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Washington-, Mat, 1863.1
Soldiers, returnM from many a fight, to-day
I call another year, another May.
When from your homes at first yemarch'd away.
Tour country summon'd what quick answer
came
Shall never be forgot by human fame;
The north was red with out electric flame!
The dragon's teeth were sown that started men
(So may the land be never bown again!)
Ye were the crop that sprang in armor then.
Lo, every highway made its end in one.
With btern, advancing dust against the sunl
A line of bayonets thrust to Washington!
I heard, I saw! the street ye tread to-day
Took echoes that shall never pass away
Visions that shall lw visible for aye'
Ve came from man a long remembered fight;
Your flag? r.re glittering, in the windy light,
With names that make their tremulous stars
more bright.
Banners w hone rags are famous, veterans too,
Fat he tie with the storms they fluttered through.
Ye bear in pride and tenderness with you!
Ye come ye are not all that went away;
Another nryriad as great as yours to-day
Keep their encampment with the flowers of May.
Yo came from homes that hap'Iy echo still
With your last footstep? on the quiet sill;
Go back, go back, the empty air to fill!
Ye came from ncn plowed fields and w heated
lands.
Where the old harvests call'd for willing hands;
Go back to join the gentle reaper hands!
Ye came the work is done ye came to do;
Go back, go hack, O servants tried and true
Go back to find your land created new!
John James riATT.
THE CAPTAIN'S PENSION.
A STORY OF DECOIIATION DAY IX BHACE
VILLE. Capt. Ilatton was the highest authority ou
war subjects in Braceville. He could tell
stories of army life from hour to hour and
day to day without repeating himself stories
which made the eyes of his listeners grow as big
as saucers. For him the war was never over,
lie continued to march, to pitch his tent and
to fight with nil the patriotic fervor which
distinguished him in the days when tho boom
of the cannon shook the land. So engrossing
an interest did he take in his career as a
soldier that he never cut much of a figure in
business. His talents in peace were purely of
a narrative character, and as exercised in
Braceville wholly unprofitable from a finan
cial standpoint.
The captain never troubled himself about
this, but his family did, a fact not to be won
dered at, since they experienced all the dis
comfort resulting from it, and the captain
none at all scarcely. Trouble never adhered
to hi iu. He had the beautiful faculty of let
ting bomebody else carry all tho difficulties
while ho went on with his reminiscences.
When his signature was needed his w ife or
bis son brought him the papers and he signed
them, but he never read them. The only
thing he ever read was war history, and this
tie found fault with because it wasn't always
correct.
His family, unhappily, didn't sympathize
with bis military tastes. They had strong
ambitions in a different direction. They be
longed to and fraternized with the present
and itsnaterial interests. His wife had been
obliged to be both financial and domestic
manager, and her husband's improvidence
often placed her in very awkward predica
ments. Their sou turned his attention to law
and looked forward hopefully to future dis
tinction. He had worked bard to pull him
self up to the starting place, too; and the
neighbors said he deserved credit The
daughters leaned to music and painting, and
dreamed of careers, and vainly wis-hed it
were iossiblo to convince their over patriotic
father that the war had long since ended.
The captain, though a bodily figure in bis
household, iu spirit dwelt in the past, amid
the roar of battle or in the idle days of wait
ing in camp, and was happy as only one who
indulges his pet dreams can be. As his hair
whitened and old age began to face him
squarely, his war stories were often finished
with a sigh, and he spoke more frequently of
reunions in that unknown country into which
flesh and blood can never enter, and where
war and the engines of war are neither
known nor needed. And when there were
reunions here when tho old veterans met and
marched on fields of peace under flags that
bad been triumphantly borne in war Capt.
Hatton's eyes were always dim with tears.
Once he looked at tho shrunken column of
veterans and feelingly repeated these lines:
Another mighty host comes marching slow
From their long bivouacs in the gtss and
snow
By these thejr fought and suffered long ago.
Through every street they march with silent
tread
(Quicken the living, ye the livingdead);
Look, the same tattered nag is overhead.
His materialistic and unpoetical friends said
that be was getting old and possibly a little
feeble minded; but those who are much inter
ested in life never understand the feeling of
those who are slipping out of it.
Last year, as Decoration day approached,
Capt. Hatton's eyes burned with more patri
otic fervor than ever. Honors to the dead
heroes of the war gave hfm great joy. His
fellow townsmen, knowing the depth and
strength of bis patriotism, requested him to
give a talk on Decoration day, in the ceme
tery, on the war and its heroic dead.
The day came. The few soldiers' graves
In the Braceville cemetery were most pro
digally covered with flowers. Prayers were
offered, poems read and eulogies pronounced
over the brave men who died in their coun
try's service. But there were few to weep
over them.. Their companions and friends
had aearly all vanished from under the asm.
Capt Hatton's address astonished erery
feodj. It was the outpouring of Ids heart on
atfcsoae dearer to him than all else, aad the
ftaad feeling with which to spoke set the
hearts of his hearers oa fire, and they wept
Be paiasad the spirit of tS war ae it cane to
assa overshadowed the peaceful land; he de
scribed the action of battle, the cowage of
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Ms aaSted, too, the Battle of SaOok, where
ha had girt theses of his corporeal traaae
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tnem lying on the field after the battle, their
white or ashen gray faces, with contracted
muscles, taking ghastly or distorted shape or
again wearing smiles of seraphic sweetness.
He became a poet in describing the scene.
His friends and neighbors listened with tear
ful attention and felt a new and deeper
respect for the brave and loyal old soldier.
That evening the Hatton family sat down
to supper in unusual spirits. The captain
was still under the influence of the day's
hallowed glory; and, for the first time in
their lives, his Wife and children were proud
of his abnormal patriotism.
His son brought letters and handed them to
his father before they seated themselves at
table, lnecapuuu,
with his thoughts
on fields of battle
and dead com
rades, handled
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U L&Arfti looking at them
ry )L vtsM Jfigf A and laid them aside.
Tho young man
seemed to have
tl:C-3i letters ou his
mind. He glanc.d
toward them from
time to time as he
ate, and when the meal was finished and they
still sat about the table chatting pleasantly,
he said:
"You haven't read your letters, father," and
with polite alacrity he got up and handed
them to tho white haired dreamer.
The captain ojened one after another with
out interest Suddenly his eyes flashed and
he began to tremble. "Here, my children,
look here!" he cried excitedly, holding at
arm's length an official jiaper and a letter of
iiniosing appearance. "My grateful govern
ment insists that I shall have all this mousy
for the wounds I received at Shiloh wounds
of which I have always been proud and
felt it an honor to bear without thought
of -compensation. I have ever held
that the true patriot gives his spirit
and his body freely to his country. I never
asked for a pension, though I know I was en
titled to it No, I did not ask it, but my
government lias proved itself worthy of loyal
wrvice: It offers it to me voluntarily."
Here the captain's son colored and began to
cough violently.
"I rejoiced that I had suffered for my coun
try," continued the captain. "It is a poor
order of patriotism that is willing to give
nothing. lam grateful for this acknowledg
ment of my service, because it came un
solicited. Here it is, my darlings, here is the
reward of your father'a loyalty to the land he
loves. Tako it, and do w hat you will with it
I don't want it I want to die knowing that
I have given something to my dear country
and have taken nothing."
"How much is it father!" asked Lilian, the
eldest daughter, who had dreams of going
abroad to study art
"Nearly ?7,000," he answered dreamily.
His mind was again roaming over the field at
Shiloh. Both young ladies caught their
breath. Their mother looked unutterably as
tonished at the vastness of the sum which, as
it were, had been miraculously thrown into
their laps; while the enterprising son tried in
vain to appear unconcerned.
'What shall xvo do with it?" asked Emma,
the other daughter, who had musical am
bitions. "Build a really comfortable house, a home,"
said the sensible mother, whose genius for
domestic management had often been put to
sore straits in consequence of her husband's
indifference to the material things of life.
"Just a slice of it would educate Emma and
me in our professions," said Lilian, in a voice
of eager interest
The son remarked that he knew of an enter
prise sure to bring extraordinary results, into
which, in his opinion, a large part of the pen
sion money might be put with profit
"Let us fix up this house, refurnish it, and
divide the remainder equally between us,"
said Lilian.
"Remember, children, that wo need a com
fortable home of our own," put in the mother
with mild firmness.
"But when wo get to earning money at our
professions we can soon build you and father
a lovely home," said Emma.
The daughters both held warmly to the sub
ject of going abroad, the son to the invest
ment, while the
mother heroically
stood by the project
of the home.
Warmer and
warmer grew the
discussion. Argu
ments, appeals, as
sertions, retorts
even, flew around
the family board
like wicked spirits
at war' with each
other. No one
counseled patience
and deliberation in
the matter of deciding what to do with the
money. All excitedly insisted on fixing its
destiny then and there.
Omy one of the circle offered no suggestion,
said no. word in regard to it, was not uppealed
to. This was the white haired soldier who
had so bravely earned the money. Indeed,
he seemed quite unconscious of the wrangle
going on about him. He had moved from
t Rotable and was sitting in the easy chair
near the open door, holding his letters care
lessly in his hand and looking dreamily out
on the hills fresh and fair in their garments
of spring. He was thinking, not of the pos
sible joys of the future, but of the dear
anguish of the past Over his face spread ah
expression of serene, exalted delight. It came
from the memory of what he bad suffered for
the sake of principle. His was a nature that
understood the blessedness of giving.
The dissension about the money went on,
growing in strength and wrath every minute.
At last, stung to defending his position, the
Mil, forgetting his father's presence, boldly
declared that he had some rights In the cast,
since his energy and perseverance had secured
the pension.
This speech mode its way straight into fhe
captain's consciousness like a knife, and like
a knife was the wound it made. This money,
then, this pension, was not as he had proudly
believed, the voluntary gift of a grateful
government His son had begged, schemed,
planned and struggled to get it, and in the
eyes of his country he was no better patriot
than the meanest of her servitors.
He turned toward the disturbed group at
the table with a look in his eyes the like of
which they bad never seen, and which they
never will be able to forget It had in it un
speakable astonishment, overwhelming an
guish and something else not translatable to
the limited spiritual perceptions of those who
saw "it That something was not of this
world. It was a beam from the unseen sun
of infinity shining through the old soldier's
surprised eyes. Instantly all were awed into
silence. Instinctively they recognized that
something mightier than their wills con
fronted them something they could not un
derstand. The old soldier began to rise to his
feet His lips moved but no sound came
forth. Slowly he sank back Into the chair
again. The light faded out of his eyes and
his face grew ashen white. The awestruck
family looked at him with speechless tongues.
Before they realized the presence of the
strange guest, death, who had come so unex
pectedly into their presence, he bad departed
with the soul of the old patriot.
Gertecde Gakrisos.
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A MEMORY.
Hat. 1861
The morning stars were growing pate
But still we slept, as soldiers sleep
Who kaowaot fear, deep In the vale
Betweea the sBouBtaias dark and steep.
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A quiet brooded o'er the camp.
And not a cloud was in the sky, '
With soothing dews our brows were damp,
A sweet breeze fanned us tenderly.
It may have been a mocking bird.
Low trilling to the dawning day.
But every veteran dreamed he betu
His love sing as he sleeping lay.
Some loves were wi ea and maidens some.
And some were mothers sweet and fair;,
And some were children left at home
Without a mother's tender care.
But ah, bow mournful was that strain.
That low, sad song in dreaming ears!
It rose and fell and rose again.
And died as if in sobs and tears.
Then brayed the trumpet, clashed the drum:
"Fall in!" Up sprang we all as one;
Bullets like bees began to hum.
And warm, red blood like wine to run.
On which side fought we, shall I say?
(We fought so hard, with hearts so true!)
We may have worn the stainless gray.
Or loyally tho precious blue.
Some fell, some lived, and all were brave.
For all had heard love sing that mom!
Oh, woman, weeping by a grave!
Oh, golden dream to tatters torn!
What without love is victory worth!
What is defeat if love be won?
Hearts of the south, hearts of the north,
Throb louder than the drum or gun!
Maurice Thompson-.
THE MEDAL OF HONOR.
A Decoration for the Living- Soldiers of
the Late War.
Nearly 00,000,000 people of the United
States scarcely know that there is a national
tribute paid to its brave soldiers. This is the
medal of honor given by congress for distin
guished conduct in the presence of the enemy
only. This medal has been in existence for
more than twenty years, and has been con
ferred upon several hundred heroes, but very
few besides the re
cipients know of its
existence. This ig
norance is duo to
the fact that a mu
taken simplicity
marks the method
of its presentation. .
In other countries,
particularly those
wo imitate iu mili
tary matters, tho
decoration is often
banded to the sol
dier by bis sover
eign in ttie pres
ence of the princi
pal officers of state,
of large Iwdies of
troops and of thou
sands of people.
The name of the
happy recipient is medal or honor.
published in the official gazette and by the
press throughout the dominions. In our
country this reward from the highest power
in the government is sometimes conveyed to
tho brave winner by the hands of the post
man. Rarely, indeed, is the presentation
made an occasion of public ceiemony. It is
received, gazed upon reverently by its pos
sessor, for it is full of significance to him, and
then It is put carefully away and is only
brought out occasionally for Inspection by
a comrade, or worn on parade if specially
authorized. This medal of honor has been
awarded to about 600 officers and men of the
volunteer service for individual acts of gal
lantry duriug the late war, and to 830 en
listed men in the United States army since,
but it seems to have been conferred with a
modesty so excessive that it amounted to
secrecy, and without any public recognition
ot the honor it was intended to confer.
HIS VIEW OF IT.
Upon the open porch we sat.
Our host had doffd hisslouchy hat.
And tilted back his easy chair.
His corn cob's smoko rose in the air.
The sinking sun threw golden lines.
The hills were sweet with breath of pines.
"Yes, I war in ther war," said he;
"I war a traitor once, may be,
Tho' I had work'd my farm all day,
An' didn't care a dura which way
They settled ther questions o' ther state.
I owned no niggers myself but wait
When Yanks kom down an' took my corn.
An' burnt my house, wher I war born.
An' carted off my hull blame crop,
I &ed, sed I, this thing must stop!
Fer I hed a kind o' honest pride
In ther ownership of my fireside.
I say, it made no odds ter me
Whether ther blacks war bound or free;
But I couldn't see them sogers take
What my hands had toiled ter make!
Then, when Mandy paled and sigh'd
An' our kid got scart an' cried.
By jinks, I rose an' grabbed my gun.
An' sed, it's time these raids war done!
So I fit right thro' in Longstreet's corps
Till Bobby Lee gev up ther war.
An' 1 war glad to see it cease,
Fer all I wanted, sir, war peace.
An' I hadn't ther heart fur layin' low
A lot o' chaps I didn't know!
Loofcat thet hand. You see it? Well,
That hurt kem o' a burstin' shell.
No pension, sir? By thunder, I would
Not draw one fer it ef I could!
Fer I'm kinder proud this fist war spiled
While raised defendin' home and child!
But It's pact, an' I'm doin' well
In keepin' this little one boss hotel.
An' as long as this house stands,
" An' they've no weaplns In tbar hands,
I don't care ef they wore gray or blue,
Thar jest as welcome har as you."
M.W.B..
FIGHTING FOR THE FLAG.
It was last Decoration day, after they had
returned from beautifying with flowers the
graves of the Union soldiers, who seemed to
sleep so peacefully in the soft sunshma, that
four former companions In arms were seated
under the tender green of the trees in Central
park. They were full of the sad yet precious
memories of the war, and naturally rehearsed
many of its incidents in which they had
taken part Their patriotism bad been freshly
stirred by the ceremonies at which they had
assisted, and, as they recounted scenes where
gallant fellows had given their lives for their
country, their eyes, that had often looked
death in the face with a strong glance,
moistened visibly, and ware cast down to
hide their emotion. While they w talking
they caught sight of the stars and stripes on
the old Arsenal building. A puff of wind
gracefully blew out the banner of the free;
they instinctively stood up together, removed
their hats, and, as one of them said: "Bless
the old flag! I would be happy to die for it
to-morrow!" they fervently clasped each
other's hands la recognitioHof a common sen
timent' The speaker was ex-Mayor Goodwin, aaa
tivs of CoeuiectlcHt, aged about 60, who bad
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of the war, and had joined a Missouri regi
ment as soon as the government had called
for troops. The other three were ex-CoL
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Mason, ex-Capt Bennett and ex-Brigadier
Gen. Wirtley. The first bad made his
home in Cincinnati, Bennett and Wirtley had
settled in Chicago, and, as martial represen
tatives of Ohio and Illinois, hod entered the
field immediately after the fire on Sumter.
They were all bachelors then, nearly the
same age, and having gone with their com
mands to Missouri, were soon dr. wn into ac
quaintance and friendship by similarity of
opinions and tastes. They had seen a good
deal of service in different parts of the south;
had all been wounded Goodwin and Wirtley
several times each and had kept up the
friendship joined in the early days. After
the close of the struggle they found them
selves in New York.where they are still
engaged in business. The endless distrac
tions of thn city prevent their meeting as
often as they would choose; but on Decoi a
tion day thoy are always in company, and are
likely to be bound together by associations of
the past while life continues. They are cred
itable examples of the citizen soldiers on
whom the republic can always depend in
time of need. They, in common with millions
of their countrymen north and south, so re
vere the national ensign that they would
sacrifice everything in its defense.
"Goodwin," said Wirtley (the four had
dropped their military titles, like sensible
men, with the termination of the war), "we
all feel as you do about tho old flag, us you
well know. I have been told that you showed
your devotion to it by recapturing the colors
of your regiment at Wilson's Creek. Can't
you give us the story!"
"It's not worth telling," replied Goodwin.
"It was only one of the many incidents that
occurred on many battle fields; and, besides,
it is bad tasto, you will agree, for a man to
recite his own experiences. He is very apt
to imagine himself a hero when he is a very
commonplace mortal."
"Let us have the story, Goodwin," ex
claimed tho three. "We are friends," added
Mason, "and we know you too well to think
you capable of boasting. On this day any
one who has boon a soldier is excusable for
indulging in personal reminiscences. We
have all been doing it, you know. Fire away,
old fellow."
"If you are bored, then it will be your own
fault," remarked Goodwin. "The story is not
long, anyhow; no, you won't suffer much
more than you anticipate. I had formed a
high idea of Capt Nathaniel Lyon when be
broke up the secession camp formed by Gov
ernor Jackson in St Louis, and I was very
glad to be iu bis command. He had been ap
pointed brigadier, and I was with him at
Booueville, where he routed a Confederate
force that tho governor had got together, and
at Dry Spring, where he defeated McCulloch.
When McCulloch and Price united, and
threatened to gain possession of southwest
Missouri, I approved of Lyon's determina
tion to give them battle at Wilson's Creek, in
spite of their superior numbers. I had en
listed as a private in St Louis and was al
ready a captain, so that my opinion had
some weight We were all so inexperienced
then that a man who had participated in such
skirmishes (we colled them battles) as. Boone
villo mid Dry Spring was regarded as a tried
soldier.
"How vividly I remember tho 10th of
August, the day on which the engagement at
Wilson's Creek occurred. The ground was
rolling, like most of the land in Greene
county, Mo., with clumps of trees here and
there and a forest in the distance. The
weather was intensely hot, and the dust from
the movements of the adverse armies almost
suffocating. Gsn. Lyon, as we were drawn
up for lattle, rorlo along the line encouraging
the men. He told them how much depended
on the result of the fight, to stand firm, to
remember the flag of the country, to think
that on each soldier's conduct the result might
hang. 1 could see that he was anxious, but
he looked hopeful, cheerful and undaunted.
A braver, more patriotic man never fought
in the Union cause. I felt that he would, if
ho should live, lead us to victory; that he
could not fail. So he seemed to affect every
body that came into his presence.
"My regiment was one of the first ordered
forward on the enemy's right We were
ordered to withhold our fire until within fifty
yards; but the men were so excited and un
disciplined that they began firing long before
they could do much harm. The fire was re
turned when we were near enough to see the
faces of the Confederates, and appeared to
be very destructive. My men seemed to be
falling all around me. But I soon saw that
it was partially confusion in the ranks, caused
by unfamiliarity with danger. The men
were speedily rallied, and I observed that
only a few had been struck. I ordered my
company not to mind the wounded and we
rapidly advanced. I had had at the outset a
keeiLsense of fear; I believed I should bo hit
every moment But the fear quickly passed.
I became intensely excited, and yet I was
outwardly calm. The dust and tho smoke
of tho guns covered everything, for the air
nas clore and stifling. I heard the roar
of the engagement, mingled with the groans
of the wounded and their pitiful cries for
water. I had a choking thirst myself. The
field seemed like a burning desert What
wouldn't I have givn for a drink of water,
and there was water nowhere, the canteens
being exhausted.
"Notwithstanding my excitement, I grew
steadily calmer. I ceased to think of myself.
I had no idea of personal peril, though I saw
men dropping constantly. When it was one
of our men, I was amazed. When it was one
of the enemy, I was rejoiced, and I found
myself shouting like the rest with delirious
joy at every casualty on the other side. I
hungered for blood. I was like a wild beast
If I could have slain a thousand Confederates
with a blow of my blade, I should have been
happy. One of our officers rode before us.
He waved bis sword, and cried out something
that I could not understand. The words had
scarcely left his lips when a cannon ball
carried away his head, and his bleeding trunk
fell to the ground. The incident did not
horrify or startle me; it only quickened my
tigerish passion for revenge, and I yelled
with glee, a minute after, as I saw a Con
federate officer reel in his saddle and tumble.
"The oddly uniformed line opposite, in which
butternut was a conspicuous color, showed
signs of giving way. Just then our standard
bearer, who was in advance, was struck and
fell. A fresh Confederate fares had been
ordered up to relieve the troops we had been
fighting, and bore down upon as in such
numbers that we were ordered to withdraw
slowly, our faces to the foe. A dozen mem
bers el our regiment had hurried forward to
rescue the flag, which had already been torn
from the staff by one of the eastny, a fine
looking fellow, an officer plainly, and which
ha thrust fato the breast of bis coat I
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marked his countenance and figure. I was
sure that I should remember him. 'What
pleasure I should have taken in killing him,
in order to recover the colors of the regiment,
which I felt it such a disgrace to lose in one
of the first real battles of tho war.
"But there was no chauco of recapluriug it
Wo steadily fell back, and were soon relieved
by fresh troops. Our regiment had lost,
heavily. Out of 600 or so, one quarter were
killed, wounded and missing, and tho remain
der were in no condition for further fighting
at once. I still mourned over the captured
flag. During the first year of the strife we
soldiers, you rememlier, thought the loss of a
stand of colors as bad as a general defeat, and
we never altered our opinion greatly after
ward either. It may l superstition, but it is
a patriotic superstition that overy true soldier
is inclined to churi-h. Tho Hag of a country
represents our highest Interest
"I could not bear to be off duty on that day.
As soon as I hod quenched my excessive
thirst in a pool of dirty water, where a score
of men were half frantic and fighting for
drink, I went to Gen. Lyon and offered' niy
service to act as one of his aides. He ac
cepted it, and giving me a horse sent mo with
an order to a distant part of the field. I de
livered the order, but in doing so bullet after
bullet whistled near me, one of the bullets
passing through the skirt of my coat I
already began to imagine that I might bo
destined not to be struck constant danger
makes us fatalLstsr-aud I galloped along to
the music of the guns, fancying: myself in a
feverish dream. To be beyond the sound of
cries aud groans, the sight of blood and
wounds was a great relief.
"I si-imil to be only hi danger myself, and
of t!ia ;.::ger I was almost unconscious. I
was iu a irt of the field away from the
battle, riding fast to where I supposed Gen.
Lyon to be, v. hen my horse reared as if in
pain. I believed that ho must be mortally
wounded bv a stray shot I disengaged my
feet fiom t' stirruiis, and just in timo, for I ,
felt that lit? wns fall.i.y. 1 tumbled headlong
I could not save mysvlf and then I was nn-coiisciou1-
How long I remained so I cannot
t"'l. I mo with senses dazed, but the din
of Kut'li.', the .-' tof diift, powder and smoko
restored inc. Jy hoi -j lay dead u few feet
distant, tlw blood still flowing from his side,
caiiM.il apparently by a grape shot No
onu -onnii near inc, and I was walk
ing avuty souiewiiat lame, when a voice, say
ing 'Surrender, you d d Yankee, or I'll blow
your brain out!" drew my attention. Out of
a cluster of trees had stepped a Confederate
officer, whom a glance disclosed as the captor
of our -oloi. To allay any doubt, if there
could Jh? doubt, tho silken end of the stripes
was still visi'.iJe in tho breast of his coat. He
was coming toward me with a revolver
leveled at my head, perlmiis fifty feet off.
Ho doubtless believed me unarmed: but I
reached instinctively toward my belt and
drew my pistol, which had happily been un
injured by my fall.
a 'Never,' I shouted. 'You have taken the
colors of my regiment I'll get them back or
die.'
"Dio thou!' he responded, and a bullet
whizzed past me.
"I fired at nearly the same moment, pro
bably to no purpose, as be still advanced. I
advanced also. The recovery of the flag was
far dearer to me than life.
"We exchanged shots again. It was a re
gular dueL Once more we fired. 1 felt that
I must be hit But I was strong enough to
discharge another barrel, and had the su
preme satisfaction of seeing my antagonist
full. I was immediately at his side, intent
only on the stars and stripes, which I drew
out and was trying to hide in my clothing
when my head swam, darkness passed before
my eyes and thon oblivion.
"1 was found unconscious, as I learned after
ward, on the breast of the dead Confederate,
a captain from Kentucky. His ball had
passed through my lungs; mine into his
breast Tho flog was closely grasped in my
hand and stained with my blood. It is at my
home and counted among its most precious
treasures. Again I say, 'Bless the old flag!
To-day every true son of tho great republic,
even those who fought so blindly against it
twenty odd years ago, is willing to give his
Lis: drop of blood to guard it from dishonor.' "
Junius Henbi Browns.
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How Men Die In Battle.
Frank Wilkeson, in his very interesting
book, entitled "Recollections of a Private
Soldier," recently published by tho Put-,
nams, tells how men die in battle. The fol
lowing paragraphs give the citizen an idea of
what glory costs the soldier:
After Longstreet's soldiers had driven the
Second corps into their intrenchments along
tho Brock road, a battle exhausted infantry
man stood behind a large oak tree. His back
rested against it. lie was very tired, and
held his rifle loo-ely in his hand. The Con
federates were directly in our front This
soldier was a;-$arently in perfect safety. A
solid shot from a Confederate gun struck the
oak tree squarely, about four feet from the
ground, but it did not have sufficient force to
tear through the tough wood. The soldier
fell dead. There was not a scratch on him.
Ho was killed by concussion. While we were
fighting savagely over theso intrenchments
the woods in our front caught fire, and I saw
many of our wounded burned to death.
Must they not have suffered horribly? I am
not at all sure of that The smoke rolled
heavily and slowly before the fire. It envel
oped the wounded, and I think that by far
the larger portion of the men who were
roasted were suffocated before tho flames
curled round them. The spectacle was cour
sge sapping and pitiful, and it appealed
strongly to the imagination of the spec
tators; but I do not believe that the wound
ed soldiers who were being burned suffered
greatly, if they suffered at all.
When we got into the Brock road (at tho
battle of the Wilderness) intrenchments a
man a few files to my left dropped dead, shot
just above tho right eye. He did not grcan
or sigh or make the slightest physical move
ment, except that bis clnsi heaved a few
times. The light went out of his face in
stantly, leaving it without a particle of ex
pression. It was plastic, and as the facial
muscles contracted it took many sliafxs.
When this man's body became cold and his
face hardened it was terribly distorted, as
though he bad suffered intensely. Any per
son who had not seen him killed 'would have
said that he had endured sapient ngony be
fore death released him. I have seen dead
soldiers' faces which were wreathed in smilc-s,
and heard their comrades say that they had
died happy. I do not believe" that the f aw of
a dead soldier lying on a buttlrfield ever
truthfully indicates the mental or physical
apgiikh or peacefulness of mind which lie suf
fered or enjoyed before lib death. Tho face
is plastic after death, and as the facial mui
cles cool and contract they draw the fuce into
many shapes.
A Saperb Appearance.
British Minister West weighs about 200
pounds, and when attired in knee breeches,
silk stockings and a cocked hat he is said to
sressnt a suoerb appearance.
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Thomas M. Plaisted, Clerk of the
court of Marshall county, Dakota, whose
home is at Britain, while returning from
Huron the other afternoon was attack
ed with an apoplectic lit. He was tak
en from tho train to the hospital insensi
ble. The doctors Bay his case is a mys
terious one. They think it will develop
into congestion of the brain, and that he
cannot recover.
Purify Your Blood.
If your tongue is coated.
If your skin is yellow and dry.
If you have boils.
If yon have fever.
If you are thin or nervous.
If you are bilious.
If yon are constipated.
If your bones ache.
If your head aches.
If you have no appetite.
If you have no ambition, one
bottle of IScis' Blood Purifier and
Blood Milker will relieve any and all of
the above complaints. Sold and war
ranted by Dr. A. Heintz.
Mr. Albert Delpit, author of the drama
"Mile, do JJressier," which Mrs. James
Brown Potter has purchased, is an
American by birth. He is from New
Orleans, the home of Mrs. Potter's child
hood. The Pepsilutioa orCJolstutbsM
Is about 3,000, and we would say at least
one half are troubled with some affection
ot the Throat and Lungs, as thoc com
plaints are, according to statistics, inoro
numerous than others. We would ad
vie all uot .to neglect the opportunity to
call on us and get a bottle of Kemp's
Balsam for the Throat and Lungs. Price
50c and $1.00. Trial size free. Res
pectfully, Dr. A. Iieintz.
Mine. Gerstor is spending tho .spring
in Paris, visiting, shopping, driving, and
devoting herself to her two children.
Linda and Bortha, bright little girls of
5 and 2 years respectively.
From the earliest historical times
down to the present, there has been
nothing discovered for lmwel complaint
equal to Chamberlain's Colic. Cholera
and Diarrhoea Remedy. There is no
reinudy as near perfeet, or one that is as
strongly endorsed by all persons who
have hr.d occasion to use it. Sold by
Dowty A- Becher.
Mine. Patti bits as household compan
ions three dogs and six talking parrtos.
Wonder if she stuffs cotton wool in her
ears when they become communicative?
English Spavin Liniment removes all
Hard, Soft or Calloused Lumps and
Blemishes from horses. Blood Spavin,
Curbs, Splints, Sweeney, Stifles, Sprains,
Sore and Swollen Throat, Coughs, etc.
Save So0 by use of one bottle. livery
bottle v.arianted by C. B. Stilhnan.
druggist, Columbae, Neb.
After she finishes her engagement in
this country Mine. Bernhardt will go to
London, where she will appear in the
Lyceum theater.-
Salt Rheam or Krzemn.
Old sores and ulcers,
Scaldhead and ringworm.
Pain iu the back and spine,
Swelling of the knee joints,
Sprains and bruises.
Neuralgia and toothache,
Tender feet caused by bunions, corns
and chilblains, wo warrant Beggs' Trop
ioal Oil to relievo any mid all of the
above. Dr. A. Heintz.
It is said that Edward Hanlau is prob
ably thirty seconds faster than last
year.
A CSreat MairprlM
Is iii Htore- tor all who use Kemp's Bal
sam for the Throat ami Lungs, the great
guaranteed remedy. Would you believe
that it is sold on its merits and that
each drui'giot is authorized to reiund
your money by the Proprietor of this
wonderful remedy if it fails to cure you.
Dr. A. Iieintz has secured the Agency
for it. Price 50c and $1. Trial size Jree.
Jem Smith, the English pugilist, was
recently outbo'xed by TolT Wall in Eng
land. 'Be wise with speed;
A fool at forty is a fool indeed !"
So said Young. Straw's show which
way the wind blows, and there are a
score of symptoms any one of which
shows the existence of catarrh. Neg
lected, it will rob tho blood of its purity
and the system of its strength. Get Dr.
Sago's Catarrh Remedy. It cures even
long standing cases, as thousands testi
fy, and should be used for colds in the
head, which often result in confirmed
catarrh.
Paddy Ryan wants his name put on
the list for another go at Sullivan.
Do 1 ou Know
that Beggs' Cherry Cough Syrup will
relieve that cough almost instantly and
make expiration easy? Acta simulta
neously on the bowels, kidney and liver,
thereby relieving tho lungs of tho sore
ness and pain and also stopping that
tickling sensation in the throat by
removing the cause. One trial of it
will convince any one that it has no
equal on earth for coughs and colds.
Dr. A. Heintz has secured the sale of it
and will guarantee every bottle to give
satisfaction. 3feb23
Jay-Eye-See is being got ready this
year to lower his record, 2:104.
Fifty cents is a small doctor bill, but
that is nil it will cost you to cure any
ordinary case of rheumatism if you
tako our advice and use Chamberlain's
Pain Balm. Everybody that tries it
once, continues to use it whenever they
are in need of a remedy for sprains,
painful swellings, lame back, or sore
throat. It is highly recommended by
all who have tried it. Sold by Dowty t
Becher.
District Judge John N. Rogers died
at Davenport, la., on the morning of
May 22. He was one of tho best known
lawvers in the state. He was f7 years
old."
"O, It Wan Pitiful."
Of course it was! He tried one reme
dy after another, and finally gave up and
died, when his life might have been
saved by taking Dr. Pierce's '"Golden
Medical Discovery" the great "Con
sumption Cure" -which, if properly cm
ployed, will soon subdue all threatening
symptoms, such as cough, labored
breathing, night-sweats, spitting of
blood, etc., and restoring waning
strength and hope, effectually stop the
poor consumptive's rapid progress grave
ward, la it not worth trying? All
druggists.
Closing Out at Cost,
We have decided lo quit tho jewelry busiue.is in Columbus, and will sell
everything at cost, and oven less than cost. Call in and see tho astonishingly low
figures we will offer you:
A Good American wattrh $ 5 00
A Good Intent f'oM-filled (.'enih me n's Aiupiiran watct 15 00
Ladies" (iold watches 10 00
18 earat o!i! rings t per pennyweight 90
Set silver-plated Roger spooiis 1 t)0"
Good 5 "initios Mirer castors 2 50
In fact everything for less thai!
half the usual retail price.
This is no humbug to boom the business, but we want to get rid or the goods
and must and will sell them. Call and get pikes. C. C. Berringer will be in at
tendance, and wait on you. and be pleased to show you tho stock Everything
will be warranted, as represented, or tho money will be refunded.
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The Lumberman needs i t In case of accident.
The Housewife needs It for generalfamlly use.
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The Merchant needs It about bis store among
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Keep a Bottle in the Hoase. TIs the best of
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Keep a Bottle la the Factory. Its Immediate
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Fae-slmllo of Patent Ches and Checkerboard. ao
verUslna; the celebrated Bynvlta Block Remedies
and a KEWAKD OF fjl.seo. If you fall to
And It on this small board call on your druggist for
full-size. Handsomely Lithographed board. KItEE;
or send cents for postage to us.
COUGH BLOCKS.
From Mason Ijong. tho Converted Gambler.
Fort Wayne. Ind April 5, lfiSL I have Kiven the
Syn vita Couch Blocks a thorough trial. They cured
my little Rlrl (3 years' old) of Croup. My wife and
mother-in-law were troubled with cough of Ions;
standing. One package of the Ulocks baa curat
them so they can talk "as only women do."
Masox Long.
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Lima. O., Jan. 25. 1S87. The Synvita Worm Blocks
acted like a charm In expelling worms from my lit
tle child. The child Is now well and hearty, instead
of puny and sickly as before.
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The Great Diarrhtra and Dysentery Checker.
Drxpnos. O.. July 7tn. "SC Our six-month old
child had a severe attack ot Summer Complaint.
Fbyslclann could do nothing. In depalr we tried
Synvita Blackberry Blocks recommended by a
friend and a few doses effected a complete cure.
Accept our heartfelt Indorsement of your Black
berry Blocks. Mr. and Mrs. j. Banzuai.
The Synvita Block Kemedie aro
The neatest thing out, by far.
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No box: no teaspoon or sticky bottle. Put up in
patent packages. 5 Doses S3 Cents. War
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gist. If you Tail to get them send price to
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their address, and teat the business, we make
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