command, what shall I do ? "
" Cut your way out ! " answered Pillow.
" I will, by G â€” ! " replied Forrest
All the officers then retired, leaving
Buckner in oonunand. The sequel is well
Is the Colonel at HomeP
Captain Kemper, at the head of a squad
of cavalry, went down into Platte county,
Missouri, one day, on an amateur scout,
and was rewarded by scaring up a ftill-
grown Confederate Colonel, whom he cap-
tured under the following rather " domes-
tic " circumstances :
The name of the captured officer was
John W. Hinston, * Colonel of the First
Ib the Colonel Â»t hooM?
Missouri Bifles, C. S. A.' The Oaptain
heard of the Colonel's being in the neigh-
borhood of Platte City, and therefore " put "
for his residence, about six miles below
that point On nearing the Col<Hiel*8
abode, the Captain was somewhat in ad-
vance of his men, and on riding up to the
back of the house saw a man put his head
out of the window, and then with a quick
dodge draw it in again. The men, in the
meantime, came up in front of the house,
and by this means "out flanked" the Col
oneU and completely cut off his retreat
Captain Kemper now alighted, entered
the house, and asked a lady, " Is the Col-
onel at home ? " She replied, " No ; there
are no gentlemen about the house." But
she could not "come the giraffe" over the
Captain in that kmd of style, for his loynl
eyes had already seen the "human ^ce
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divine** of a gentleman ornamenting the
He therefore instituted a search, his men
even going mider the house with lighted
candles. Still, sure enough, there could
be found ^ no gentleman about the house."
At last, some bedding lying in the comer
of a room was examined, and â€” ^there lay
the Colonel between the upper and nether
ticks, dressed in the Confederate uniform,
and as bri^t as a cricket ! He immedi-
ately and unconditionally surrendered him-
self a prisoner of war, acknowledging in
the person of Captain Kemper, the ^ one
man power," and that his little domestic
arrangement was a *' goner."
without a groan. Tuttle inunediately re-
treated fix)m the place, and safely arrived
inside of the Federal lines.
IMek BowlM Parting with his Bevolvw.
The noted guerilla chie^ Dick Bowles,
met with an end as unexpected as it was
tragical in the last degree. He was killed
about seven miles from GilbertsviUe, Lime-
stone county, Alabama, by Ira O. Tuttle,
the young and daring chief of scouts of the
Army of the Cumberland. Tuttle sought
Bowles, and represented himself as vdlling
to engage in any scheme of murder and
founder which might be proposed. Bowles
was disarmed of suspicion, and related to
Tuttle a short history of his life, in which
he boasted of the many acts of plunder in
wfaidi he had engaged, and ihe deliberate
maiden he had committed. Tuttle heard
him through, and carelessly asked to ex-
amine the revolver with which Bowles was
idly toying. Without any thought of sus-
picion, the revolver changed hands. Tut-
tle coolly cocked the pistol, and informed
Bowles who he was, and, drawing his
watch from his pocket, said :
^Tou have just one minute and a half
to live ; if you wish to humbly pray to
God, kneel down, and be expeditious, for,
by my soul, you die !"
Quick as a flash of lightning, Bowles
made a forward movement to grasp the
pisti^ when Tuttle as quickly pulled the
trigger, and the ball penetrated the brain
of the guerilla chieÂ£ He fell and died
One OhMmre Patriot Baflmng a Whole Bebd
The fad that Greneral Buckner did not
take the dty of Louisville instead of stop-
ping at Green River, where he invaded
Kentucky on the line of the Louisville and
Nashville railroad, was due, not to any
foresight or force of the United States au-
thorities or of the Union men of Kentucky,
but to the loyalty, courage and tact of one
The secessionists had laid their plans to
appear suddenly in Louisville with a pow-
erfid force. They had provided for trans-
portation four hundred cars and fifteen
locomotives, and had eight thousand men,
with artillery and camp equipage, on board.
They had secured the services of the tele-
graph operators, one of whom forwarded
to Louisville a dispatch explaining the de-
tention of trains on the road, and things
were moving forward at a grand rate.
Everything was going well with them, and
Louisville, with perhaps the exception of a
few secessionists, was unsuspected and un-
guarded, â€” General Anderson being inno-
cent of any knowledge of the movement ;
James Guthrie, President of the road, to-
tally in the dark, and Greneral Rousseau
lingering in camp on the Indiana shore.
Nothing could have been better planned â€”
nothing more swimmingly and romantically
in process of execution. Buckner felt as
though walking through a bed of June
But at a station just beyond Green
River, there was a young man in the ser-
vice of the road, who was a warm friend
for the Union, and who, comprehending
the meaning of the monster train, when it
came up, seized a crowbar used for taking
up rails to make repairs, and while the lo-
comotives were being wooded and watered,
ran across a curve, and, in a deep narrow
cut, wrenched the spikes from four rails.
Digitized by VjOOQIC
THE BOOK OF ANECDOTES OF THE REBELLION.
The train came along at good speed, the
rails spread, the locomotive plunged into
the gromid, the cars crashed on the top of
it, and it was twenty-four hours before the
train could go ahead. In the meantime
Louisville was saved. The hero of the
occasion had not had time to get out of the
cut before the crash came, and was taken,
but in the general confusion and excite-
ment got away, and was safe.
That obscure individual did much more
for his country than some who wore straps
Scott's Plan of the War.
The account given by Hon. Mr. Rich-
ardson, of Llinois, of the interview which
took place, after the. battle of Bull Run,
between himself, liis Congressional col-
leagues, Messrs. Logan and Washbume,
and the President, Secretary of War, and
General Scott, is of peculiar interest, as
War and Navy fiuildiugn, Washington.
showing how that battle came to be fought.
Mr. Richardson's statement, as made by
him in Congress, was as follows : â€”
In the course of our conversation. Gen-
eral Scott remarked, *I am the biggest
coward in the world.' I rose from my seat.
' Stay,* said General ScoU ; < I will prove
it I have fought the battle against my
judgment, and I think the President ought
to remove me to-day for doing it. As God
I is my judge,' he added, after an interval
I of silence, * I did all in my power to make
tlie army efficient, and I deserve removal
because I did not stand up when I could,
and did not.'
On a subsequent occasion, m the sum-
mer of 1861, the glorious old General
said, that if the plan and conduct of the
war had rested solely with him, he would
have commenced by a perfect blockade of
every Southern port on the Atlantic and
the Gulf. Then he would have collected a
large force at the Capital for defensive pur-
poses, and another large one on the Missis-
sippi for offensive operations. The sum-
mer months, during which it is madness to
take troops south of St. Louis, should have
been devoted to tactical instruction; and
with the first frosts of autunm he would
have taken a column of eighty thousand
well-disciplined troops down the Missis-
sippi, and taken every important point on
that river. New Orleans in-
cluded. It could have been
done with greater ease, with
less loss of life, and with far
more important results than
would attend the marching
Iof an army to Richmond. At
eight points the river would
probably have been defended,
and eight batteries would have
been necessary ; but in every
one of them success could
have been made certain for
us. The Mississippi and the
Atlantic once ours, the South-
em States would liave been
compelled, by the natural and inevitable
pressure of events, to seek, by a return to
the Union, escape from the ruin that would
speedily overwhelm them if out of it.
'This,' said the General, * was my plan.'
Poor Branr and his Suppoeed Azmy.
While General Bragg's troops were on
their retreat from Murfreesborough, ragged,
hungry, and weary, they straggled along
GREAT CONFLICTS, INDIVIDUAL HEROISM, ETC.
the road for miles, with an eje to their
own comfort, but a most mimilitary neg-
lect of rules and regulations. Presently
one of them espied, in the woods near by,
a miserable broken-down mule, which he
at once seized and proceeded to put to his
use, by improvising, from stray pieces of
rope, a halter and stirrups. This done, he
mounted, with grim satisfaction, and pur-
sued his way. He was a wild Texas tat^
terdemalion, bareheaded, barefooted, and
wore in lieu of a coat, a rusty looking
hunting-shirt. With hair unkempt, beard
unshorn, and &ce unwashed, his appear-
ance was grotesque enough ; but, to add to
it, he drew from some receptacle, his corn-
cob pipe, and made perfect his happiness
by indulging in a comfortable smoke.
While thus sauntering along, a company
of bestarred and bespangled horsemen â€”
General Bragg and' staff â€” rode up, and
were about to pass on, when the rather
unusual appearance of the man attracted
their notice. The object of their atten-
tion, however, apparently neither knew
nor cared to know them, but looked and
smoked ahead with careless indifference.
**Who are you?" asked the Major-
*â€¢ Nobody," was the answer.
** Where did you come from?"
** Where are you going?"
"* I don't know."
** Where do you belong?"
** Don't belong anywhere."
** Don't you belong to Bragg^s army ?"
**Bragg's army! Bragg's army!" re-
plied the chap, " Why, he's got no army !
One half of it he shot in Kentucky, and
the other half has just been whipped to
death at Murfreesborough."
Bragg asked no more questions, but
turned and spurred away.
Bedilald'B Stolen lUroli.
The capture of the rebel forge at Hen-
derson*8 Hill, by the Sixteenth Indiana
mounted infantry, under lieutenant Col-
onel Rcdfield, was a notable instance of
stealing a march. Af^er a detour of six-
teen miles. Colonel Redfield reached the
rear of the enemy's position. Here he
captured a courier with despatches from
General Taylor, who was advancing with
a supporting force. A squadron of Col-
onel Redfield's was at times completely
surrounded by Taylor's men, but managed
to keep them in check, while Captain
Doxey, with two complies, engaged the
enemy's pickets. This was cleverly done.
H's men dismounted, advanced in small
squads directly up to the rebel pickets,
greeting them heartily with â€”
" How are you, boys ? "
This was accompanied with various
slaps on the back, &c., af\er the manner
of friends rather than enemies â€” a confi-
dence which quite disarmed the rebels,
wl o said â€”
" Why, who are you ? "
"Why, the Third Texas, don't you
know us? We have come to help you
against these Yankees."
** Hurrah 1 Bully for you ! " &c
In such a cold, rainy night, what could
be pleasanter than friends, and especially
friends to help against the confounded
After getting well warmed, our boys
said to them â€”
"Now, boys, you mu^^t surrender, for
we are the Yankees themselves ! "
"^No you don't"
" But we do ; surrender and sit down ! "
And so Ihe disagreeable truth came up-
on those damp Louisiana fellows. Picket
after picket was in this way successfully
captured and sent to the rear, without the
firing of a shot or alarming the main
Captain Doxey then entered the rebel
camp with his cavalry, while a body of in-
&ntry supports were deployed on his right
There he captured, almost without resist-
ance, the surprised and ast(>nished enemy.
Four pieces of artillery were captured,
two just as they were being brought into
THE BOOK OF ANECDOTES OF THE REBELLION.
lineâ€” one of their officers saying, " Don't
fire I they are our own boys." Unfortu-
nately for him it did not prove correct,
and the four guns were soon in the posses-
sion of the Yankees, as was also the too
A squad of Redfield's conmiand sur-
rounded a house in which a party of rebels
were engaged in preparing their frugal
repast, and the sounds from within indica-
ted that they were quite comfortable in
their minds at lea:?t, if their bodies were
not. One of his men then knocked at
" None of your jokingâ€” come in."
The door was opened, and the gray-
backs were not a little astonished at the
sight of the " blue bellies,' as they were
pleased to call the Yankees in their sport-
" By y that's so ; " said one of them,
who drew and discharged his pistol
His arm was at once disabled by a shot
from one of our men, and the order was
given them to surrender at once, or they
would be sent to another and hotter place.
They quietly obeyed, and our men took
the whole party prisoners, and found the
wounded man to be the &mous scout
Hedfield, with a few of his men, were
guarding a squad of some twenty prisoners
about a camp fire, when a rebel officer
dashed up and said â€”
" Good evening, gentlemei)â€” enjoying
yourselves, eh ? " and seemed to have an
impulse to dismount, but suddenly seeing
the condition of affairs, his impulse was
quite strong to ride away, so he said:
" Good evening and good night," and put
his horse into a gallop ; but it so happened
that two of Redfield's men, of a polite
turn, galloped by his side and soon brought
him back, and allowed him to sit around
the cheerful fire with the rest Colonel
JRedfield, not unmindfrd of the duties of
hospitality, endeavored to engage him in
ccHiTersation, but to which he did not re-
spond with that urbanity for which the
Southern people have usually prided them-
selves. He said â€”
" You think it all very fine, I suppose,
but in Hyq minutes it will be all right, and
you will be my prisoners."
It did not turn out that way.
StartUnff Adventure of Oenend Bimesr.
A personal adventure of General Bir-
ney, at Centre ville, in the summer of 1862,
showed the heroism of that officer. Our
forces were following the rebel Jackson
from Manassas, which he had evacuated
in his own time and in his own way:.
" Whither had he gone ? " was the ques-
tion. " Was he at Centreville ? " was the
second question. Cavalry should inquire.
" I have no cavalry," or " I can't lay my
hand on any cavalry," said General Pope,
when Greneral Kearney suggested this to
him. It was mentioned that there was
one company in General Bimey's brigade.
" Let it feel the enemy if he be at Centre-
ville," said General Kearney. " Go with
it, General Bimey, yourself," he added;
" I don't like to risk a general officer, but
his report is worth very much more than
that of a subordinate."
General Bimey galloped away in the
direction of Centreville, at the head of his
company, which, by the time he reached
Centreville, mustered ^me forty men.
With this small command at his back,
Greneral Bimey proceeded to feel the ett-
emy : felt his way into Centreville street,
and into the tavern, where he stopped to
make inquiries. He was lecturing the
landk)rd on his rebel proclivities, when
one of the videttes, whom he had posted on
the hill to the right and left of the town,
reported a cavalry regiment approaching
with the Stars and Stripes fiymg. He
was sure that it was the Stars and Stripes.
" Can't tell ; but it must be one of tlie
new regiments, its ranks are so fulL"
General Bimey sent another man to
GREAT CONFLICTS, INDIYIDUAL HEROISM, ETC.
make sure it was one of our regimento.
The report again came that the Stars and
Stripes waved at its head. General B.
stepped out to look for himself The
front line was forty rods distant The
Stars and Stripes were there, sure enough ;
but a large infantry flag, almost new.
Every sabre was drawn, a thing not done
by our cavalry when entering a town.
The caps were different from ours; the
miifi)rm di^red. It was the enemy â€” the
flag a capture from one of our reg'ments.
is in the rear of the regiment at the Run,
and orders them to fire at the rebel pur
suers, who were unable to draw rein in
season to escape.
Howe, the litUe Dronixner Boy in the Fifty-
In the spring of 1864, President Lin-
coln placed Orion P Howe, who was for
a time the little drummer boy for the 55th
Illinois Volunteers, in the Naval School
at Newport This act was in oonsider-
It was time to evacuate the town just re j at ion of the little fellow's bravery, as nar-
taken. General Bimey ordered the bu j rated by General Sherman. Greneral S.
gle to sound, and at the head of his com
mand of forty men moved rather rapidly
toward Bull Run.
In response to his bugle the enemy
sounded a charge, and a race began. A
regiment had been posted at the Run
three miles distant, and toward that our
Greperal hastened, after paying his fare-
well respects from the muzzles of his
carbines. The ene-
my returned the com-
pliment, with little
or no effect "For-
ward! "was the word, '-
along a road not over ;
good. Occasionally j
a horse stumbled ; \
over his body and \
that of his rider the j
company, galloped, j
The best horses of
the regiment in pur- 5
suit were gaining â€” [
gaining ; but the g
Run and the regi
ment on guard were
"Spurs to your
shouted the General.
^Tote to the Secretary of War of him, say-
ing that at the assault on Vicksburg he
came to him at the front, crying out:
" Gen. Sherman, send some cartridÂ«:es to
Col. Malmborg, the men are nearly out"
Â« What is the matter, my boy ? " " They
shot me in the leg. Sir ; but I can go to
the hospital. Send the cartridges right
away." Even where we stood, the shot
Old Capitol Prison, Wuhington.
horses, my men
More stumbled and
fell, but the rest kept on Still the en-
emy gained â€” gained! upon them; and
now one bold rebel just reaches General
Bimey's shoulder with his sabre. The
Creneral draws his pistol, and the rebel falls
dead. Another moment, and the General
fell thick, and I told him to go to the rear
at once, I would attend to the cartridges,
and off he limped. Just before he disap-
peared on the hill, he turned and called as
loudly as he could, Â« Caliber 54." " I have
not seen the boy since, and his Colonel
(Malmborg,) on inquiry, gives me his ad-
dress as above, and says he is a bright,
THE BOOK OF ANECDOTES OF THE REBELLIOII.
intelligent boy, with a fair preliminary
education. What" continues the Gen-
eral, ** arrested my attention then was â€”
and what renewed my memory of the fact
now â€” that one so young, carrying a mus-
ket ball through his leg, should have
found his way to me on that fatal spot,
and delivered his message, not forgetting
the very important part, even, of the cal-
iber of his musket, 54, which you know
is an unusual one."
Portable Iron*01ad Breaatworks.
While search was being made of the
passengers on the Central Railroad train,
one evening in June, 1863, a soldier no-
ticed that a lady's dress appeared more
full breasted than it naturally should be ;
and his quick eye also detected the fact
that the artificial contents of the lady's
bosom were pressed out against the folds
of the dress, so as to make it almost cer-
tain that pistols were there. He was a
very polite soldier, and in the most gen-
tlemanly manner approached the lady and
" Madam, I want those revolvers."
" Sir," she replied indignantly, *^ I am a
respectable woman, and have no revolvers."
" Madam," again said the soldier, very
coolly, '* I wish you would give me those
revolvers," â€” pointing to her bosom.
She again denied that she had any;
whereupon, without further parleying, the
soldier, in discharge of his duty, thrust his
hand into the place of concealment and
drew out a revolver, and liept on repeat-
ing the operation until seven were cap-
tured from their sacred citadel. Then
gathering up the pistols, he politely re-
marked to the fair but utterly discomfited
'^ Madam, your breastworks seem to
hava been iron clad."
ing the romantic Far down the plank
road where Hancock fought, beyond the
thickest rebel dead, lay a boy severely
wounded, â€” perhaps not less a soldier, that
he was but a boy. He had fallen the day
before, when the Union army was farthest
advanced, and had remained unmolested
I withm the rebel lines. They had not re-
moved him, and he was alone, making his
company among the dead. When furst
discovered, the little fellow was crawluig
about, gathering violets. Faint with the
loss of blood, unable to stand, he could
not resist the tempting flowers, and had
already made a beautifnl bouquet When
a stretcher had been sent for and arrived,
he was taken up tenderly and borne away,
wearing a brave, sweet, touchmg smile.
Could the violet bouquet thus made by
that brave young patriot have been on
sale at any of the great Soldiers' Fairs it
would have been transmuted into a golden
<<Califbnila Joe" and his TblMoopio Bifla.
" California Joe" will always be remem-
bered as the very apostle of sharpshoot-
ers. While before Richmond, a rebel
Oatiml^a: 7idlots on the BattlafteUL
The battle fi)ught by General Grant on
the first Friday, while on his way to Rich-
mond, was fruitful of incident, not except-
sharpshooter had been amusmg himself
and annoying our General and some other
ofRcers by firing several times in that di-
rection, and sending the bullets whistling
in unwelcome proximity to their heads.
GREAT CONFLICTS, INDIVIDUAL HEROISM, ETC
** My marv. can't you get your piece on
that fellow who is firing on us, and stop
his impertinence ?" asked the GeueraL
"I think so," replied Joe; and he
brought his telescopic rifle to a horizontal
" Do you see him ?" inquired the Gen-
** How far is he away ?"
" Fifteen hundred yards."
"Can )X)u fetch him?"
And Joe did try. IJe brought his piece
to a steady aim, pulled the tiigger, and
sent the bullet whizzing on its experi-
mental tour, the officers meantime looking
through their field glasses. Joe hit the
fellow in the leg or foot. He went hob-
bling up the hill on one leg and two hands,
in a style of locomotion that was amusing.
Our General was so tickled â€” ^fhere is no
better word â€” at the style and celerity of
the fellow's retreat, that it was some time
before he could get command of his risibles
sufficiently to thank Joe for what he had
ZoiukvÂ«s on Picket Duty.
An industrious and shrewd t3rpo from
the Queen City of the Lakes, under Colo-
nel Â£llsworth, was out on picket duty in
the Old Dominion, when a haughty son
of the chivalry rode up, driven of course
by his servant. Zoo-zoo stepped into the
road, holding his bayonet in such a way as
to threaten horse, negro and white man, at
one charge, and roared out "Tickets!"
Mr. Â« F. F. V." (h^ was one of 'em) turned
up his lip, set down his brows, and by
other gestures indicated his contempt for
such mudsiUs as the soldier before him,
ending by handing his pass over to the
darkey, and motioning him to get out and
show it to Zoo-zoo.
^ All right," said the latter, glancing at
it, "move on," â€” accompan3ring the remark
with a jerk at the ooat-coUar of the colored
person, which sent him spinning several
paces down the road.
"Now, Sir, what do you want?'* 'said
Zoo-zoo, addressing the astonished white
man, â€” who now showed that he had re-
covered his tongue.
" Wliat ? I want to go on, of course.
That was my pass."
Â« Can't help it," replied Zoo ; " it says
' pass the bearer,' and the bearer of it has
already passed. You can't get two men
through this picket on one man's pass, no
Mr. V. reflected a moment, glanced at
the bayonet in front of him, and then
called out to his black man to come back.
Sambo approached cautiously, but fell back
in confusion when the ' shooting stick ' was
brandished toward his own breast.
** Where's your pass. Sirrah?"
" Here, massa," presenting the same one
he had received from the gent in tlie car-