everything before them. We
crossed the river, burned the bridge and
hs soon as the captured property could be
gotten In moving order, we went on our
way rejoicing.
After the first Fredericksburg battle,
th«- Fifteenth Alabama regiment was
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transferred to E. M. Laws’ Alabama bri
gade. Hood’s division. James Longstreet’s
corps. I was in all the engagements with
the arrnv of Northern 'Virginia, ex
cept the fir*t battle of Bull Run. but was
never so badly wounded that I had to
leave or be taken from the battlefield. If
it pleases God to spare me I will be 87
year old the 23d of next May.
I see some of my old comrades writ
ing of their close calle—it is the first thing
’I turn to when my paper comes.
My closest call, perhaps.' occurred in a
charge to capture Fort Harrison in front
of Richmond. I was knocked down by the
explosion of a shell about two feet from
my head. My hat was torn into shreds.
Some of Tige Anderson’s and Bennings’
brigades that are now living will well re
member this charge. I write this that all
Some Amusing College Scrapes.
BY ELLE GOODE.
St. Mary’s college in Belmont, N. C„
has an average attendance of about 500
boys, and Is managed entirely by the
priests.
Now Bologna sausage was a favorite
dish with the priests but not with the
boys. One Saturday an extra supply had
been laid in when Donald discovered the
fact, and immediately informed E-gar,
who literally despised It.
"Well, if they have that sausage for
Sunday, it won’t be my fault,’’ exclaimed
Edgar. "You come around *under the
store room window, and bring a basket
with you. and I'll slip in somehow, and
hand you the end of the sausage out of
the window and you pull till I tell you to
stop.”
“It was nearly dark, so It was no soon
er said than done. Reaching the store
room window, Edgar prepared to climb
In. but stopped suddenly. “My heavens,
my hand! my hand!” he exclaimed,
as he dropped back on the ground.
"Lawdy. I don't believe I’ve left a bit
of skin on my hand. Why didn’t you tell
me that pan of gelatin was there?”
"Why didn’t I tell you?" Donald said
impatiently. "How did I know? Was it
hot?”
“Hot? Just put your hand in and see.”
"No thank you. Make haste and get
the sausage.” ,
So once more Edgar braved the gelatin,
and succeeded in getting into the store
room. but not until he overturned the
bowl and besmeared the floor with half
congealed gelatin.
"Pull now till I say stop.” he called
to Donald, as be dropped the end of the
sausage out of the window. So Donald
began pulling. About five minutes later
one of the Bruders came along. Catching
sight of Donald, he hurried to him and
touched him on the shoulder. "I'll pull a
little myself. Go to your room," and
Donald dared not disobey.
"Hold up now, Don, that’s about
enough.” ,
There was no answer and the pulling
kept on.
In a moment Edgar called again:
"Hole up, I say, Don.”
Still there was no answer.
Edgar put his hands on the window to
pull hknaelf up to ste where Donald was.
As he did so someone struck him across
the knuckles and as he dropped back, he
caught sight of the Bruder, and instantly
knew wkat had happened. He struck a
match and hfs eye lighted on a large pan
pf milk. He immediately seised it. took
It to the window, where he could just
make out the priest’s form and emptied
the contents on his head. Then he jump
ed out of the window, landing in the bas
ket of sausage and fled to his room. And
the Bruder? Well, he was still by the
window trying to shake himself dry, for
the milk had thoroughly saturated him.
But he had his revenge.
As punishment for this escapade. Don
ald and Edgar were ordered to kneel from
8 o'clock in the morning to 10 o’clock at
night, in the chapel for three days. They
stood it one day. but the next' Edgar de
cided to take a cushion from one of the
pews and lie down. And so he did. About
7 o'clock the bishop, priests and altar
boys entered the chapel to hold vespers.
The church was s>..>l dark, for it was not
lighted until the procession reached the
altar, where there were numerous can
dles, so Edgar eagerly watched them com
ing with lighted torches, etc. He had
placed his cushion In the middle of the
afise, and putting his feet on top of it, he
slipped himself In between two pews, and
waited till the bishop should reach the
cushion. When he did a moment later,
Edgar raised one foot and down fell the
bishop flat on the cushion. Edgar laugh
ed aloud and immediately offered to help
him up. The bishop rose slowly, said not
a word, but advanced to the altar and
officiated at vespers.
After the service was over Donald and
Edgar were* left alone in the dimly lighted
chapel. Edgar took it Into his head to
hold a service himself, so he went up to
the chancel and took up the stiver cor
nered bible.
"Come up here, you red headed sar
dine. I want to bless you,” he said au
thoritatively.
So up came Donald, who knelt before
him, with bowed head. Suddenly Edgar
came down on it with a tremendous
"whack.” and Donald yelled “murder.”
so loud that a Bruder, just entering the
chapel, hurried forward to sle what had
happened. “Why. what is the matter?"
he asked. ,
"He fell down from up yonder." ex
claimed Edgar, pointing straight up.
"From up yonder?” gasped the Bruder,
for "up yonder was the dome Os the
chapel.
"Yes, sir, from up yonder," insisted Ed
gar. -
"Well, how did he get up yonder?”
"I am sure I don’t know, he just came
tumbling down.
"Well. I'll look after him. and you, too.
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may see, but the old comrades of the
army of Northern Virginia can best re
alize and understand my statements. If
there are any men who are endeared to
me it is the soldiers of Gen. Lee’s army,
and in conclusion, will say. may-they live
long to cherish the fond memories of the
Lost Cause.
I live in Diana. Tex., now, but in 1881
was living tn Eufaula. Ala., and enlisted
In Henry C. Hart’s company.
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Come with me, both of you.” Both obedi
ently followed.
“What are you going to do with us?"
asked Donald, whose suspicions had
been aroused.
"The bishop has ordered me to put you
in the dungeon for a week.”
"Gee whiz.” .both exclaimed, as they
passed down the stairs and entered their
cell. The Bruder locked them in, and
returned to the bishop.
“Well, let’s turn in. I’m sleepy,”
yawned Donald.
“We might as well. I suppose.” sighed
Edgar. So in a few moments both were
“in bed” and all was terribly quiet. But
Edgar, hearing a curious voice, whispered,
"Don. there’s a burglar in here.”
"A burglar, you idiot?”
"Listen, don’t you hear him? Let’s get
up and see. ,
"Oh pshaw. I’m not going to do any
thing of the kind.”
“Yes you are. Get up.” and Edgar
pounded away on him again.
Donald lit the candle, and as he got up.
cast his shadow on the wall. Edgar saw
it and plunged at it with a terrible blow.
"Great Scott, he’s tough! I’ve nearly
broken my hand,” he yelled, as he struck
again, but this time he hit Donald who
had let the candle go out.
But Donald, somewhat alarmed, aimed
back as well as he could in the dark and
struck Edgar a tremendous blow.
"Lawdy, Donald, I told you so! I’m
murdered. Tell mother I died thinking of
her,” sighed poor Edgar.
It suddenly dawned upon Donald that he
had "murdered” Edgar and so he pre
pared to do it again. After striking him
another powerful blow. Donald succeeded
in re-lighting the candle, and the light
showed them sitting side by side.
“You idiot, where’s the burglar?” Don
ald asked.
“Well, you got up to see where he was,
didn't you?" retorted Edgar.
’ Come on and get to bed and leave the
burglar alone.”
Soon they were sleeping peacefully and
the little mouse which had first disturbed
Edgar, roamed about till daylight.
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Best Way to Punish Him.
Richmond (Va.) News.
The esteemed Atlanta Journal becomes
excited over the case of Wellington, of
Maryland, Republican senator, who said
that the shooting of the president was a
matter of indifference to him. Wellington
has a grievance, touching some Maryland
offices, w.e believe. The Journal wants him
expelled from the senate.
Fair and softly, esteemed. If it be that
you desire the punishment of Wellington
let him serve his term. He could not be
more uncomfortable anywhere on earth
than in that chamber, and we doubt if
much more discomfort can be inflicted
anywhere out of the earth than is under
gone by a member of the body who is un
der ban of his fellow-senators. Contempt
which burns like hot iron an hundred
times a day and polite avoidance which
stings like a tarantula bite through the
thickest hide are his portion.
Let Wellington linger and do his time.
At the end of it the people of Maryland
may be trusted to finally put him out of
his misery.
Richard Mansfield’s Rebuke.
New York Times.
Richard Mansfield is known to have
very decided notions upon deportment and
matters of etiquette. With a friend, who
is authority for the story, Mr. Mansfield
rode uptown on a Broadway car the
other afternoon. Both men had seats for
a time until at the intersection of a shop
ping street the car became crowded with
women. Both offered their seats to 'the
nearest women. The one who accepted
Mr. Mansfield’s courtesy slid into his
seat without a word. The actor raised
hl« silk hat.
”1 beg your pardon,” he said slowly.
The woman looked up apparently in
surprise.
"I didn’t say anything,” she vol
unteered.
"Pardon me for my mistake," returned
Mansfield In a kindly tone. "Pardon me;
I thought you said ’thank you.’ ”
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Press Opinions of Wellington,
“The Dirtiest Thing In Politics.”
Chattanooga News.
The Atlanta Journal of yesterday attempted
to sound the sentiment of the southern press
on Senator Wellington's brutal treatment of
the stricken president. All the Influential
newspapers of the south take the position that
are careful.
A bottle race Is even more fun than an
obstacle race or a sack race. Each one
who wlsnes to start must take a good
sized bottle, quite empty, cork it up very
tightly, and place it in the water Just
before mm. At the signal to start every
one must shove the bottle forward with
his head, swim after it. continue to shove
‘t along before him by giving it little
bifmps with his hegd. It must not be
Wellington should be Impeached. Since Well
ington's statement promises to become an is
sue, it Is well to reproduce It. He was quoted
by a Baltimore paper as follows:
"McKinley and I are enemies,” said the
senator. "He has been guilty of an unpardon
able offense toward me. I cannot say any
thing good for him, and I do not think It
just the time to say anything bad. I despise
the man. I have no use for him, and there
is no reason for my saying anything. I am
totally Indifferent in the matter.”
Senator Wellington was asked to either af
firm or deny this alleged Interview, but de
clined to do either. No greater brutality has
ever been shown by a member of the United
States senate. Wellington, in the words of
Editor Ricketts of the Memphis Scimitar, "is
the dirtiest thing in public life,” and he
should be treated as a common traitor to his
country-
Soufhem Press Unanimous.
Spartanburg (S. C.) Herald.
Senator Wellington has made himself ridicu
lous on more than one occasion, but never be
fore did any public man so shock the feelings
of his country by uttering such sentiments
under these circumstances. We much mis
take the temper of the people of America, if
this man ever again figures In public life.
It Is certain that even if the Republicans
should again have power in Maryland, Well
ington's picture would be turned to the wall.
The suggestion of impeachment for this of
fense is. of course, out of the question. Sen
ator Wellington has a right to his opinion, and
may express it when and how he sees fit.
He cannot be reached by law, and it is well
that it is so; but the unanimous sentiment of
the southern press against such a brutal re
mark. shows the spirit of the people, and is
conclusive evidence of the fact that the war
is over.
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Who Owned the Rabbit?
New York Commercial.
A Frankfort, Ky., man, lunching last
Saturday with a party of dry goous men
at the Arkwright club, got engaged in a
discussion of the Schley-Sampson matter,
and before the controversy got very heat
ed or acute, he was reminded of a tale
that has been circulating down in the
Blue Grass country, and is known as the
Proctor Knott “Rabbit Story.”
"Ex-Governor Proctor Knott and John
Yerkes,” he said, having agreed to tell
the tale, "were discussing the claims of
Sampson and Schley to the credit of
smashing Cervera at Santiago. Mr.
Yerkes took the ground that all the hon
or of that memorable conflict belonged to
Admiral Sampson, and was inclined to
entirely ignore Commodore Schley’s part
in the affair.
“The governor listened until his com
panion had finished, and then, with that
characteristic twinkle in his eye, said:
My dear sir, it is exceedingly gratifying
to me to hear you take the position you
have in the matter. It is like a oalm to
my conscience and settles a point that
has worried me many a day. I was walk
ing through the woods once with a boy
friend of mine, when we -’’W a rabbit run
into a sinkhole. We stood around the hole
a while; then I told the boy to keep watch
while I went to get some fire to smoke
the rabbit out. When I returneu the boy
had the rabbit. I took it away from him
claiming that it belonged to me because I
told him to catch it If it came out. That
was over fifty/years ago, and you are the
first man who has ever agreed with me
that the rabbit was mine. I feel now that
I was right in taking it, and my conscience
is at rest.*
“Mr. Yerkes looked solemn for a few
moments, then smiled a feeble smile and
changed the subject.”
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On the march preceding the battle of
Gettysburg, and about the time our army
crossed the Potomac riVer, considerable
rain had fallen, and in some places the
road was heavy.
After we got into Pennsylvania, and
while on the march, our column came to
a creek, and a road had been cut through
a small hill, so that the creek could be
reached and crossed by wagons. In this
cut the mud was very bad, and a cannon
was fast in the mud. We could not go
through the mud very well, and the col
umn was ordered to go through the wheat
field on the right of the cut. We marched
up the little hill and commenced to upset
the fence which enclosed the wheat. The
wheat was headed out and was fine. On
the left of the cut from us was the resi
dence of the owner of the wheat, as It
turned out pretty soon.
While tearing down the fence I noticed
a man coming toward us in a hurry from
the direction of the house aforesaid. Ex
citement was plainly marked on his feat
ures. He was in his shirt sleeves and had
his hat in one hand and a handkerchief
in the other. Stopping on the opposite side
of the cut and fanning with the hat in
one hand and wiping the perspiration
touched with any part of the body. There
should be an umpire on the bank, keep
ing pace with the swimmers, who must
watch c.osely every move they make. It
is allowed to catch the bottle between the
chin and the neck, and then to dive and
swim under the water, holding it in this
way. but as soon as it slips from that
hold you must come to the surface and
proceed as before. Any one who touches
his or any other bottle with his hands is
from his brow with the other, he violently
exclaimed:
"Vat you’s doing dere?”
Some one answerer that It was none of
his business. In the meantime the fence
was being rapidly demolished. He ex
claimed again loudly: “Vat you’s doing
dere, I shay?” He got the same answer
as before, except that it was fringed all
around with Jest and laughter. By this
time the men had entered the field and
were marching through the wheat and
treading it down. ’ Throwing up both
hands, he exclaimed: "Mine gotte, mine
gotte, if dat’s de vay de van’s to be car
ried on, me vants it stopt.”
By the time the army got through the
wheat field and across the creek he was
undoubtedly sick of "de var.” •
W. A. JOHNSON,
Co. D, 2d 8. C. V.
Atlanta, Ga.
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Has Lost a Friend.
Charlotte, N. C., Observer.
He carried no animosities against any
class or section or the members of any
political party, but had a kindly word and
a helping hand for the citizens of all sec
tions. It cannot be recalled that in either
of his campaigns or during his incumben
cy of his great office he spoke or wrote an
unfriendly word about the south. A man
differently constituted' might have done
so, but he did not. On the contrary,-It is
recalled with kindly remembrance that
he held out his hand to it on many occa
sions and sought in his way to promote
its peace and prosperity. In his death
the south has lost a friend, as it lost one
when Lincoln died.
Belonged to AIL
Mobile Register.
We may truly say that in the manifes
tation of this sorrow there has been no
north, no south, no east or west; and, in
deed, no bounds except the circumscrib
ed limits of the world Itself. Not only are
we one people, but in a large sense all
the people of earth are one in paying
tribute to the virtues of a good man. And
his death has served this great purpose,
teaching that we are a human family and
that the interests of civilization are alike.
The good of one is the good of all; the
injury received is common to the whole of
humanity.
Put an End to Sectionalism.
New Orleans Picayune.
William McKinley it was who released
the south from the ban of a hostile sec
tionalism. He was the president of the
republic, the south’s president ad much as
the north’s, and when he sent the young
men of the south to fight for their coun
try side by side with the young men of
the north, and when they found they were
fighting under the command of the tried
and true soldiers who in a former war
had led the Confederate hosts, it was
then that the southern people felt that
the war of sectionalism had come to an
end through the patriotic efforts Os Wil
liam McKinley.
His Virtues Plead Like Angels.
Louisvilie-Courier Journal.
The work of William McKinley is done.
This is not the time to pass it in review.
It has gone into history and awaits the
judgment of posterity. But it is fitting
to remember now the virtues of the man,
his filial love, his devotion as a husband,
his kindly heart, his integrity of purpose,
of the sincerity of his convictions there
is no room for doubt. It may well be
said that "his virtues plead like angels,
trumpet-tongued, against the deep dam
nation of his taking off."
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+ A CORRECTION. ♦
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ATLANTA, Ga., April 1. 1901.
The article published by Mr. Hemphill
concerning he 1 attle of Gettysburg is so
nearly compief'* He places the losses of
Hood and McLavs’ divisions at 4,467. In
the feebie testimony I gave in last be
ing 4,500. While he makes no report of
artlllerj, we only differ about 33 men in
the report. The battle of Gettysburg was
fought without cavalry, only White’s
battalion being present. General Stuart
was on a still hunt with the entire cavalry
arm of the service. The one reason I wrote
my piece to help substantiate the correct
ness of the second day’s fight the bloodiest
of all. A five column article being pub
lished that t*he First corps was a dis
jointed affair, and that we scarcely got
In at all. Now please give space to my
simple narrative as one more witness
that we did go in and lost as heavily as
any troops under fire. Very respectfully,
JAMES GRAVES RAMSEY.
Virginia In Forgetful Mood.
New York World.
Virginia’s constitutional convention did
a foolish and dangerous thing when it vot
ed to amend the state’s bill of rights by
omitting the guarantee of “liberty of -the
press and freedom of speech.” What is
the grand old sta.e of Washington, Jef
ferson, Marshall, Patrick Henry and Mad
ison thinking about? Has she forgotten
all her most glorious traditions and is
she going to prove unfaithful to the teach
ings of all her great sons who helped to
frame the constitution, in which even con 7
gress is expressly prohibited from making
any law "abridging the freedom of speech
or of the press?" .
Os Two Evil*.
Philadelphia Press.
"All these stories the papers are printing
about you are lies,” said the politician’s
friend. "Why don’t you make them stop it?”
“I would,” replied the politician, “but I’m
afraid they’d begin printing the truth then.”
Contradict* “History.”
Kansas City Times.
Historian Maclay will observe that Schley
admits he was »t the battle of Santiago.
at once disqualified and loses the race.
Yoif can Knock any other fellow's bottle
back by shoving it with your head if
you get a chance, but must not touch it
in any other way. It is great sport for
the racers as well as for any one who is
looking on but you must be entirely fair.
The swiftest swimmer does not always
win, as the bottles bob around most pro
vokingly and seem to go anywhere but
where you want them to.
Death of Gen. Cleburne
On Federal Breastworks
I am a constant reader of The Journal
and take special pleasure in the "Close
Calls.” As I see nothing from a Flori
da boy, I will give your readers some of
my experiences, as well as I can recall
them.
I was on picket the night Sherman fell
back from Atlanta, and the next morning
we had followed him for five miles, when
we received orders to turn back and
double quick to meet Sherman at Jones'
church.
We obeyed orders, and ran right into
Sherman’s front, so we had to dig our
holes with the bullets coming zip, zip,
zip all around us. When my hole was
dug, I was covered with dirt thrown up
by the plowing bullets.
It was the next day, the 31st of August,
a fair, hot, sunshiny day when we charg
ed Sherman. I was stationed within about
100 yards of his lines when a shell bursted
in front of me, a piece of it struck me on
the left shoulder, knocking me down and
cutting my blank cartridge box strap in
two. I saw stars as plain as I ever did
at night, and lay there untn night, and
then came out to my command, men I
went to the surgeons’ tent and stayed
with them until the 29th of November.
Then I drew a rifle and joined a command
to Spring Hill, where we went to sur
prise gome Yankees. We followed them
to Franklin, where we made the blood
ist fight of the war in the west.
The article written by Julia Reed, "Af
ter Thirty-five Years," which I read in
your paper several weeks ago, is accord
ing to my judgment, the truest bit of his
tory I have seen.
As our lines were about two miles long,
I could not know, of course, what was
STONEWALL JACKSON SA VED .
W KINLEY FOR THE NATION!
Was the boy whose illfe was saved by
Stonewall Jackson at the battle of An
tietam no other than William McKinley,
the martyred president of the United
States?
The statement is made by Mr. Arnold B.
Hall, of Pendergrass. Ga., who gives an
account of the occurrence while paying
a tribute to the memory of President Mc-
Kinley.
The communication of Mr. Hall fol
lows: ’
In contemplating the history of men,
one is reminded of the fact that some
are remembered as powers for good in a
benighted world. The lives of such per
sons are more effective mottoes than any
the human voice might utter or the hu
man hand might write. Our fallen chief
was such a man. Such men prefer be
ing a dewdrop, reflecting the colors of the
rainbow, than an ocean of mist.
Horace Greeley, the great American
journalist, said: "They win bloodless, but
Immortal victories.” We may review the
lives of Marlborough, of Wellington, of
Napoleon himself, but we search to vain
for a grander warrior than the man
whose victories “redden no river and
whiten no plain.” Such men regard the
glittering crowns of idle kings as caps of
fools in sawdust rings, and prize the trib
ute of a newsboy higher than the! eulogy
of royalty. Such men as our nation's ne
ro survive the wreck of time and the de
cay of governments, because their spirit
lives among their countrymen. “In the
happiest hour of all the voyage. while
eager winds kiss every sail, anc sunlit
wavelets wash the vessel, in
Women in Political Coribentions.
BY ELNOftA MONROE BABCOCK.
The Denver, Col., News in a leading
editorial headed "A Closed Era?’
ically describes the changes that « ave
taken plaee in the political conventions
since women have been serving as dele
gates. Inis editorial says:
“Ever since the coming of tie woman
delegate the Interest of polltlct I conven
tions has waned; not the interea tin them,
but their attractions as a three-ring cir
cus, where the elephant walked round the
ring, the clown began to daneft and sing,
and me boys about the monkey [cage were
warned not to monkey with the Inmates.
There was a time when a map bade his
family farewell before going to! a conven
tion with a feeling that he ndght never
see them again, or that his bettered re
mains might be brought hoine on a
stretcher. If he was a thoughtful pater
familias he took out an addlUbnal insur
ance policy or so for the day.” [
Those were halcyon days wTidn one con
vention was taken possessio/i of by a
crowd of armed hoboes whose cheerful
purpose was to lynch the chairman.
There was the Robber Seventh of bless
ed memory, and the eighth,! when for
days two factions fought over the organi
zation of the house and members of the
legislature carried concealed weapons in
both hip-pockets, to say nothing of tn el r
guns and swords and pistols displayed
Kruger, Cronje and De<wet
Use the as Their Code.
Mr. Kruger’s cable to his Pretoria rela
tives Who inquired what was to be done
with the ex-president’s house now it was
no longer tenanted by the late Mrs. Kru
ger, was: “Read Proverbs vii., verses
19-20”:
•’Fqj the goodman is not at home, he has
gone a long journey.
"He hath taken a bag of money with
him, and will come home at the day ap
pointed.”
Under Kruger rule every South African
editor found the Bible an Indispensable
book of reference, most proclamations
from Pretoria containing Biblical allu
sions, says the London Daily Mail. The
latest cable sent by Mr. Kruger has now
prompted a correspondent to a Leeuwar
den (Holland) paper to enumerate a num
ber of scriptural messages exchanged by
the Boer leaders just before the surrender
of -Cronje.
On February 25, 1900, Mr. Kruger tele
graphed to General Christian Dewet (who
was to rescue Cronje): "Notify Cronje
that large reinforcements are on the road,
and he will be released. Psalm xxli., 21,”
which reads:
"Save me from the lion’s mouth, for
Thou hast heard me from the horns of the
unicorns."
Dewet heliographed Cronje the same
day at 12:20 p. m.: "President telegraphs,
■Stand firm;’ large reinforcements are ap
proaching. As soon as they arrive we
shall attack at dawn on the north. Psalm
Ixlv., 7.”
Cronje replied with Psalm xx., 7, also
mentioning incidentally that his food sup
plies were getting short, to which the in
genious Dewet retorted: "Psalm iix, 15:’’
"Let them wander up and down for
meat, and grudge if they be not satis
fied.”
But Cronje grew impatient; Dewet’s
promised convoy of food was long in com
ing, and he against heliographed, "Psalm
xx., 7:”
"Some trust in chariots and some In
horses; but we will remember the name of
the Lord our God.”
No relief coming on the morning of the
going on all along the line, and I did not
know general Adams, for I was on the
left of the turnpike and the right of Lo
cust Grove. My command joined Gen.
Pat Cleburne on his left, whose command
lay right across the turnpike road. Gener
al Cleburne and his horse fell together on
the Yankee breastworks. . The fighting
commenced about 4 o’clock and after we
got down the hill and. were in the thick
of the third charge my right foot was
shot to pieces. I was carried off the field
and bandaged up. The next morning as I
was being carried to town it was a sick
ening sight to see the dead and wounded
scattered along the turnpike. One could
have walked on them without ever touch
ing ground, they were so thick.
On the 17th of December. I was cap
tured and was a prisoner until the Uth
of June, '65, when I was released in Louis
ville, Ky., with rations and transporta
tion to Lake City, Fla. I took the boat
for New Orleans, then to Mobile, Ala.,
then to Montezuma. Ala., where I lay in
the streets all night; but God bless Mr.
Jones. He gave me $lO to pay my stage
fare to Cheatham, where I met the train
which took me to Columbus, Ga. Then
the boat took me to the Chattahoochee
landing. On the Chattahoochee river boat
I found a gold necklace and sold it to
a negro woman for $5; this paid my fare
to Quincy, Fla., where I met the train
that too- me home. I have been getting
about on a wooden Ifig^ever'since.
My name is Rev. J. W. Grantham,
fourtu corporal company A, Seventh Flor
ida regiment, Finlay's brigade, Bates' di
vision Hardee’s crops. Hood's array. My
postoffice IS Ellaville, Fla. '
or, on the breakers near the further end
of the shore, a wreck shall mark at last
the end of each and all. No paean that
we could sing, no death momument that
we could build, could reach to that far
away realm to which his spirit has gone;
but we can emulate his virtues, cherish
his memory and follow his example.”
McKinley knew that citizenship is at
last partnership in every noble purpose.
To him man and nature appeared as
books, and events were life’s great vol
ume of Illustrations. He labored for the
relief of man's estate.
At the battle of Antietam, the bloodiest
day in American history, one of General
Stonewall Jackson’s brave men raised his
gun to fire at a Union fcoldier who stood
just opposite the creek. As he was about
to fire. General Jackson said: “Stop, low
er your gun. I have watched that boy
all day. He is too brave to be killed.”
The boy in blue was our late president,
then only 17 years of age. Those words
were an eternal tribute to Stonewall
Jackson, and were indicative of the re
gard he had for courage, even in his en
emies.
Man may lay waste, man may destroy,
man may kill—but the summer remains
summer, the lily remains a lily, the star
remains a star.
As with nature, so with God—He is un
changeable. As a final tribute to our late
president, we might inscribe this humble
but not inglorious epitaph: 'ln him man
kind lost a friend, and no man an ene
my.’ Would not this be right for the
man who said: “Fraternity is the na
tional anthem”? A. B. HALL.
openly. ' ,
And who has forgotten the election
when two ballot boxes were stolen out
right and a late governor of the state
was knocked into a cocked hat and the
adjacent gutter, while a policeman gazed
placidly on the melee?
Woman suffrage and the Australian
ballot have done away with all the spec
tacular features of politics. Gone are the
days when a great leader coukj cheer his
men on with the inspiring words. Have
harmony, b’yes, even if ye have to fight
for it”
The primaries may be sizzling hot, but
they are conducted decently and in ord
er; the convention may spML and there
may be heartburnings and bitterness, but
the pill is sugar-coated. To reverse the
scriptural case, there may be guile to his
heart, but the words of the politician are
as butter.
“A political convention is no more fun
than any other kind of a convention.”
said a bloodthirsty man who used to be
known as an epicure in politics. And
this, alas, is true. The tusks oi ttie ele
pftiant have been drawn; the teeth of the
tiger filed down to his gums and his claws
padded; and there are macadamized turn
pikes through the jungle of politics.
And, as an able statesman said on an
other occasion, “the women done it."
26th General Cronje heliographed: ‘The
eriemy has been enormously reinforced; I
am hard pressed. Psalm ill., 1:”
"Lord, how are they increased that trou
ble me! Many are they that rise up
against me.”
Ths unhappy general’s final message to
De wet was at 4:10 on the afternoon of the
26th: "Bombardment terrible; enormous
losses. Majority of the burghers clamor
ing capitulation. Psalm lx., 11:”
"Lord, give us help from trouble; tor
vain is the help of man.”
But this message was captured by Lord
Roberts, who is generally credited on the
continent with having heliographed ’ to
both Dewet and Cronje: “Psalm Ixiil., 9,
», 11:” , „
“But those that seek my soul to destroy
it shall go into the lower parts of the
earth.
"They shall fall by the sword; they shall
be a portion for foxes.
“But the King shall rejoice in God; ev
ery one that sweareth by Him shall glory;
but the mouth of them that speak lie#
shall be
Most of the verses have been mostly apt
ly chosen, and in many cases convey the
meaning of the sender as perfectly as a
long message sent over the wires in the
usual way.
SMALL BOY’S VIEW
OF THEODORE ROOSEVELT.
The small boy keeps up witn politics
astonishingly. The cartoons have much to
do with this. A case tn point is that of
young Jamie Jones, son of Mr. and Mrs.
Robert H. Jones, who. upon hearing his
father remark that Roosevelt was now
president, exclaimed in astonishment:
"Why, papa, he can't be president; he is
a little lx>y like me. and rides a hobby
horse.”
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