TOPICS OF THE TIMES.
' CHOICE SELECTION OF INTER
ESTING ITEMS.
at mm Ci-iticiasse Baaed Upsa
a Itpfnlaf of Day-Hletori-at
aa4 Mala Nates
It tan't always tbe man that lives the
hngea who lives most.
"Everything comes to tlie man who
it," except that for which he wait.
"Oportunity knocks once at every
i's door," but often makes sure the
lan to out before knot-king.
Ia England they a-.-e exploiting a red
ght cure for disease. It should be
food for tbe yellow jaundice.
It is more profitable to bet on a fool
ho faas luck than to put your faith In
a sage who can't make connections.
A ball man gets vast credit for doing
a goo thing which nobody would have
aotieed if the doer had been decent.
Tbe man who dropped dead just after
Jailing for a telephone number must
are got tbe number he wanted at tbe
(rat ring.
A Canadian has invented a brick lay
to machine. The real hit of the me
chanical world would be an egg laying
machine.
There is one thing about Turkey that
fa) lovable; she never allows her debts
to outlaw for lack of promises to pay
some time.
Europe seems to be the only place
where any one can go for rest, and If J.
P. Morgan tinkers with It much more
It will be as nerve-wrecking as Amer
ica. Some men who mingle freeiy in com
pany without worrying over their lack
f brains would be terribly mortified if
they were to discover that they bad no
cuffs Oil.
The resolution to do that which in
wrong makes the first step to the
Itairway leading downward, and we
Ind it an easy footing afterward until
ire try once more to climb.
' Electricity may be the motive power
f the future, but the fact remains that
in the census year 1900 tbe output of
iteam locomotives was more than
1,000, valued at more than $.'XMXX),W0.
The English love of sport is attested
y the importance attached to a rumor
that King Edward never caught a
salmon. The King's private secretary
KM appealed to, and was able to dis
pose of the slander. His majesty,
Then Prince of Wales, caught a twen-ty-one-pound
salmon on the Tweed,
Ibout the year 1865.
Every once In a while some one ad
rises worklngmen to "keep out of poli
3ca." When it means that their trade
rganlzations should keep out of poli
ces the advice is helpful, but there is
o reason under tbe sun why working
Ben as individuals and as members of
irell-deflned political parties should
teep out of politics. Nobody is more
fitally interested In politics than work
ngmen. The wolf "Necessity" sometimes
railed the mother of invention is the
rreatest Incentive to achievement.
Thousands of men would give up in de
ipair but for the influeuce of this lierce
monster ever In pursuit. "To keep the
rolf from the door" is a well-known ex
pression, yet ninety-nine out of a hun
Ired families In New York City daily
rrapple wtth this very problem. Kent,
food, clothing, fuel, light, everyone
mnst have, and these cost money. To
et this money, people must work, and
rtgnt bore is daily fought out the little
for existence.
There are fashions in historical fie
. feu, Just a in clothing and personal or
taaunta. A list of historical novels
Emptied ay a student of the subject
siows only eighteen dealing with tbe
(Toole pre-Christian era. whereas tbe
'pealng years of the Christian era have
Aspired seventeen books. The Middle
Vgea have been reasonably well cover
. si by tbe novelists. With the sixteenth
watury they get into full swing, the
teyenteeoth provides settings for a still
- arger number of stories, and the scenes
ti nearly two hundred are laid in the
rigbtanth century. That Is to say, the
tovelists huddle within reachable dls
ance of our own day, and Ignore such
emptlng themes as, for Instance, Char
emagne. This may mean that tbe aver
ige reader's Imagination has a range
if only a century or two; or It may
can that the average modern novelist
Ikes to follow the safe lead of Scott
tnd Dumas.
What does one think about wheu one
thinks of nothing? It would be of
thrilling Interest If we could make our
Mj Into what seems the vacant spaces
rf the minds of our friends and find
Jth what visions they are really peo
pled. There are certain occasions, for
rumple, on which everybody must be
linking of something, and when It is
ret conventionally suitable to make no
wgn. When we are listening to music,
ir hat goes on In our minds? Tbe muni
tion would give much to know. When
Kindreds of folk are gathered In a great
Mcart ball and tbe strains of Mendels
taha'a Wedding March peal out, It
akt well be startling If an iastaata
ftetaTc coold be taken of tbe
Czi af ovary wife, hatband, maiden,
ktzs, tOf aad aptaatar who listens
O C esfc' VTaaa fcsala art bowed
. f trea aaata, or whoa bano
ji rzZ tea cystle naiagi to
through the minds would make
strauge commentary on human life and
character. We scarcely know ourselves
In tbewe regions of involuntary thought
Not a day passes but some moment
that should be laden with one emotion
catches up Its arms full of another and
widely different feeling. In our inmost
hearts we often smile at funerals and
weep at weddings, and are grimly lone
ly at the gayest festivities, weary in
the full tide of joy, flippant when we
should be reverent, wandering when
we should be serious. There has been
no Roentgen ray discovered that could
light up these secret places of the mind,
and until there Is we shall remain
largely a mystery to one another, and
even to ourselves.
If there Is one thing more than an
other which marks this as a distinctive
age in American literary production
It Is the phenomenal success of many
novels. For the first time iu this coun
try comfortable fortunes are made
through single stories. For the past
five years there has ever been some
particular story selling phenomenally.
Often there have been three or four
so much in vogue that for the moment
the publishers could hardly manage to
supply the demand. Perhaps never be
fore in the history of American letters
have so many young writers succeeded
in getting the ultimatum of their hopes
and desires; and the fact is altogether
too significant to be lightly passed
over. Of course, we have not sacrificed
old favorites. We continue to read
with deep interest the productions of
those upon whose works time's mel
low touch has been laid, but we seern
to be reserving our keenest apprecia
tion and our warmest enthusiasm for
those who are comparatively new In
the ranks of authorship, while we are
paying our best prices for the tender
shoots and the precocious buds of
spring, rather than for the well-rljened
fruits of autumn. Glancing over the
names of some of those who have
caught the ear of the public in recent
years we find that Mary Johnston,
Booth Tarkington, Winston Churchill,
Ilallie Ermiuie Itives, Robert Nellson
Stephens, Richard Harding Davis and
many others are each under 40 years
of age. There is no good ground for
the pessimistic prediction that the pres
ent demand for novels la to decline.
The newer writers are introducing an
intense spirit of Americanism into fic
tion, and of that the American people
will never tire.
Circumstances seem to conspire to
increase the personal popularity of Ed
ward Vl. of England. In his early
manhood his life was threatened by an
attack of typhoid fever, and on hia re
covery the national rejoicing was en
thusiastic. This was when he was
merely heir to the throne. After many
years he came into his great inherit
ance, and he and the nation planned
to make the coronation ceremonies a
splendid pageant, celebrating the glory
and greatness of the kingdom and the
kingship. But disease called a bait
to these preparations, and while the
king was on his sick bed the nation
meditated on the vanity of earthly
pride and glory; so it was In an humble
and contrite spirit that the King and
his people gathered for the postponed
coronation ceremonies. Tbe King on
his throne in Westminster Abbey was
not the symbol of Ihe monarchy which
he would have been In June; but he
was a brother man who had been near
unto death and had come back to the
haunts of the living. Because of this
experience of his. not only his own peo
ple, but the whole world felt a kinship
with him, and were moved by that
sympathetic Interest which arises out
of a realization of our common human
ity. Edward VII. Is now not merely a
King, he Is also a man with t lie rest
of us. His gift to the uatlo'i of Os
borne House on the Isle of Wight,
doubtless planned before his Illness,
takes on a new significance from bis
recent experience. The estate, in the
King's own words, is to be used as
"a convalescent borne for officers of the
navy and army whose health has been
Impaired In rendering service to their
country." It thus become a fitting
thank-offering for his recovery, and is
a further justification for tbe affection
with which be Is now regarded by hi
hundreds of millions of subjects.
To JxH-ate the Rat.
This is not a pleasant theme to touch
upon, but much may be forgiven to one
who haa recently passed the trying or
deal of having a rat die under the floor.
Search for the Inconsiderate rodent
was unavailing for several hours, and
it seemed as If the whole bouse would
have to be torn down to And the malo
dorous cause of our woe. "Walt" said
an Englishman, who happened in, "un
til I go to the butcher's and get some
blue-bottle flies, then I'll locate the
beast for you." We waited. In an
hour he was back with three or four
flies in a bottle. These he liberated
in. the rooms, having first taken tbe
precaution to close doors and windows.
In a few moments the flies settled
down In one 8)ot on the floor. "Take
up that board," said the Briton, "and
you 11 find your rat." The board .was
lifted, and there, sure enough, was tbe
long-sought rat. Washington Star.
Artificial Marble.
A new process for the manufacture
of artificial marble has been patented
In Berlin. Asbestos, dyeing materials,
shellac and aahea are pounded Into a
tiff maan and then subjected to blgb
pressure, T" product is surprisingly
firm and taogb, not brittle, la easily
worked by swans of tools, can be given
a tat awttas, and la appearance can
am ha dartlnru!shd from genuine
awita.
AfsaT a saaa Urea of
RUNS THE WEATHER.
HOW THE OFFICIAL FORECASTER
MAKES PREDICTIONS.
Signs by Which Oar Forefather Uaed
Solemnly to Prophecy aa to Coming
Storms Are Brained Aside by More
Modern Methods.
Evening red and morning gray
Sets the traveler ou his way;
Evening gray and morning red
Brings down raia upon his head.
Such was the way In which our
grandparents foretold tbe weather.
If It was noticed thai the old tabby
washed herself by rubbing ber paw
over her ear, or that the little tree
toads trilled their mournful little songs,
or the fireflies flitted low among the
flowers and the vines, the old folks
Bhook their heads and spoke of rain;
or If grandmother's feet ached the lit
tle folks grew sorry not because
grandmother had a pain, but because It
meant bad weather on the morrow.
Strictly speaking, our weather bu
reau is made up of a great many build
ings scattered all over the United
States, and the one at Washington is
the central station that governs and
directs the smaller oums, and to which
they send in their daily reports; for It
is by getting reports from all the dif
ferent sections of the countrty that
Uncle Sam's weather makers are able
to make their predictions. There are
one hundred and eighty towns and
cities In the United States where there
are observation stations, having the
same Instruments and apparatus as the
Washington bureau. Now, the observ
ers at these one hundred and eighty
stations do not spend their time wait
ing for Bpiders to crawl oat of their
holes or looking at the sky to see
whether It Is red or gray in the even
ing. They look at their thermometers,
barometers, anemometers, and so on,
which are far better guides than all
the other signs put together.
At eight o'clock in the morning and
at eight o'clock In the evening of
every day the observer at each one of
these weather stations from Maine to
California looks at his different instru
ments aud carefully notes what each
of them marks. Then he takes a look
at the sky, to see whether it is fair
Dr raining or snowing, and to see what
sort of cloud may be sailing about.
According to the Wiather Bureau,
-.here are seven different kinds of
clouds, and It is important that the
observer should see what particular
kind Is hovering around, for each kind
means some special sort of weather or
some particular state of the atmos
phere. When he haa finished his ob
Mirvatlon and noted all the indications
iie telegraphs his report to Washing
ton. In that way, then, the Washington
itatlon receives an account of the
weather at all parts of the country at
'ie same time, and, as you may easily
believe, it keeps the four telegraph
)perators busy receiving the messages
:hat come pouring In soon after eight
j'clock. As each message is received
ua the telegraph room it Is carried by
i messenger across the ball to the fore
cast room, or room where predictions
ire made, and handed to the translator.
As the translator reads aloud the
;ipher reports from the different sta
tions, other men In the room mark
what he reads upon a map of tbe Unit
ed States, so that when the last mes
iage has been translated the map
ihows Just what the weather Is at each
)ne of the one hundred aud eighty sta
tions. The map Is then turned over
:o tbe official who Is to make the pre
lictlons. In order to get his bearings,
te traces across the map the differ
ent places throughout the country
here the temperature is the same
tnd the places where Uie barometer is
the same. The one he marks with red
tines and tbe other with black lines,
tnd If you will look at a weather map
fou will see these red and black lines
(vrlggllng and twisting all over the
ountry.
When the reports from the North
west show a great fall iu temperature
lie knows that a cold wave has start
id on a journey through the United
States, and he keeps a lookout to see
low fast it reaches the different sta
ioa in the West. Then he calculate
tow rapidly It is moving and what
dnd of weather It has to encounter,
tnd perhaps when he has worked out
'.be problem be will telegraph the fol
owlng bulletin: "Hoist cold wave
lag; tbennometter will fall thirty de
crees In next twenty-four hours," and,
lure enough, by next day Jack Frost
tas got bold of our noses and toes, and
the cold wave flag Is almost tearing it
lelf to pieces with delight. But some
imea the cold wave doea not come as
a-as expected It l switched off on a
tide track or It melts ou the way and
lien the cold wave flag drops in shame,
-Clifford Howard, iu St. Nicholas.
81 EVE 8IFT8 FINE.
Daly Qllt-Kdt laaaslaraute Gat Far
tber Than KM la Island.
While there are more Immigrants at
ie port of New York than ever be
!ore, the deportations) are correspond
ngly numerous. A rigid enforcement
if alien laws at Ellis Island results in
noro people being sent back on the
ihlp they came on than used to be
he case. There are many things that
nay make an Immigrant Ineligible for
i long stay on American shores, and
iinong the tbousanda of foreigners that
ome over In the steerage every year It
a natural that a certain percentage
ihoold bo lacking la proper qaaliflca
Jom for American dtlsensblu, or even
aaUaaca. Ivory day at tfco barge af
ar plural acoaoa of dia-
aa Ota awltntlai osv
cutis coldly make arrangements to seuo
a man, a woman, or, mayhap, a whole
family, back to the country from wblcb
they have just come. This happens
very often among tbe Italians, says
correspondent of the I'itttsburg Ga
tette. A goodly percentage of the to
tal Immigration H from Italy, aud
there are many swindling agents in
that country who persuade their fellow
countrymen that they may evade tbe
Immigration laws of tbe United States
by embarking from some foreign port
away from Italy. The Italian Royal
Emigration Commission has taken tbe
matter up now. It warns all Italians
that If they do not come within the
provisions of the United States lui
migration laws they will not be al
lowed to land in New York. It is not
believed that the Italian government
desires to check emigration to this
country, but It does not like to have
Its people sent back In disgrace, as it
were. While Italians are named as
the most numerous class suffering un
der the provisions of the immigration
laws, there are people of other na
tionalities who find themselves sailing
out of New York harbor about the
time they expected to be dropping oft
a railroad train iu the far West. The
enforcement of rules at Ellis Island
and the barge office are stricter than
ever they were, and only gilt-edge Im
migrants have any chance to pass tbe
barriers down at the battery.
PIERPONT MORGAN OF JAPAN.
Suggestion That All Great Financier,
Look Alike.
The excellent Baron Shlbusawa, of
ten alluded to as "Plerpont Morgan of
Japan," created a highly favorable Im
pression In this country during his re
cent visit. Possessing a pbysloguomy
which, barring an Asiatic tint and a
crown of hair of un-Europeau straight
uess, blackness and fineness, might
have been that of a prosperous elderly
banker of American, English or Scot
tish nationality, and a grave and saga
cious financial bearing, be spread
everywhere the wonder how the Jap
anese could so soon have assimilated
themselves to Western ways. Are we
sure, by the way, that financiers have
not looked essentially alike in all coun
tries and ages? asks a writer lu Har
per's Weekly. Many busts and stat
uettes of prominent elderly citizens
have been dug up lu Greece and Home,
and are to be seen in museums to-day,
whose faces strongly suggest close and
not too credulous attention to financial
propositions of some sort; and they
look just like our bankers. There is
nothing new under the sun of finance
except the scale of the propositions;
the financiers and their ways are eter
nally the same. Baron Shlbusawa is
an excellent type of the kind. Ills nu
merous suite, however, were not the
well-assimilated Japanese business
men seen daily on our streets, who look
as if they were born In European
clothes, aud who have substituted the
New York facial expression for the
bland Japanese smile. They were for
some reason real Japanese, merely
masquerading In Western dress. In the
group of photographs which they ami
ably permitted to be taken for the
papers tbe awkwardly bending knees
look as If they were reaching out for
the kindly protection of flowing robes.
Local Distinctions.
The spirit of democracy, which hates
sham formality, was the motive in the
rebuke of a traveling salesman to a
party of State Senators whom he met
at the boarding house of an Interior
town. They were ou their way to the
capital, says the Philadelphia Times,
and were compelled to wait over for a
change of cars during dinner time.
Their conversation soon revealed to
the other guests that they were newly
elected "Solous," full of the dignity of
their position, and anxious to makj an
impression on each othe) and every
body with whom they came lu contact.
Their ponderous diction at table dis
gusted the salesman. It was "Will the
gentleman from Bllgeville have the
butter?" and "Will the gentleman from
l'ainted Post pass the bread?" and
"Does the gentleman from Nowhere
Junction care for the pickles?" and
"Did the gentleman from Signboard
Township enjoy tbe trip?"
Even tbe natives present began to
squirm under tbe excessive formality
of it all, so that there was a hearty
laugh when the salesman, turning to
tbe negro waiter, asked with fine bur
lesque of what the French call the
"grand manner:"
"Will the gentleman from Ethiopia
bring another cup of coffee?"
Sympathetic Critic.
The first play ever witnessed by Miss
Sparrow of Brooklyn was "Hamlet"
She sat breathless and spellbound un
til the curtain bad dropped for the last
time, and not until she was well on her
way home did she confide her opinions
and feelings to her niece.
"I pitied Ophelia," she said at last;
"yes, I certainly pitied her; but you
see she didn't realize such a great deal,
after all, her wits leaving ber that way.
'Twas a mercy for her, but I couldn't
help thinking 'twould have been bet
ter to take her right out of the piece
when ber head got so weak.
"But yet I couad see that would lave
Uirown Hamlet Into a position where
he'd have bad to say more to All up tbe
story, and as It was, he looked so sick
I didn't know as he'd live to finish the
performance. Nothing would have sur
prised me less Uian to see him topple
right over where be stood, and If he's
got any relatives If there's a (ingle
one of tbe Hamlet family anywhere
round I should think they'd sea to It
that bo baa the doctor before
lagr
Soma women snow taatr aa a ad
eoTtr it wlta a eoat of paint
THE BOOMING CANNON
RECITALS OF CAMP AND BAT
TLE INCIDENTS.
Survivors of the RebelUoa fcelata
Many Aaiiiat and Btartliag Inci
dents of Marchea, Camp Life, Forag
ing Esperiences and Battle Scenes.
"A good many stories," said tbe
Colonel, "have been told of that truce
at Kenesaw, but here is another. My
point of view was that part of the Uu
lou. line nearest the rel-l works. After
the assault on the dead angle, June
27, 1H many dead aud wounded were
left on the grouud lietweeu the line
we established and the rebel fortifica
tions. Some of the wounded crept back
to us during that afternoon and others
managed to roll out of the zone of tire
and creep back to us that night The
more severely wounded, however, re
mained where they fell until death re
lieved their sufferings. On the 28th
of June there were no living left be
tween the lines, and on the 2!th a truce
was arranged for the burial of the
dead.
"Some of the bodies were carried lo
our lines, but most of the dead were
burhnl where they fell, tbe rebel de
tails and our own working to the same
purpose. During the truce there was
in front of our brigade a mlugliug of
otflcers aud men from both sides In the
not very wide space between tbe lines.
I saw General James I). Morgan of
our division wearing a soldier's blouse,
without insignia of rank, talking to
General B. F. Cheatam, commanding
the Confederates iu our front. Cheat
am wore a blue drilling roundabout
gathered at the waist and, like Mor
gan, was posing as a private soldier.
Both, however, were recognized aud
identified, and Cheatam during the
truce threw off all pretense of dis
guise. "Among the men In company G, Fifty-second
Ohio, was a young fellow,
born and raised In Jefferson County,
Ohio, who was one of our men to scule
the rebel works. In some way he
learned that a certain Texas regiment
was in our immediate front, and that
his elder brother was surgeon of the
regiment When the truce was ou our
Ohio boy mingled with the Confeder
ates, fXM:cllng to find his brother, but
ou Inquiry learned the surgeon bad
been sent back to Marietta with wound
ed that very morning, and so the broth
ers missed seeing each other on an his
toric occasion. The Union soldier sent
verbal and written messages to his
relwl brother, and after that never re
ferred to the relationship. Did they
ever meet after the war? I don't
know."
"Of course they did," said the Ser
geant "I uieet every day or two men
who struggled against one another at
Stone River or Kenesaw. And by tbe
way, I met an old comrade at an even
ing party the other night whose face
I had not sr-en for forty years. We
were together In hospital at Nashville
In 1802 and convalesced together un
der what seemed to us at tbe time In
tolerable restrictions. When we were
transferred to the convalescent wards
we were always hungry and although
we were high-grade men we could not
resist the temptation to hover ubout
tbe dining-room door half an hour be
fore meal time. We were shame
faced about It, but we were so hungry
all the time that shame did not count,
and we with a score of others formed
every day ubout the door for a first
rush on the tables and were often driv
en back with reproaches by the sur
geon In charge.
"Now I never go lo a refreshment or
dining room at a reception If 1 can
help it. But on this evening last week
my wife wanted to see the table nnd
the decorations and I was Inveigled
into tbe crowd waiting outside the door
for seats. I felt as uncomfortable us
I did In the hospital at Nashville, and
was wondering If anybody else was
ashamed of this waiting like children
for dainties and sweets, when I caught
the expression of disapproval and dis
gust on tbe face of a man just In front
of me In the jam. Ills hair was gray
or I would have said Immediately tlutt
he was my old hospital chum. Then I
remembered that my own balr was
gray, and I held out my hand to greet
in fact my old friend.
"He began at once, 'Like old times,
Isn't it? I never remember Nashville
and bow ravenous I was in that con
valescent hospital, without blushing.
Do you remember the day I stole nu
apple on tbe street? I think of It
whenever a petty thief Is brought Ire
fore me In court Do you remember
Blake, who In a frenzy of hunger stole
aud devoured two pounds of cbeexe?
He la on the bench out In Kansas and
he spends ail his spare time lu buying
cheese for hungry boys and IioIkmm.
They have to take cheese or nothing
cause he remembers bow cheese touch
ed the hungry spot In his case,
'And do you remember,' he contin
ued, as we drifted to Ihe rear, 'the
chicken pies that old colored woman
sold In the market house? Lord, bow
hungry I was then. I ate three pies
at one sitting and 'they never feu ted
me. I never feel ashamed of that, or
of stealing the apple, but I do feci
ashamed whenever I think of bow we
hang with the general demeanor of
hungry dogs about that dining-room
door, and I never feel quite comfort
able at a function like this. Hello!
Where's my wife? Where's yours, my
boy? Deserters, both of us. Well,
lot's sneak out of the whole business.'
And wo did, to recall memories of the
hungry convaleocenta, of, M1M2.M OW
cago later Ooaaa. ,
Took Uatba Mack.
SaoaowaU Jackson bad small marry
oa soldiers whom be caught strafgUaf,
but Is said to hsve laughingly ton
doned one Instance. During a forced
inarch In tbe summer of 1M2 be Stop
ped to consult with one of his general
otti'Trs. The entire command had been
passed, ami as Jackson and his offi
cers rode forward to rejoin the column
the former discovered a private UP a
persimmon tree. Asked by tba com
mander why he was so far In the rear,
the private replied:
"Eatlu' slmmous."
"Persimmons:" roared Jackson.
"Why, ihey're not even ripe yet"
"Like 'em green Just now," explain
ed the soldier.
"And why?" asked Jackson, soften
ing a little with amusement at the fel
lor's lacouic answer.-
"To jw my Innards up to fit my
rations," was the answer. Philadel
phia ledger.
Experience of aa Illinois Veteran.
Comrade Jacob Miller, of Braldwood,
111., had a most remarkable experience
during his service with Company K,
Ninth Indiana, aud still carries a piece
of Confederate lead In bis brain, says
the National Tribune. Comrade Miller
enlisted at LogansiKrt, I ml.. In Wul.
His first captain was W. P. I.a Salle,
and his regiment was commanded by
Robert Mliroy.
At the battle of Clilckamauga, Sept
19, lHG.'i, while lu the act of aiming,
Comrade Miller was struck by a mus
ket ball which penetrated the forehead
and he fell backward and was left for
dead. Comrade Miller recollects hear
ing his captain sy: "it's no use to
remove poor Miller, for he is dead."
By the shot one of his eyn was
knocked out of Its socket, and the oth
er was soon so swollen that be could
see nothing. But he retained conscious
ness, and crawled forth from among
the dead, after his comrades bad fall
en buck, and made his way to the field
hospital. The next morning, having a
great dread of being taken prisoner,
he started out to make his way to
Chattanooga on foot. He could only
see a few feet ahead of him by hold
ing open the lids of the swollen eye.
Comrade Miller walked as far as he
could and then lay down by the road
side. An ambulance driver, finding
him still breathing, picked him up and
put him In the ambulance In the space
which had been occupied by a com
rade who had Just died. In this way
Miller finally reached Chattanooga on
Sept. 21, and there fell in with two
members of his own company, and
with (bran crossed the river In tbe
evening and stayed all night with the
company teamsters.
At noon the next day he had bis
wound dressed for the first time. Then
be drew rations and with his com
rades started across the mountains
to Bridgeport where they arrived Sept.
25. From Bridgeport he rode to Nash
ville lying on his back lu a box car.
In Nashville his wound received its
second dressing.
Miller's two comrades sent a letter
to their captain asking for descrip
tive list for themselves and for Miller,
so that they could draw their pay. The
captain answered. Inclosing the lists,
but added that he would never have
included one for Jacob Miller hod It
not been for the testimony of his two
comrades who were with hlni, for the
reason that he was sure that he had
left Miller dead on the lield on Chick
amauga. Indeed, after (lie battle. Mil
ler was reported dead by his captain,
aud his name was printed lu rhe news
papers among the killed.
Miller's friends in Indiana did not
know he was alive until two mouths
later. The army surgeons feeltug sure
that Miller would die, told him they
would not give him any more pain
by probing for the bullet, so it was left
lu the wound until he went home. Nine
mouths after he was wounded he ar
rived home. Two surgeons operated
on him aud succeeded In removing
about one-third of the musket ball.
Seventeen years after he was cleaning
hU wound one day when a piece of
lead dropped Into the water.
Comrade Miller has no memory for
names, but very vividly recalls all the
little details of how he was shot and
how he was left for dead, and finally
crawled sway from among the dead
aud dying.
Dodrlna Ballets in Battle.
The physical effects produced upon
different nieu lu the presence of dan
ger forms an Interesting study, but In
many cases the outward signs, as Indi
cated by the actions of the Individual,
In no wise measure the degree of cour
age or of fear, says the Century. The
practice, for instance, of dodging shots,
"Jni k kuiflug" under Are. proceeds
from a uervousuess which Is often
purely physical, and has but little more
elgnlnmuee as a test of courage than
winking when something Is thrown In
your face. The act is entirely Involun
tary. A general officer, who was killed
at the second buttle of Bull Run, waa
one of the most galluut soldiers that
ever drew a blude. Everybody had
predicted his early death from (he con
stant and unnecessary exposure to
which he subjected himself. When
under fire the agile dodging he per
formed was a whole gymnastic exer
cise iu Itself. His head would bob
from side to side, nnd occasionally bob
down to his horse's neck, with all the
vigor of a signal flag In waving a mes
sage. These actions were entirely be
yond his control, aud were no Indica
tion whatever of fear. Dodging to
some extent under a heavy Infantry
fire Is very common. I can recall only
two persons who throughout a rattling
musketry arc always aat In thaw sad
dles without moving a muscte or even
winking aa aye; one waa a bngJar la
the rogalar naval ry, aad tan otaar waa
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