musket-ball cut one of them in two (the- broken segments stiTi
remaining), and passed into the shoulder of the Second Lien-
tenant of the company.
' Mew Gott!" exclaimed the brave Teuton, fingering the
Ten minutes later there was a lull in the battle storm, and the
German was earnestly relating the story of his escape, when a
wandering bullet whistled by, carrying the other ring with it,
and abrading the skin of bis ear. without doing further damage.
"Gott sei dank !" he said, fervently, "I got no ring in my
eose ! "
Such are the vagaries of fate; such the mysterious shifting*
on the boisterous battle-field, in the great struggle of Life and
A, MISSOURI JIBBENA1NOSY.
A member of the 9th Missouri discovered his brother horril>Ty
mangled and scalped. In his rage he swore vengeance against
the Indians, and for the remainder of the day devoted his atten-
tion entirely to them, concealing himself behind trees and fight-
ing them in their fashion. He was an excellent marksman, and
if an Indian did but show him a square inch of his red skin,
he was sure to send a bullet through it. Whenever an Indian
dropped, in answer to the crack of the federal rifle, he would
shout with delirious joy:
" There goes another red-skin to h 1. Hurrah for the
Stars and Stripes, and d n all the Indians ! "
Though ever following the wily foe, and though fired upon
again and again, he received not a scratch; and on his return
to camp, after night-fall, bore with him nine scalps of aboriginal
warriors, slain by his own hand to avenge his brother'* death.
A forage wagon of the 36th Indiana, containing only the team-
ster and- a- private of company D, was attacked by a band of
guerrillas. The discharge of a score or two of muskets tore th
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teamster into atoms, and relieved him of his command in a
twinkling, while his comrade did not receive a scratch. Three
of the rebels then advanced, on double quick, to within twenty
feet of the Iloosier, two of them with double barreled shotguns,
the other with a rifle, and, cowardly assassins as they were, fired
upon the lone Yankee. But again "Fortune favored the brave."
He was still unharmed, and sat there eyeing his coming captors
as though he had not been the target upon which the chivalrous
Southrons had been displaying their skill. The rebels, consid-
ering him bullet proof, refused to waste any more ammunition
upon him, and took him prisoner.
It is but just to say that the bullet proof Hoosier was unarmed,
or he would have shown the barbarous rebels a different mark&-
REBELS CAUGHT IN THEIR OWN TRAP.
The Sergeant of the picket guard being stationed near Pohick
Church, had his attention drawn to the tinkling of * cow-bell in
the bushes. With visions of new milk running through his'
head he examined carefully, and to his intense astonishment
found himself euchered of his milk ; but he made the discovery
that, as he advanced, the cow-bell retreated. The Sergeant
smelt a moderate sized mice, and made a double-quick retrograde
movement. He immediately reported the affair to Colonel Hays.
The Colonel secreted a squad of men in the woods, and the
Sergeant again made himself conspicuous. He brushed about
among the bushes, and the cow-bell approached. The squad
eoon had the satisfaction of seeing not the cow, but a Secesher,
with a cow-bell hung to his neck, and a six shooter in his belt
When he got within easy range, and in sight of the squad, the
Sergeant hailed him:
"1 say, old fellow, would you rather go to h 1 or to Wash-
The squad at the same time rushed forward.
"To Washington, I reckon," drawled the rebel, "I ain't
clothed for a warm climate."
And he accordingly delivered himself up with the best pos-
A SAD RESULT OF THE WAR.
A Union man of Missouri, who had two brothers in the rehel
arniv, joined the Home fJuard. and a few days 'after one of his
brothers rode up anu found him practising with his rifle.
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" I am glad to see you using your gun," said the brother.
M You had better join a company."
" I have done so," was the calm reply.
."Is that so? What company is it?
"The Home Guards."
"Ah, that's what you're at is it?" cried the brother. "Well
here's something for you;" and he immediately drew a navy
revolver and fired. The ball Lidded in the breast of the other,
who. s ta^ored and fell, but getting upon his knees and seizing
his rifle, pointed it at his murderous brother, who turned and
fled; -but there sped a sure ball from that trembling rifle, and it
arrested the rebel brother's course forever.
When General Reno was killed, General Stursis was within a
few yards of him. He was in command of thedivision formerly
eoimiianded by Reno, increased by several new regiments, and
the men had just distinguished themselves in driving the rebels
from the summit of the Blue Ridge. These General were bosom
friends; had been classmates at West Point, and graduated
together. When Reno fell. Sturgis ran to his assistance, had
him picked up, and said:
"Jesse, are you badly hurt?"
"Yes. Sam." he replied, "1 am a dead man."
" Great God, nol" exclaimed Sturgis.
''Yes, it is so, Sam. and you must do double duty now."
General Sturgis had him placed upon a litter and carried to
the rear, where he died in an hour. His last words before
leaving the battle-field, were-. "Boys, I can be with you no
longer in body, but i am with you in spiru ''
Conmral Mooney, seeing that the staff of the regimental flag
was shot away, picked up the Stars and Stripes, and wrapping
them round his body, rushed over the parapet of the outworks,
shouting iileefully: "Come on. me brave boys."
It was all he said. The next instant a shell struck him, and
the flag and the Corporal were torn in pieces.
A soldier fell mortally wounded. Some of his comrades
wished to carry him to the rear, but General Lew. Wallace ri-
ding by at the moment, ordered them to desist.
" We can not stop to attend to the wounded til! the battle is
over. ' said the General.
"You are right," replied the groanhig soldier; "the country
first. JJoys go to your duty.
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These were his last words. When the General again rodo
that way, the devoted soldier's pains were over. He was dead.
The army was retreating from Centerville. The battle was
fought against a rebel force that had penetrated five miles
nearer Washington than our rear, and was moving to strike upon
the flank. General Stevens' division, the advance of Reno's
corps, was on the left of the road taken by the trains, and inter-
cepted by the enemy. He saw that the rebels must be beaten
Lack at once, or during the night they would stampede the wag-
ons, and probably so disconcert our retreat that the last divisions
would fall a prey to their main force. He decided to attack
immediately, at the same time sending back for support. Hav-
ing made his dispositions, he led the attack on foot at the head
of the 79th (Highlanders). Soon meeting a withering fire, and
the Color Sergeant, Sandy Campbell, a grizzled old Scotchman,
being wounded, they faltered. One of the color guard took up
the flag, when the General snatched it from him. The wounded
Highlander at his feet, cried :
"For God's sake, General, don't you take the colors; they'll
shoot you if you do! "
'Give me the colors! " demanded the officer. "If they don't
follow me now, they never will ;" and he sprang forward with
the colors in his hand, crying:
"We are all Highlanders; follow brave Highlanders ; forward
my Highlanders ! '
The Highlanders did follow their Scottish chief, but while
Bweeping forward a ball struck him on his right temple. He
died instantly. An hour afterward, when taken up, his hands
were still clenched around the flag-staff.
Thus ended the brave career of the brave Stevens. He had oftea
remarked that if it were his fate to fall in battle, he hoped he
should be shot through the temple and die instantly.
The day after the battle of Donelson, some of the rebel pris-
oners were permitted to go in search of their wounded. While
these prisoners were wandering through the woods, they came
upon the body of a dead soldier. One of the rebels gave it a
kick, at the same time saying :
"Take that, you yellow-bellied son of a ."
"And that," said another voice near by; and a third voice,
also, uttered its quick, sharp, crack, and the impious rebel
dropped dead with a bullet in his heart, and the filthy word still
groaning on his lips. The Union soldier who accompanied him
thus avenged the insulted dead.
The rebel General Ben. McCulloch was struck with a minie rifle-
ball in the left breast, while waving his sword and encouraging
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his men to stand firm. He died of his wounds about 11 o'clock
the same night, though he insisted that he would recover; re-
peatedly saying with great oaths that he was not born to b>8
killed by a d d Yankee.
A few minutes before he expired his physician assured him
he had but a very brief time to live. At this Ben. looked up
incredulously, and saying, "Oh, Hell! " turned away his head,
and never spoke after.
A REBEL SURGEON AND HIS SPUNKY UNION PATIENT.
At the bombardment of Fort Henry, a young Wisconsin boy,
in his eagerness to "get a pop at a rebel," got detached from
his company, and took a zigzag way towards the biggest crowd,
firing as he went, and dodging, here and there, behind the cir-
cumstantial breastworks. Presently he found himself sur-
rounded, and he had the honor of being made a prisoner of war.
Not long after he had. his arm shattered by a ball from one of
the Union gunboats. He was taken to a tent, and the Surgeon
commenced the work of amputation. He had just bared tho
bone, when a shell came crashing through the tent. The boy
did not seem to pay much attention to the sawing of the"bone,
but coolly remarked :
"Them shells are staving things don't they make you rebels
Presently another shell shrieked and fell close by them.
"It is getting most too hot here for us, my boy," said tho
Burgeon. "I'll take you to a safer place."
"Too hot is it?" said the mangled boy. " Well, I guess it will
be a good deal hotter for you by and by."
The Surgeon told the story with some pleasure, and remarked :
" He was the bravest little fellow I ever saw. I should like to
meet with him again."
SHARP SHOOTING DUEL.
A rebel lieutenant was stationed in a rifle pit, and about fifty
yards from him was a Berge sharp-shooter, well fortified by a
Iiuge tree. The Lieutenant could not lift a finger but the Bergo
gave him a pop. He had thus been' the target for some time,
when getting out of patience, he poked his head above the breast-
works and shouted :
"Come out from behind that tree, you skulking Yankee."
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* : Come out from behind that breast work, you cowardly rebel,
and see how you like it," was the prompt rejoinder.
The Lieutenant seized a musket, and springing over the
works, sung out :
"Now, come on, you Nigger-stealer."
"Here's at you, you thieving Butternut," returned the Berge,
stepping squarely from behind the tree, and in this position each
took three fair shots at the other. Berge's third shot just lifted
the hair from the other's ar.
"Go back to your tre," said the Lieutenant.
"Go back to your hole," returned the Berge, and both returned
to their places of concealment.
Each, during the duel, was so eager to kill the other first, that
both fired with bad aim. The Lieutenant was afterwards taken
THE ESCAPE OF FLOYD AND PILLOW.
The official Rebel report of the decamping of Floyd and Pil-
low, and of the manner of the surrender of Fort Donelson, is
General Pillow urged the necessity of cutting their way out,
or making another day's fight.
""From the worn out condition of my men, ' replied Buckner,
"and the enemy's rifle pits on the right, I cannot hold my posi-
tion for half an hour, if we should be attacked at daylight,
which will certainly be the case."
" Why can't you ? I think you can sir," said Pillow. "I
think, Sir, we ought to cut our way through at all hazards."
"1 know my position," retorted Buckner. "I can only bring
to bear against the enemy four thousand men, while he can
oppose me with any given number."
" Well, gentlemen, said Pillow, " I am in favor of fighting it
out. What will you do ?"
"V7hat do you say, General Buekner?" asked Floyd.
"Just this: that to attempt to cut our way through the enemy's
lines, with such devils to fight with, will cost a sacrifice of three-
fourths of the command, and no General has a right to make
such a sacrifice to secure his own safety."
" I agree with the General on that point," said Floyd.
"Well," said Pillow, ''there is but one alternative left, and
that is capitulation. I shall neither surrender the command
nor myself; I will die first."
"Neither will I surrender," retutncd Floyd. " You know my
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relations with the Federal Government, and it would not do.
Their book of reckoning is already frightfully full."
"No personal feeling ought to control official action," said
"I admit it," said Floyd. "Still my determination is fixed."
"The surrender will then devolve upon me," said Buckner.
"General Buckner," said Floyd, "if you are put in command,
will you allow me to take out my brigade ?"
"Yes," replied Buckner, "if you move your command before
I send my offer of capitulation to the enemy."
"Then," said Floyd, "I surrender the command."
This declaration left the command upon General Buckner, and
he replied :
"I will accept it, and will share the fate of my command,"
nd he at once called for pen, ink and paper, and a bugler to
sound a parley, it being too dark to send a flag of truce.
General Pillow then asked if it would be proper for him to
make his escape. To which Floyd replied, that was a question
for every man to decide for himself; but that he would be glad
for every man to make his escape that could.
Colonel Forrest then desired to take out his command, which
"Now," said Forrest, "what shall I do? 1
"Cut your way out," said Pillow.
"I will, General, by ," said Forrest.
Among all the boasted chivalry massed at Fort Donelson,
General Buckner was the only one who could stand the test of
honor. True to his word, he followed his command and made
himself a prisoner; while the officer in command, Floyd, to use
his own words, sought "to "make an effort for my own extrica-
tion by any and every means that might present themselves to me."
CAPTURE OF A FULL BLOOD.
During the grand retreat of the enemy across Roanoke Island,
Captain Bradford, of a Massachusetts regiment, saw a man
spring from a clump of bushes and run like a deer across an
The Captain several times called to him to stop, but finding
he was about to lose his game, ordered his men to fire. The
rebel heard the order and immediately whirled around, and
holding up both hands, cried;
"Don't shoot; please don't shoot!"
The order was countermanded, and the man tremblingly ad
ranced and surrendered himself. He was a Quartermaster,
Not long afterwards, fifteen or twenty prisoners were drawn
up around a good fire, and the "Special Artist" began making
a sketch. This roused the chivalric pride of the rebel Quarter-
master, who had by this time got over his fright, and approach-
ing the'artist, he said :
"I suppose you're some Yankee newspaper man aud 1 want
you to remember that, though I ain't as good looking as some o'
the rest in this crowd, I've got jest the same kind o' Southern
blood in my veins."
Somebody present remarked : " Perhaps that was the reason
you whined so dolefully over in the field, yonder. You were
afraid you'd lose some of that precious blood."
A SMART CHANCE,
When Commodore Goldsborough arrived at Croaton Sound, a,
fellow was presented to him who was recommended for a pilot,
when the following conversation ensued :
Commodore. " Well, sir, they say you know something about
Pilot. "Well, yes, mebbe four or five years ago I had a smart
knowledge of that strip of water, Sir."
Com. " How much water is there on this shoal?' 1 (pointing
to the chart.)
Pil. "Well, I reckon there's a right smart chance of water
Com. "Did you pilot boats up and down the Sound?"
Pil. "Well, yes; I reckon I've driv a few flat boats up thar.
Com. " Ca,n you give us any assistance by pointing out the
safest way to get up there?"
Pil. " Well, I reckon I could help you a right smart chance."
Com. " Well then we want you.
Pil. "But, your honor, I rather would'nt, Sir,"
Com. "What! don't you want to serye your country?"
Pil. "Well, yes, but the old woman and young 'uns has got
powerful little to live on, Sir."
Com. "But we will pay you good wages."
Pil. " And I hav'nt anything but these yeller old sou' westers,
Com. "We'll give you good clothes."
PH." B-b-but "
Com." But what,- Sir?"
Pil. " Well, you see, your honor, you see that mebbe ef you
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should' nt get up tbar, them-ar secessioners would use me pow-
erful bad, Sir."
This devoted Union man was dismissed, with orders to hold
himself in readiness- to lend a "right smart chance" of his aid to
The sinking of the Cumberland was one of the most terriTjfe
catastrophes of the war, and no instance shows a more desper-
ate and devoted spirit than was shown by her brave crew. They
behaved with remarkable and stoical courage, continuing to
work every gun above the water line to the last moment^ and
ene of her guns Avas actually discharged at the enemy as site
was going down. There was no effort to escape, no rush to the
boats, not a sign of surrender, and every one of the three hun-
dred brave sailors was beried beneath the water.
The terrible devotion of the crew of this ill-fated' ship la
unparalleled irr'the annals of warfare.
As the ship w^8 sinking, two gunners clasped their guns in
their arms and woald not be removed. They went down em-
One gunner had both his legs shot away. Another shot had
torn him badly in the abdomen, and so, with his bowels protru-
ding, he made three steps on his raw and bloody thighs, seized
the lanyard and fired his gun, falling back dead.
Another lost both arms and legs, yet lived, and when they
would assist him, cried on* :
"Back to your gun, boys! Give 'era hell! Hurrah for the
Flag ! "
When asked to surrender the Cumberland, Lieutenant Morris
"Never! I will not strike my flag." Then, turning to his
men, he asked : "Would you do it?"
"No!" was the firm reply of all, and they did not doit.
When the ship was sinking the old flag still waved above her.
When the Union soldiers entered the rebel fortifications at
Mill Spring, one of them discovered a barrel which proved to
contain apple brandy. Pulling out the corn cob from, the bung *
SOLDIER LIFE. 28
hole, he turned it up and filled his canteen. While d>ing this
one of Bob McCojk s skirmishers came in and said:
"Vat you gets dere?"
The soldier replied that it appeared to be pretty fair apple
brandy; upon which the Dutchman ran to the door, calling out
" Hans ! Heinirch ! Schnapps ! See here ! "
Then rushed in a squad of his comrades, and the brandy was
transferred to their canteens in a twinkling. The soldier was
fond of a joke, and remarked seriously: N
"Boys, this is a doctor's shop, and there might be strychnine
in that brandy."
The thirsty Tuetons paused a moment, when one of them ex-
"Py G t! Hans, I tells you vat I does; I trinks some, and
if it don't kills me, den you trinks mitout no danger."
He then took a long pull at his canteen, smacked his lips, and
"All'right, boys, go ahead."
THE TABLES TURNED.
When Fort Sumter surrendered, the following lines appeared
in some of the Southern papers :
" With mortar, Paixlian and petard,
We tender to Old Abe our Bcaurogfird."
Things having changed somewhat, and the rebels catching it
front and rear, causing them to flee from the wrath to come, our
Western friends now return the rebel's poetic courtesies in this
" With the rebels all routed and flying with fear,
We tender Jeff. Davis our Foote in his rear."
A soldier from Maine being on picket duty, was fired upon by
one of the rebel pickets, from Georgia, the ball whizzing close to
liia ear. Upon this the Yankee sheltered himself behind a tree
and began to look about for the concealed foe. Presently a little
puff of smoke revealed the spot, and another ball paid its re-
spects to his hair.
;1 Hello ! " said Maine, "what are you trying to make ?"
Trying to wing a nigger stealer," said Georgia.
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"Sho !" responded Maine, "I'm glad you told me. I should' nt
have guessed it from your shootin'. Who made yoi-.r old musket?"
"The London Times; who made your'n?" says Georgia, jump-
ing behind his tree, while the Yankee's bullet sprinkled the
bark in his face.
"Horace Greeley," said Maine. "Where's Jackson ?"
"Behind the wall," replied Georgia, at the same time barking
the Yankee's tree. "What's McClellan doing?'
"Reviewing the grand army."
*'Got any whisky ?" says Georgia.
"Only gunpowder, which you're welcome to," replied Maine,
at the same time giving the rebel another pop.
"I say," says Georgia, "step out and give us a show."
The Yankee pokes out his head, and the rebel cracks away
"Too high, old feller. Now let me have a pop," said Maine.
Georgia pokes out his head and the ball passes between his
ehin and shoulder.
"Too low!" shouts the rebel. "Let's quit a while and go
home and practice."
" Quit it is," said Maine. 'Spose we adjourn for rations."
"Agreed," says the other.
And the two marched away, one whistling Dixie and the
other Yankee Doodle.
REBELLION FINANCED DOWN.
Poor Beauregard for three month's soldiers prays,
For which he bounty promises and thanks,
But Louisiana drafts at ninety days,
Can't meet the checks on Mississippi banks.
An elderly darkey, with a very philosophical and retrospeo
live cast of countenance, was squatting upon his bundle on tho
hurricane deck, toasting his shins against the chimney, and ap-
parently plunged into a state of profound meditation. He had
been in the battle of Fort Donelson, and I began to interrogate
him upon the subject. His philosophy was so much in the Fal-
staffian vein that I will give his views in his own words, as near
as my memory serves me.
"Were you in the fight?"
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"Had a little taste of ifc, sa."
"Stood your ground, did you?"
"No, sa, I runs."
"Run at the first fire, did you?"
"Yes, sa, and would hab run soona, hab I knowd it was com-
" Why. that wasn't very creditable to your courage."
"Dat isn't in my line, sa cookin's iny perfession."
"Well, but have you no regard for your reputation?"
"Reputation's nuffin to me by de side ob life."
"Do you consider your life worth more than other people's?"
"It's worth more to me, sa."
"Then you must value it very highly."
" Yes, sa, I does more dan all dis world more dan a million
of dollars, sa, for what would dat be wuth to a man wid de bref
out of him? Self-preserbashun am de fust law wid me, sa."
"But why should you act upon a different rule from other
"'Cause, sa, different men sets different value upon darselves.
My life is not in de market."
"But if you lost it, you would have the satisfaction of know-
ing that you died for your country."
"What satisfaction would dat be to me, when de power ob
feelin' was gone?"
"Then patriotism and honor are nothing to you! "
"Nuffin whatever, sa 1 regard dem as among de vanities."
"If our soldiers were like you, traitors might have broken up
the Government without resistance."
"Yes, sa, dar would hab been no help for it. I wouldn't put
my life in de scale 'ginst any gobernment dat eber existed, for
no gobernment could replace de loss to me. 'Spect, dough, dat
de gobernment safe if day all like me."
" Do you think any of your company would have missed you
if you had been killed?"
"May be not, sa. A dead white man ain't much to dese so-
gers, let alone a dead nigga, but I'd a missed myself, and dat
was de pint wid me."
It is safe to say that the dusky corpse of that African will
never darken the field of carnage.
THE CORPORAL'S CONTRABAND TURKEY.
The soldier has a tedious time in wearing out the monotony