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THE UPS AM) DOWNS OF COMPANY
B,” 24th A. REGIMENT.
BY A MEMBER OF THK COMPANY,
For The UarUctll Sun.
(CONCLI'DUI;)
The march was a har'd one and many
of the men failed to come to time, but
came up the nest day. We followed
up tho enemy next morning, marching
in first one direction nnd then another,
until we came upon them at Malvern
Hill. Before the fight commenced Jas.
M. Haynes was struck by a ball from
a shrapnel and afterwards died, not so
much from the wound as from disease.
James Holbrooks was killed in about
100 yards of the Yankee lines, and F.
C. Holbrooks slightly wounded. Our
troops gained the victory, but were
Very badly whipped. The next morn
ing the enemy were under cover of their
gunboats, glad to be let alone—and we
Were glad to let them alone.
We were moved back to the neigh
borhood of Richmond, camped near a
fine spring or springs, and had a good
easy time for some days ; sent down to
Malvern Hill during the time, it being
reported that the enemy were advanc
ing—false alarm.
We were next ordered to Hanover
Junction, under Gen. Hill, to watch
McClellan, while Jackson and Long
street fought the second Manasses.
We received orders to cook three days
rations and march at daylight; but the
(lour was not issued until an hour be
fore we started, very little was cooked,
we could not carry it and had no trans
portation fbr it. We had three days’
hard marching, with nothing to cat but
the roasting ears we could find and
green apples. On reaching Rapid Ann
we were halted near a twenty acre corn
field and resting, some wag got on a
stump and cried out at the top of his
voice, that it was the order of General
Cobb that every man should go into the
field and draw his rations. Although
a strong guard had been placed around
the field to protect it, in less than 15
minutes there was not an ear of corn
in the field.
We followed our victorious army via
Manasses on to Leesburg, fording the
Potomac, on to Fredrick City, across
the mountain, down to Harpers Ferry,
back to Cramptons Gap. Here the 24th
Ga. and 15th N. C. were sent to the
top of the mountain to hold the Gap,
but told to report to someone who
would place them in position. We
found no one, but heard firing at the
base. The Lieutenant-Colonel order
ed us to go to the firing, but before we
got half down the mountain we met the
troops who had been engaged running
out. They told us we would “ catch
h—l down there!” We soon struck
them—or rather they struck us. In
twenty minntes Cos. J> lost 1G men out
or 24. There were 20,000 Yankees
against us. We retreated, every man
for himself, but taking advantage of
the trees, we fought them Indian fash
ion as we retreated. We formed our
line of battle just at dark, about two
miles from the mountain. Other troops
came to our relief and we held the
enemy in check until Harper’s Ferry
was ours. We regret exceedingly ikat
we cannot give the names of those
wounded at the Gap, but their names
have slipped our raemory, and we have
nothing to which we can refer.
We were marched back to Harpers
Ferry, thence to Sharpsburg, where we
lost four men out of ten. Their names
occur to me: Dosier Brown, N. Nelms,
Bennet and YV. J. Cobb, who,
poor fellow, had to be left on the field
and fell into the hands of the enemy.
Retreated across the Potomac, rest
ing a short time at Martinsburg. It
was now getting cold, and many of the
men were half clad and without shoes.
Their sufferings were very great. We
moved backward from this point until
we reached Fredericksburg, just in time
to checkmate Burnside. We were on
one side of the Rappalianock River and
the Yankees on the other, in full view,
and could see them go up in their huge
balloons daily, and would sometimes
shoot at the monsters out of sport. I
don’t know that we ever hit them, but
they were taken down in short order.
The day before the fight of Decem
ber 13th, Cos. B. was on tho picket line
skirmishing with the enemy all day.
Sergt. Dickerson received a slight
wound in the shoulder. We had orders
when the enemy advanced to fall back
to the main line. The enemy drove in
the pickets on our right and were ad
vancing. when we retreated to the main
line. It prove to be, however, not a
general advance, and Gen. Cobb order
ed us to retake our picket line. Cos. B
deployed as skirmishers, advanced at
the double-quick, and retook the line
without trouble. The next day came
the fight. We were behind the stone
wall at May re Heights. The enemy
made charge after charge, but the troops
stood as firm as the wall itself and shot
them down by hundreds ; the men really
seemed to like the sport. Here Bcnj.
Scott, poor fellow, was badly burned in
the face by the burning of a number of
cartridges placed in the crevices of the
wall for convenience. He was sent to
the hospital and died from suiall-pox.
He died in the belief that a shell burst
ed in bis face. The enemy was so
easily whipped in this engagement that
no one knew it until he had crossed the
river and was on the opposite side.
We remained in camp here for the
remainder of the winter, making our
selves as comfortable as we could. Here
there were some grand engagements
with snow balls: regiment would be
pitted against regiment, brigade against
brigade, &c. There was always a
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scarcity of cooking utensils. One brig
ade would charge another, drive it out
of camp and take the kettles and
ovens; nnd then such fighting to get
them back. Here, too, the army was
visited with the gracious outpouring of
the Spirit of God, and many precious
souls were gathered into the fold of
•Christ.
Thus passed the winter until May;
when Fighting Joe Hooker crossed over,
and the great battle of Chancellorsville
resulted. Here we suffered very se
verely. Our brigade moved against
the Yankee breastworks in tho woods
and charged to within fifty yards, where
we were halted and ordered to lie down,
under a raking fire from the enemy.
We could have taken the works with
out trouble, and why we were stopped
here I never could tell. Wc were final
ly moved back out of range and re
mained for an or hour two; when we
charged and took the works without
difficulty. We were then marched out
to the road and received some hard
tack. We congratulated ourselves that
the fighting was over, but not 60 ; be
fore we could broil a slice of bacon, the
order came—“ fall in 1” and we moved
off at quick pace, eating our raw meat,
and presently the bullets began to whis
tle through our lines. We maneuvered
here until the next evening about sun
down, when we were ordered to charge.
We moved up in gallant style with the
Rebel yell, expecting every moment to
have our lines swept with missiles of
destruction ; but the enemy did not fire
a gun. We followed them through
thickets and fields, and over ditches
until about 12 o'clock that night, and
when the boys would get to a thick
clump of bushes they would erv out—
“ Come out of there, I know you are
there, I see the bushes shaking 1” or,
“ I see your eyes shining!” and per
haps a dozen or more Yankees would
come out and surrender. Wofford’s
brigade was far in advance of any
other troops, and once or twice the cav
alry came out and aroused us from our
slumbers, but nothing more. The next
morning our skirmishers followed them
to the river, and found that they had
crossed during the night. Cos. B did
her duty and sustained the reputation
it had obtained for gallantry. Lewis
Shiflet received a flesh wound, J. C.
Dickerson a flesh wound, M.*TT. 11.
Roberts severely, Hugh McLane severe
ly, General Jourdan severely, P. Bal
lenger lost his leg. If there were oth
ers wounded I cannot now tell.
After the fighting we were moved
back to our old camps, and felt almost
like we were returning to our homes.
The revival which had commenced be
fore the fight continued with increased
interest. Here we remained until June,
when we started on the march for what
point we did not know ; but the march
was a very trying one, and hundreds of
racu died on the roadside from sun
stroke.
On this march another change took
place in the officers of the company:
Capt, Davant was promoted and made
Major of a battalion of sharpshooters,
when Lieut. Johnson becjffnc Captain,
Baker and Ginn moved up a notch
higher and W. 11. Dickerson was elect
ed Lieutenant. There was much dis
satisfaction in the company at first, but
they soon became reconciled to the
change.
We continued the march on to the
Potomac, nothing of special interest
happening on the way, crossed the
river the last of June, and marched
into Pennsylvania. Our invasion cul
minated in the great battle of Gettys
burg. in which Cos. B. acted well its
part driving the enemy from the field
into the mountains. I regret I cannot
give the casualties of this engagement.
After the fight we moved back across
the river and were glad enough to get
again into Dixie.
We gradually moved back toward
Richmond, until in September we were
ordered to Chattanooga. Our hearts
leaped with joy when we found we were
to drive the invader from our own soil.
The greatest trial the men had to en
dure during the war was to pass by
their homes, from which they had been
absent for two years, without making a
stop. They were, however, equal to j
the occasion. When we reached the
scene of action, the enemy had been
driven back and our services were not
needed. We remained here at Chatta
nooga for some weeks and started on
that terrible campaign through East
Tennessee.
Here I have lost my reckoning of
Cos. B, and shall have to leave its his
tory to the pen of some other writer.
I regret exceedingly that I have not
been able to give the names of those
who fell in defence of their country,
some by disease and some by the mis
siles of the enemy. Their bones lie
scattered from Georgia to Pennsylva
nia. No monument marks their last
resting-place. They live, and we trust
will ever live, in the hearts of their
countrymen. The cause for which they
sacrificed their lives was lost, but the
sacrifice has not been in vain. They
demonstrated to the world, against
which they were fighting, that the love
H ART WELL, GA.. WEDNESDAY. SEPTEMBER 4, 1878.
of liberty still burned In theif hearts,
nnd that they were willing to meet
death itself to maintain it. Let us
teach our children and out children's
children to reverence their names, and
to imitate their example.
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A TRIP TO THE MOUNTAINS.
Vinllluir tho lien of Remonil, tho ltovo
nun Outlaw.
For The ITarticeU Sun.
Messrs. Editous : I will attempt to
give you a short account of my wan
derings and travels among the hills.
About the first of August I left the vil
lage of Pickens, S, C-, having other
business, as well as a desire to leave the
impudent fleas and hot weather in the
rear and enjoy for a few days the brac
-411" air and cool shades of the Blue
Ridge Mountains. Besides, my busi
ness was in the neighborhood of the
celebrated hero and outlaw L. R. Red
mond, who has kicked up such a tre
mendous flurry with the revenue offi
cials. So I made up my mind to cut
loose from hot weather and other mat
ters, hoping that friends and the bal
ance of mankind might not be imper
tinently curious to know my destination.
Thus earnest and self-confident, I be
took myself zealously to this important
calling. Nature was just beginning to
draw her nocturnal curtains and to send
around the eastern horizon the bright
rays of the coming god of day as I
rode forth on my Quixotic errand. My
horse (Charlie, the Irish Dragoon, as I
generally call him) dashed ahead in
earnest, seemed to get his mettle up
and by natural instinct to know he was
leaving the hot weather and lleas be
hind. I had a hard day's ride ahead of
me and had to make some zigzags be
fore I reached my point of destination.
I determined to visit the beautiful val
ley of Toxaway before my return, as
often in my youthful days with dog and
gun I have passed many pleasant days
in the wild and ruggejl mountains around
This is the home of the outlaw Major
Redmond. Night was approaching,
and the dark clouds mustering their
threatening ranks seemed preparing for
a general artillery celebration and bring
ing up their whole force from the loud
thunder for a drenching rain, made me
think about shelter. So dashing on a
fast trot, nothing but the dark forest
and towering cliffs in view, tended
rather to make the prospect gloomy.
At last, as good luck or the good fates
would have it, I was cheered by the
sight of a cabin a short distance from
the road. Riding up I give the door a
good rap with my whip, when a short
rumble and noise is heard in the house,
a fellow poked his head out, and in
some surprise indignantly asked “Who
in the name of ” “ Never mind,
my good friend; I am no revenue or
goblin eitherfor be was evidently on
the qui vive about revenues. “ Now,
tell me how far to the next house or
the Devil’s Hole ?” This is thought
by some to be the crater of a volcano,
the home of the dare-devil—Rhoderick
Dhu —the brave and innocent man L.
R. Redmond. “Lor’ bless yer soul!
you is gwine the wrong way.” This
information was anything but comfort
ing. “Well, tell me where I can find
shelter for myself and horse.” “Jist
come in ; you can have my straw bed
or old arm chair, and you can lasso yer
boss to the gate ; but I am sorry to say
I can't offer yer boss any supper.”
Well, is this the chance for accommo
dation ! “ I must have my good horse
well fed and taken care of before I sleep
or eat; is there no house near ?”
“ Thar is not a house in miles of this
place but rtne, and that is a dreadful
place, as they are armed and looking
out for the revenue. I can tell you
across the mountain, but you must leap
a ravine or so, scramble through the
laurel, and find it a hard lick to git
thar.” “ Well, let’s have it.” “ Now,
you go up the road and take the right,
and arter a while turn to the left I
through an old field until you come to j
a deep holler, then take the second!
middle path on the right, and arter
awhile the second on the left, then rite
ahead till you see a chesnut tree —I j
mean the l'urderest one, for you may
see lots on ’em—then turn towards the
pines on the hill, and on by a pile of j
rocks if they aint gone, keep on till you
come to whar six paths meet, take one
sorter towards the south, sorter beyant,
now you mind you don’t take tbe wrong
one, this will bring you out right oppo
site the Devil’s Hole—about four miles
from here.”
For a moment I was dtnnflushed and
perplexed beyond measure. I had be
fore this been in a dilemma and sorely \
puzzled by mathematical problems, but i
this specimen of rustic trigonometry ■
rather took the rag off the bush. Now |
with my memory rather defnnet from !
fatigue and a bad organ of locality, j
well drenched with the heavy shower of
rairC 1 must confess I could not see
even a shadow of solution. My silence
however seemed to satisfy Mr. Solomon 1
the second that he bad done his duty,
and bad achieved a wonderful ma3ter-
poice of lucidity, for in a moment he
wished roe good day, nnd closed the
door. Note, Messrs. Editors, if you
could just have taken a view of yonr
humble servant about this time as lie
sat on his horse, wet as a drowned rat,
and mumbling over “ su'thin' ” to him
self—" go to the right, then to the left,
and up tho lane—good gracious!” I
can see you laughing at my pitiable fix
right now. However, I trotted off in a
hurry from Solomon the second, with
very little enre whether he had night
mare or ticks as big ns bull yearlins to
devour his carcass before morning. As
I rode away, the clouds cleared off, and
another hard hour’s ride, over rocks,
snakes, logs and deep ravines, brought
me in view of ray destination. It was
surely a terminus congenial to the
character of my journey, and a perfect
instonement of awful grandeur, a world
of pinnacles, and peaks, and cliffs, like
the pitiful leer of some Titan wizzard,
who had determined to show his de
moniac power over the humble habita
tion away down in the silent and solitary
valley below. This beautiful and ro
mantic spot is the home of the valiant
outlaw.
After hard scrambling and narrow
escaped reached the valley, nnd bad
eviden’*'/ (o vi tinn. igh the rubbers lo
satisfyMhat curiosity to form the ac
quaintance of the immortal Redmond.
Dismounting aud going to the door,
found and old acquaintance, who gave
the formal introduction to the family.
The Major was absent, to my great rc
great, as lie might be keeping out of
the way on the appearance of a stran
ger. My old friend concluded to go to
a neighbor’s house and call in the morn
irtg. The only members of the family
that was introduced was a young mail,
a tall, handsome fellow, and a sister of
the Major, a tall and grave looking
woman, dressed in plain but very neat
style. As 1 looked at her I was pleased
to find her so pleasant and talkative.
She is a handsome woman, slight and
graceful, with that ruddy glow of health
which would class her as a Turkish
beauty—large black eyes full of incit
ing softness, sparkling with arch espieg
lerie, so much like the innocent fawtj of
her own native hills—her raven hair
flowing over her shoulders. I could
but gnre on the mountain belle with an
admiration that partook more of senti
ment than philosophy. She was really
so amiable and clever that I really could
but admire her. After a short restand
some good mountain bread and venison,
my friend proposed to go on and return
in the morning. As we rode forward,
the grave of the murdered youth Amos
Ladd was pointed out to me—a most
shocking and willful murder. As wc
passed a cool, shady spring wc called a
halt to satiate our thir9t after a hard
day’s ride, which was almost painful,
when we were met by two persons, one
of whom proved to be the hero of our
search that had cost so much fatigue
and trouble to meet up with.
The Major is a sociable, plain, clever
fellow. After a little chat, be pulled
out his bottle of “ Mountain Dew,” as
he generally carried some to treat his
friends, and we all joined him in a so
cial drink, and regaled our drooping
spirits by pouring the spirits down.
We promised to call in tbe morning and
have a general talk about bis troubles
and trials of the past. Now as we
parted for the day, I could but think
and repeat the stanza:
I lovo the coin Hhadfs of the mountain,
When eve lift* her freoh, clow}’’ eye ;
I love the cohl Hprintf by the fountain,
When the Major and hi pebrito in nigh.
Here we parted and promised to see
him on to-morrow. After a good night’s
sleep, morning broke upon us clear and
bright, such as we have away up in the
mountains. We found the Major in
readiness to give us a good hearty wel
come, and afterafew preliminaries, en
joying a fine view of the surroundings,
the beautiful cascade in sight, seated
J under a large oak, I asked the Major
to give me a history of his ups and
downs, and that I wanted to hear from
his own lips the history of his roman
tic life. We gradually drew from him
a real romance. He was very calm and
recited some amusing incidents of his
troubles with the revenue, and seemed
to enjoy it very much, though I could
discern in his moments of glee a shade
of melancholly over his manly face, and
his bright eyes would fill up, particu
larly when anything had reference to
the death of liis father, who was taken
by the officials from a bed of sickness
and carried to prison and who soon
after died, liis venerable mother not
long surviving, his brother killed in the
war and one died in the Confederate
service, his sisters, one of them help
less, looking to him for support, his
own pitiable situation, hunted down
and shot at like a wild beast by these
ill-fated fools who, with assumed au
thority, or who claim the right divine
to shoot innocent people and whelm
many peaceful homes in wo—in tears
—in blood. When be spoke of the
youth Ladd, who now sleeps the long
sleep of ages there to abide the dawn
ing of a brighter day, it seemed to over
power him, and for sometime it would
cau3e him to turu away, and he would
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remain silent for sometime brooding
over tho wrongs and trials he had to
suffer as an innocent man. As I look
in! upon his manly form, his full and
noble countenance, his sad and melan
cliolly expression, his earnest and un
assuming tftlo of wrongs and injuries,
his patient and noble bearing under all
these difficulties, I was convinced to
sec him in person, to hear his own un
varnished report, no man who has a
heart to feel, or sympathy for his fellow
man, but would vindicate this injured
man ; for he speaks the truth, and was
never known to speftk falsely. There
is no man living that can hear Major
Redmond hut will know that he has
been wronged.
Cheer up, my brave fellow, the day is
at hand when you will be as free as the
winds of your old mountains!
Now, Messrs. Editors, I expect, as
the weather improves, to mako a trip to
the grand old mountains, and will give
you dottings occasionally as to my luck
as a hunter and pleasure-seeker.
Hermit.
OUR SOUTHERN POLITICIANS.
Arf Ihfj- t’p to tho EilkoiiOm of Tliolr
t otiNfltuenU In I'riM-tlr.kl lufortuatlon.
The Statesmanship of the South was
always of a character which savored of
an unweeuing fondness for abstract truth
rather than the consideration of matters
of immediate practical value. Ques
tions of constitutional appointments, ab
stract questions touching the organiza
tions of our governments State and Fed
eral, and the appointed spheres of each
accompanied by questions touching civil
liberty and overlying blessings seemed
in a great measure to consume the intel
lectual powers of opr great men of a for
mer day. Deßou's' Review had in a
measure done much to give a practical
and business shape to Southern reflection
and its statistical outline on Southern
wealth and industry had opened the eyes
and stirred the reflections of Southern
politicians upon subjects on which they
were previously grievously uninformed
or entirely ignorant. Now that the
Sbuth has come back into power we dis
cover the same propensity to discuss
principles, to meet conflicts of jurisdic
tion, questions of law and broad ques
tions of political economy rather than to
pursue with a studious regard tho inves
tigation of the practical operation of
legislation upon the irnmediato interests
of the people of the South. Questions
of immediate and great practical value
and enterprises which touch narrowly
the supremest interests of Southern in
dustry slip out of view whilst the North
adroitly puts us upon the defense upon
moral, socialistic and political (juestions
to which tho learning, the gemous and
eloquence of the Southern Statesman is
mainly directed. We in fact do as we
did at Manassas, win a brilliant fight,
grow great men who are in everybody’s
mouth whilst wc stop short of fruition
for want of transportation, for want of
the practical surroundings enabling us
to lead on to substantial results.
Now it is quite time that these South
ern politicians of ours should have some
thing more to think of than themselves,
or their own magnificent reputations.
Wcmust have done with glittering gen
eralities and come down to practical
facts. If they caunot inform themselves
thoroughly, on questions touching the
practicul interests of the wide Southern
land,‘let us recall these Washington orna
ments and send an entirely different sort
of men to represent us. Men who will
look into the practical operations of
Government. Men who will not take
all their information on great business
questions from Northern newspapers.
Men who will take the trouble to inform
themselves of the resources and wants of
their own section, and apply themselves
diligently to shape the legislation of the
country so that it w ill not be a well de
vised scheme for the Eastern aed North
ern marts and manufactures to absorb
the vast wealth-producing resources of
the Bouth and West. Our Southern
press too must forego the doltish habit of
getting its business articles from North
ern ami Eastern papers. As it is now,
some leading Southern journal simply
intent on making a paper with the latest
news, and the latest Northern specula
tions on great business questions of the
day —a journal perhaps entirely in the
interest of bankers and money devils,
and these in turu co-operating with
Northern moneyed institutions and cir
cles, rehashes the views of Northern
commercial journals, and these in turn
are taken up with au assinine sense of
of the profundity and “ enterprise” of
the great city journals by the country
press.
Wc are all working politicians and
press in tbe fools groove just as diligent
ly as type aud printer’s iuk can carry
us, without a day's thought spent upon
the very subject we dash through with
ready pen or flashing scissors. And
what does it all amount to? A garish
upstart assimilation of other men’s views
wno shape things to their own exclusive
interest and progress, perhaps interests in
conflict with our especial interests, and
absorbing or displacing them, so that the
moneyed circles of tho country, are grow
ing richer by millions from year to year,
whilst the great producing interests of
the West and South are growiug poorer
nnd poorer in spite of tho enormous pro
duction of these great sections from
year to year. Our great cotton ckid
worth $200,000,000 annually is shaved
down to a song, so that whilst Northern
und Eastern nabobs roll in wealth, awl
their wives and daughters flaunt their
silks and jewels in the faces of our cali
co dressed Southern wives and daughters,
with the exception of those of Southern
bankers, Gxid save the mark, our South
ern nnd Western producers are profited
nothing by their munificent heritage and
their wide and earnest industries. The
Northern and Eastern wiseacres have
thus nearly killed thegoose that laid the
golden egg and the industrial classes all
over the country have the wolf at their
doors, whilst millions upon millions are
imported abroad of brendstufls, meat,
crops aud other stanlo commodities,
which are alone turned into the coffers
of flic rich, and never reach tho hungry
pallets of the poor producing classes of
tho country. Is it a wonder that erazy
hended communism, a delusive shadow
of better things, is clutched after by too
agonizing starving millions? Yes! starv
ing in a land that exnorts by millions
upon millions annually. Foolish as
this communistic cyclone is, it will have
one good eflect, it will turn tho reflection
of the country away from negro human
itarianism, where the Eastern policy has
so long held it to the country's ruin, to
the steady and earnest investigation of
grave and practical questions so that tho
laborer shull not starve.
So far ns we of theSoßth are concern
ed, let us see where’wo stand.
The protective tariff is the ruin
the West and South. It is a known
fact that we get but 80 jier cent, of the
value of our cotton in high tariff peri
ods which we get iq a low tariff period,
and this can bo shown from tho facts of
figures running through over forty years.
Putting the average price of cotton at
10 cts., and presuming this to be 80 per
cent, of price we should get, we find we
are sinking 1 J cents per lb. or 810 a bale
on our 5,000,000 bale crop, some $50,-
000,000 per annum.
Again tbe sudden contraction policy
lias reduced values 25 per cent. Cotton
takes the complexion of the general de
cline, nml from this stand point It $2,00
million crop isonly three* fourths of what
it would bring in a normal condition of
things. We must add oue-third of the
value of the crop then to our present
three-fourth money value crop to get the
normal value thus reaching $267 mil
lions, uml sinking $67 million annually,
making over a hundred millions annual
ly lost to the Bouth. Arc we told that
this ennnot be so, or the industry of tbe
South would fall to pieces? Wc answer,
no other country could endure it and
live, and we have only to look around us
to see the wholesale ruin it has brought
upon the cotton producers of our great
Boutliern marts, nnd these fearful figures,
rolling up a thousand million a year,
find their full expression in the hopeless
scene of poverty through which we are
agonizing in all this broad and fruitful
land of oitrA
Welcoming an Ex-Confederate.
New York Tribune.
After the meeting, Tuesday night, of
George B. Mead Post, No. 38, of the Grand
Army of the Republic, nu interesting inci
dent occurred. One of tho members had
made tho acquaintance of a poor Confeder
ate soldier, and invited bun to the meeting.
The long hair and slouched hat of tho
Southerner soon attracted the attention of
men who well remembered these peculiari
ties.
Many whispered inquiries were made,
hut when the beer and pipes wenj round
it was noticed that the ex-rebel was kept
bountifully supplied. Finally the comman
der announced that he understood thero
was a brother soldier in the audience—a
brother soldier, however, who had fought
on the other side—and from whom a few
remarks would he acceptable. The state
ment was received with applause, and when
it ceased tho astonished soldier made a
few remarks to the effect that if the trou
bles resulting from the war had been loft to
those who did the lighting all sectional an
imosities would have been buried by this
time, and tho entire country in a moro
nourishing condition.
AJ the conclusion of this littlo speech
it was proposed that the lone G’onfeuerato
soldier be welcomed with the “ Grand
Army cheer ” —a compliment never ten
dered except to the most distinguished
guests. The cheer was given with great
enthusiasm. Immediately after this tho
“Liberty of tho floor” was accorded by
Commander Finley to the comrades of tho
post, and then ensued a scene which al
most baffles description. A grand frater
nal rush was made for tho ex-rebel. Ilia
hand was shaken ; tickets to contemplated
excursions, member’s business anu per
sonal cards, and general invitations with
out number were thrust upon him ; and ho
was placed in the ranks, behind the Phila
delphia guests, and escorted with military
honors ami martial music, to Broadway,
near which thoroughfare lay his temporary
home. Not a member present except the
acquaintance of the soldier was aware that
he would attend.
The sweetest little fish story of tho
season is told by Frank Abbott, of Bur
lington, lowa. At Clear Lake dwells a
little girl who takes a ride every day in
a small skiff drawn by two pickerel.
They are regularly harnessed, and by
means of lines she is enabled to guide
them in any direction. The fish are
about three feet in length, aud weigh be
tween seven and eight pounds each, and
are very powerful. When the girl is
tired of riding, she drives the pickerel to
a boat-house, where they are unharness
ed, taken into a commodious glass aqua
rium, made expressly for them, and fed.
When she goes to the tank to harness
them for a ride, the pickerel jump al
most into her arms, so glad, apparently,
are thev to see her. The young miss
has been offered SI,OOO for her team.