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THE REPUBLICAN, »TAtttt <fe ItAt,f,Ot)K, PaMUhet*. &LGONA, 10WX RIDING ON A RAIL. Dear wife, I dreamed again last night Of seventy years agone Whon in our old-timn pfnaforos We -played 'tell set of sun: "When oat on t,hs old Jorsoy farm Our dad3 swun^ round the flail, Rad wo played Httlo marriod folks u rail. Chorus: A-riding on a rail, wife, Riding on a rail, A Httlo boy and girl, wife, ti rail, I*/ seems as Uioujh our youth returns, With innocences and gloo, When all things stnilod so happily On tills great world and we. Tot four-score years hove thlnn'd my looks, And you are quite as stale, J3ut, wife, our hearts aro fresh us when We roilo upon the rail. .Ah: who shall tell of all the teara Your iloftr hand wiped away? -.Of anxious cares you lulled to rest Though hustling day by day; • And oh! our loves, so warm and true, Wuro never known to fail, 'Though seventy years have passed away Since riding on the rail. 'Our ups and downs were many, wife, But wo wore tough and strong, ,,And fouglit our foe, " Grim Poverty," Together right alonp;. .Right cheerfully we drove him forth, Snug sheltered from the (jalo, ..And now our children 1 B children, wife. Are riding on n roll. ,:Scc, yon dark cloud obscures the suu, 'Tts passed, it could not stoy— ;So Homber (iloncls rose o'er our lives Then swlfUy va'Ss'd away. •With ehcorf'isl hearts and ready hands Wo sllenacri every wail, . And life h,is passed as pleasantly As riding on a rail. '.The night was full of. moonlight— The morning star appears, jAnd soon our sun will rise, wife, The future has no fears; Wo did our duty well, wife, Triumphant o'er the galo, .Together we shall float away .LiKo riding on a rail. Chorus : A-rlding on a rail, wife, Riding on a rail, A liuio boy and girl, wife, Hiding on a rail. — Thomas Harding, in Inter Ocean. Look at those rooms, sir—filled with knick-knacks and gimcracks, like any fine lady's boudoir. Look nt yourself, fiir—pah!" and the Major pjiused again. Young Mr. Ileffinahi Dandle surveyed his flowered silk dressing-gown with an apologetic air. For the fir.st time in hi» life, perhaps, he wished his cravat out of gear, his trousers lesfj artifitiually creased, and his finger nails ICHS trimly pared. "I have no business, it is true," he admitted, "and I do not think I am very clever, but I love Blanche and tliat ought to weigh in my favor with you. Tell me how I can make myself worthy of her, and I will go on my knees to thank yon." "J»o something, then!" exclaimed the Major, slightly touched in spite of himself; "prove yourself a man. for I swear my girl shall not marry a due. There, I've said the word, thoxigh I didn't mean to." "What .sort of proof do you require?" was the youth's natural query. "Pshaw!" burst out the Major, pettishly, "don't pester me with questions, boy. See, here. Look at me, a man old enough to be your grandfather, almost, and ordered to leave to-morrow for Dakota to keep those infernal redskins from slitting settlers' throats. There's life and manhood and action in the business, however. Now I don't fancy you'd make much of a soldier"—the yotith nodded—"but while I am away there are lots of callings in which you may cm- bark, and win the respect of your fellows, who now only know you as a polished idler. And hark ye, young man, while I am gone I expect you, in honor, to leave Blanche alone." "You may trust me, Major," responded the young man, "and I shall hope that you can change your opinion of me by the time you return." Long after the burly Major had departed, Mr. Daudle sat before the fire in his shirt-sleeves, smoking and thinking. The flowered silk dressing-gown had been cast into a corner in disgrace. "Yes," he nvuttered dejectedly to himself before tin-rung in, "I believe there are some people who would cull me a dude." EEGGIE'S ULTIMATUM. •The Major Could Come to Terms or Do Without His Wig. 0, SIR," inquired the Maj or in his haughtiest manner, and with the suspicion of a sneer in his tones, "you desire to marry my daughter, do you?" "I do, sir," re- s p o n d e d the young man to whom the query was addressed, tilting himself back in his chair and sending a cloud of smoke from a briarwood pipe. "And your object in inviting me here tvas to ask my permission, was it?" jnirsued the Major, growing slightly redder in the face. "It was, sir." "Then, sir," exploded the older man, rising to his feet and thumping a hand- .some mahogany table with his fist, "at the risk of seeming discourteous 1 will -tell you that your ambition is impertinent and not to be tolerated for a moment. I forbid you, sir, to continue jrour calls upon Miss Forsythe, and decline to entertain your proposal." The old soldier drew his fine figure up stiffly and prepared to leave. The young man, after a few vigorous puffs at the pipe, glanced sharply at his caller: "Ma- 'Jor," said he, in tones in which not the slightest trace of passion or resentment were discernibl', "would you mind telling me frankly hat your objections to me may be?" Major Forsythe hesitated a moment. "I—I will, if you insist on it, Mr. Dau- •dle," he replied. "I wish my daughter DAUGHTEB MAN." •to marry a man, in every sense of the •word. I do not want my son-in-law to be rich, only sensible; though you coulc not be charged with poverty, I believe—' "My income is six thousand dollars year, Major," the youth interrupted, "and I live within it—something rather unusual in men of iny age." "Yes," snapped the Major, growing exasperated again at the coolness of his adversary. "You live within it. Exactly. And, outside of the pleasures of the hour and the moment, what object have you in life, pray? You haunt the theaters. You affect Delnionico's for luncheons and cocktails. You sit in club •windows, though I must admit in justice that I never caught you chewing the head of your cane. " You wear your fceys on a chain in- your pistol-pocket. You are a dandy, sir—what Thaekgray Major Forsythe, wrapped to the chin in a huge military coat, stood on the platform of the Grand Central Depot a few minutes before the scheduled starting time of the "limited" for Chicago. An elderly lady, the similarity of whose features to his own gave evidence that she was his sister, was weeping copiously. Miss Blanche Foraythe's brown eyes were lustrous, but moist, beneath her vail, and the daintily-gloved hand that she laid upon his arm trembled perceptibly. The obsequious trainmen looked with respectful admiration at her trim figure, nattily set off, as it was, by a fetching tailor-inade suit, and a couple of superbly attired drummers began booking bets on the probability of her being a passenger. "Well, my dears," ejaculated the Major, huskily, "you'd better be off now. Don't worry;" a tear dropped from his nose as he bent to kiss his beloved girl, who fairly began to sob as the moment of parting arrived. His sister had commenced wailing several seconds ago. "Pshaw!" cried the old fellow, "don't make a scene. It's nothing, you know. Soon be back—why, bless my soul! What the deuce—" For who should come up at a brisk pace but Mr. Reginald Daudle, but in attire that rendered him almost unrecognizable. In the place of his accustomed box coat, so ridiculously full in the back that two of his size could get into it, he wore a thick pea jacket mttoned closely about the neck. His high-bred and symmetrical legs were ncased in a pair of tall leather boots, extending- above the knee. His bronze ;urls were covered with a broad slouch lat, and he carried a small valise in his land. Blanche gasped. Her aunt pursed up icr lips and said nothing. The Major gulped a couple of times, recovered himself and then stuttered: "Good of you •very good of you, my boy; come to see me off, eh?" "No," answered Reginald, coolly, extracting a cigarette from an embossed silver case and lighting it, "I'm going with you. Miss Forsythe," he added, hurriedly, checking an outburst from the Major with a wave of his shapely hand, "your father has ordered me not to call on you during his absence, and I have promised to obe'y him. The only manner in which I can keep my word is to accompany him. Temptation would be too strong otherwise." "But I will not have it!" roared the. Major, irascibly. "I forbid you to go. I order—" "Sir," rejoined the youth, calmly, "I have bought a ticket and have a right to ride where I please. I cai'e nothing for your orders; you are not yet my father-in-law." What the Major might have replied to this audacious speech there is no knowing. But at that moment the stentorian cry of "All aboard" rang out. The Major's spinster aunt shrieked. Keginald caught the gloved hand of the weeping Blanche and kissed it fondly. The maiden essayed in a clumsy and wholly indecorous (so .her aunt afterward told her) manner to clutch the youth and kiss him on the face; but he broke away. The young man and the elderly one boarded the train, which glided slowly out, leaving the two women weeping disconsolately in each other's arms. Camp life was decidedly monotonous. The friendly redskins who swarmed about the agency told awful stories as to the malignant apd bloodthirsty intent of the hostiles, but the prospect of 80i active campaign in the Bad Lands did. not brighten an the days wore on. Major Forsythe grumbled to lleginald ev«ary day at the lack of any thing like action. Any thing would be better, ae said, than the continuous waiting lor something that never turned np. The Major, by the -way, had become great friends with Mr. Daudle, so much so, in fact, that he had got into the habit of addressing the young jnau as Reggie. Daudle's manly bearing on the trip, not to speak of the imposing figuj-e Us cull in his top booth awJ. spurs, was so ut- man was charmed in sptto of himself, j Neither of the twain ever alluded to 4 Blanche. The routine of camp duty l«)pt the Major busy most of the day, and Reginald, who passed as a mere tourist OY uinataur newspaper correspondent, as the occasion might demand, never alluded, in the most roundabout way, to a subject that he instinctively felt was forbidden. He per- coived the extent of his progress in the good graces of the Major, and for the present that was more than fmfflcient for him. There came a day when action oi some sort, in accordance with the devout wish of the Major, seemed imperative. A band of tSioux had behaved badly. They had attacked the home of a settler, driven the old man and his family out and set fire to the dwelling. A company of troopers, with Major Foray tin o in command, was detailed to capture the dusky marauders and bring them in, dead or alive. The company had been absent about five hours (Reginald having bidden an affectionate farewell to his military friend on his departure) when it occurred to the General in command that a single company of troopers might not be strong enough to effect the capture of possibly four or five hundred .angry Indians. He accordingly dispatched a couple of hundred more men, with in striiotious to follow the trail of the first company and render any assistance neccssaiy, still under the command of Major Forsythe. Reginald, who had managed to make himself a favorite with the military, companicd the second detachment, astride a fiery mustang 1 , his whole spirii aflame with the desire to rescue his vcav arable friend from any and every mishap that might have befallen him. It waa noon of the second day oul when the second cletachmemt of troop: caught up with the first. There was a cloud of dust and other symptoms of misunderstanding 1 . Before Reginald hac time to collect his thoughts he founc himself in the midst of a confused mass of Indians and white men, all scranj bling and fighting for dear life and yelling like so many demons. Then it was that the exquisite of the pave and the clubs, the pampered idler of patrician New York, arose to the occasion. Mbr some unknown reason he found himself cursing and swearing like the soldiers, hacking right and left with the dinted "CURSE YOU, SIR! GET MY WIG FOB ME." terly out ol keeping with, th* air of the lWHff«J? tlMMi % old saber which the Major had presented him, and discharging his pair of brand new revolvers in every conceivable direction. A sort of groan or gasp, or combination of both, seemingly under his mustang's hoofs, attracted his attention for a moment. At that instant it seemed that the cloud of screaming redskins melted away, and the horde of United States troopers thundered away in pursuit. The young man peered through the smoke and dust and there, wonders of wonders! was Major Forsythe — but what a figure he cut! He was doubled up under his horse. The animal had been shot in the windpipe and was choking to death. The Major struggled in vain to free himself and, lo! his head was as bare as a turnip. "My God, Major!" exclaimed Daudle. "You have been scalped!" "Scalped nothing, you fool!" bellowed the old soldier; "that red rascal over there" — pointing to a rapidly-expiring red man — "has grabbed my wig — my wig, sir! Curse you, sir; don't stand grinning there, but get my wig for me." Reginald, down whose cheek a stream of blood from a cut in his temple was flowing, looked every inch a soldier. He drew himself up haughtily, and inquired: "Sir, do you mean to say that you have been wearing a wig all these years — you, who have had the miserable effrontery to stigmatise me as a dude?" "It is true, Reginald," confessed the old soldier. "Then, sir," rejoined the youth, steadily, "confess your error. Admit that I am no dude, but that you aro one, and give me your daughter, and I restore your wig and remove your dead horsei otherwise remain here while I rejoin my comrades in pursuit of those flying red miscreants." "Reggie," sighed the Major, "you are no dude and if ever we get out of this cursed place you can have Blanche. But get my wig!" In a couple of minutes Daudle had rolled the veteran's now dead horse off him, set him xipon his feet and restored the covering of his shining caput. The Indian rolled over and died as the Major's pz-ize was wrenched from his stiffening hand. When the troops returned, their commander, in spito of a slight limp, looked quite as gallant as of yore. "Reggie," said the Major, insinuatingly, as the pair flew homeward on the vestibule limited two months afterward, "if you will promise to say nothing about the wig incident, I will give Blanche her choice of housos in New York as a wedding present." Reginald, who looked considerably more manly since his trip West, readily agreed. And the Major's venerable maiden sister is wont to declare nowadays that Reginald, who is an even more exquisite dresser than before, has become more of a dude tUan ever since Ms mar- PITH AND POINT. —Smiley—"Now, remember, I don't want a very large picture." Photographer—"All right, sir. Then please f-losc your mouth."—Boston Traveller. It i,s when a lady enters a crowded horse-car that the man who has a seat really feels that he is getting his money's worth out of a newspaper.—Klm'ira Gazette. —"Snelley writes a good deal better than he talks." U O, immensely." "Then yon have read some of his writings?" "No, but I have heard him talk."—Boston Transcript. "Oh, how sony I am my first dear husband died!" sighed Mrs. Snodgrass, after a quarrel with her present husband. "Ho nra I!" replied Knoclgrass, fervently.—'Tury. —Mabel (looking at a dude smoking a cigarette)—"How detestable!" Amy— "Yes; a cigai'ettc is very objectionable!" Mabel—"I didn't refer to the cigarette, but to the object at the moifiteud of It." —TCpoch. —Girl Graduate—"Oh,uncle,Clara and I saw the fiiniest thing at the park this morning." Uncle—"What was it?" Girl Graduate—"They had alionshn,ved just like a little poodle dog."—Yale Record. —"Good gracious!" said Mr. Rittcr, "I am glad I'm not in the strait that the Barings were. I should be in a bad fix if I had to raise 3555.000,000. I find it hard to borrow §5."—Shoe and Leather Reporter. —He was Sorry.—Teacher—"Were you sorry. Tommy, that you stole the apples?" Tommy—"You bet I was. They made me so sick that I had to stay home from the ball game."—Yankee Blade. —Insurance Agent (to A\ant Lize)— "Don't you want to take a policy?" Eliza—"Clar out ob dis yer, wif yer temptations, chile. I done ain't play«d no policy since I jincd the church."— Boston Herald. D—Doctor (to Government clerk)— "Well, what do yoxi complain of?" Clerk—"Sleeplessness, doctor!" Doctor —"At what time do you go to bed?" Clerk—"Oh! I don't mean at night, but during office hours !"—Pick Me Up. —"Do you find enough to keep you busy these days, Jim?" "You bet. I am putting in a bigger day's work these days than I ever did before." "Why, I thought you'd given up your job." "So I did. I'm looking for another."—Buffalo Express. —Brown—"Ah! been abroad, eh? Have a good passage?" Gray—"Splendid; sea as calm as a mill pond. Wasn't seasick a second." Brown—"Then you must have had a good time." Gray— "Not a bit of it. Nobody else was sick. I didn't enjoy the trip at all."—Boston Transcript. —"Your husband is less at home now than ever," reiterated the minister. "Do you try to make home attractive to him?" "Do I? I should say I did. And not only that, but I've got my mother to come live with ua to help make it still more pleasant for him."-— Philadelphia Times. —First Tramp—"Where did you get that fine overcoat?" Second Tramp— "In the big house at the corner." "I went there only dis mornin 1 shiverin 1 wid cold, an' they wouldn't give me a rag." "I didn't ask for 1 clothes fer me- self. I told 'em it was fer th' poor heathen in Central Africa."—Epoch. —Worse Still. — Briggs — "Here's a Btrange thing. A fellow went down to the river the other night to commit suicide, when he suddenly remembered that he owed a druggist twenty cents for a package of cigarettes. It bothered him, so he went right back to pay it." Griggs—"What did he do then, commit suicide?" Briggs—"Worse than that. He bought another package of cigarettes."—N. Y. Sun. WAR REMINISCENCES. BY THE MORNING LIGHT, Oh. c;':n'l nncl rod, tin- llglit o' innrn Ar.mss Ilic lirlcl di buttle b:'.ii;n, And vtiowt-.cl Iho wnsicof I niitipi"(l (ovn. Ami MiKMiliUjririj lacmaicu'ix wiapjj'.'d In smoke: Anil cokl iiiul starli Ilin solilicr '.H.V, Kliol down lu'sulr his shalt'Tcil pun: And i;ritnly spl:islir.tl wttli lilooil unil clay. * His (net.- Inul.C'l tflustly It) It* a ATI Oh, glrid iml r"1, t,V>e mrirnfnt; shone In Imppy KtijMiinil fur awnv, Whore, Ian-It a imyh! luurr.d null 1 one Ut'siil*' licr inollKtr'K Iturc tn prsiy And piotnpliii,! vai'li loud, lalK-rinj; word, 'I'hn soldli'.r'j will! WHS find and Mi.il.'d, Shr Iini.-w IK,l 'iwas ;i widow licui'i The pruitlo ol un ovi>hancl.ild. Oh. elud on-1 rr.i. ,.]]. K ] n ,\ nn f] rf , { \ Tin: inoni ni(.' light glowed evorywliorc; And out; tuiain touched thn father (lend. And oni! Ihu child who knctl in prayer; And from l.hc trampled corn and i-iuy A skylark spnitiK with joyous htiMst, For shot mid sliull liad spared thai day Its loin lirown OHRS and litilc ni:sl — Wtlliuni Clinton, in Wushininun Post. A NARROW ESCAPE. riage.—Harold 11 Journal, *i» PRECIOUS STONES, An Old-Time Belief that They Cared Disease. In a queer old book about the value of precious stones it is seriously stated that the swallowing of certain ones would prevent certain diseases. The topaz was prescribed to stop bleeding wounds, and to make the heart light. The diamond is advised for those who walk in their sleep, and are slightly insane (to-day we would be very apt to credit people who swallowed diamonds with being more than slightly insane). The loadstone would cure headaches, bites of serpents and deafness. Indeed, it is said to possess so many virtues that the head of any large family to-day is advised to buy one for each child, and in this way avoid the necessity of frequent calls and correspondingly long bills from a physician. The sapphire makes the dull cheerful and brings perfection of health. The opal is good for the eyes, for it causes the tears to flow. Crystals prevent bad dreams, coral and cornelian stop hemorrhages. Cardau, a great physician of olden times, writes most positively that the topaz, if hung around the neck or swallowed in a drink, "will increase wisdom and repel fear." He also claimed to cure people of madness by making them swallow the yellow stone, and asserted that it never failed. To the carbuncle, and to it alone, belongs the power of driving away devils. Under its guidance the evil spirit quietly departs, and nobody ever sees it go; consequently nobody can deny its departure.—Boston Herald. A Terrible Dlsappointment. Mother—Why, my dear, what's the matter? Something has happened at Mrs. De Music's party, I know. Tell me all ».'jout it, my child. Daughter—Boo-hoo! Mrs. De Music asfeed me to play, and—and when I told ixep I was out of practice, she said she was "so sorry," and didn't ask me again, boo-hoo-hoo!—Good JSTews. Personally Conducted Tours, dlooetrotle—Did you ever travel on « personally-conducted tour? Jfr. Meeke-Often. you usually? The Appalling Silnulum <>r a Cureless Artil- l«ryin:tn. In Uie whiter of 18(!'i, the Oth Massa- c:huM'H<. battery.Captain John IHgelow was f.ta Honed at Kort Ramsay, on Up ton's Mill, Va. Thi.s "was one of l.lie chain of forts iu the (inter defense, of Washington, and a sketch made at the time shows it. to have been a well built, cirfiilar earthwork 150 feet in diameter, j witli embrasures for eleven guns. Part, ! of those were, empty. The. other;; were. j oeeupied by (lie brass "Napoleons" Of our battery. l!eside,s these, there were within its Walls the (ente of our Cn.pta.in, anil first olliccrs. with guanl t.euts, etc. In addition to these was the structure common to all l.ir^e forts, the powder magazine, in this L-ase. of special importance to my story. Like, most maga/incs, it. •was :i deeply sunken cellar near the center o/ the fort, well drained, and lined with plunlt walls. Its roof was of heavy, squared oak logs, these covered with a mound of solid earth many feet thick, and rising high above the walls of the fort, The entrance to the magazine was through two doors—the outer one heavy, the inner of lighter material, but shutting- very tightly. Loading down to these from the lerre plain or iloor of the fort was cut a. passageway, uot in straight, lino, but zigzag, making what is known as a blind alley The form will easily be seen to give the greatest safety against fives or an attack by shot or shell. This magazine contained at the time between seven nnd eight tons of ammunition. To the description it may be added that it was built on the lawu in front of Mr. Upton's plantation residence, which at the time was the headquarters of General William Gurne.y of the Pennsylvania reserves, whose camp partly surrounded the. fort. Our own camp lay in front of the gate, with our pack of wagons and stables, containing over one hundred anci fifty horses. We had been firing a little, by way of practice the day before, and this morning the chests of our guns needed refilling. I was in charge of the ammunition of one piece, and, armed with a list of what was ueeded, sought the presence of the ordnance sergeant, who held the keys to the magazine. This officer had been unusually busy that morning tiud was now taking a late breakfast with the quartermaster. Like most hungry men, ho was not overpleascd to be disturbed, but my errand admitted of no delay, so he rose, and. taking his keys and an open candle stick, led the way to the door of the magazine. The regulations of his office required him to change his heavy riding-boots for slippers and also place the candle in a lantern, but, without doing wither, he lighted the candle, threw open the inner door, and bidding me follow, this also against the rules, strode into the death-stored vault with no more precaution than a farmer would use in going into his root cellar. I went with him, amazed slightly, but without demur. My requisition called for a number of cartridges, and when I obtained the supply my arms were filled with about fifty pounds of powder and iron, the mass well wrapped up in the long, fibrous packing-tow used in transportation. Taking the candle from the top of a box of ammunition, where it had rested during our stay, the sergeant hastily, and, I fear, uuduly moved by thoughts of breakfast, started before me to the magazine door. As he opened this a draught of air caught the flame of the candle, and, though 1 was fully two yards behind him, it streamed back, and some of the flying filaments of flax fell in its blaze. In an instant the whole mass in my arms was in flames, and the sudden and awful glare lit up the dark vault as though lightning had pierced the roof. With his hand on the door, the sergeant turned his head; but all he could see was a mass of swirling fire. With a cry of horror he flung open the door and was out of sight. I was left to my own resources, with little time to utilize them. My first impulse was to throw the blazing mass on the floor. But my second thought decided against it. The whole floor wasstrewnlwithinflammable flax and paper cartridges, while around the stacks of ammunition boxes the ground was black with powder. My fiery burden would no sooner touch the floor than its flames would flash to every corner of the magazine, in it would not do Uncle Sj»m its proper service. On the other haisd, could I but get my flaming burden beyond the inner door it might explode comparatively harmless in the blind alley, and the service would lose only a few pounds of powder and a reckless artilleryman. With this decision made, th« distance to Ihe innci door was soon passed; and I sprung up the steps and through it, kicking it shut as I went; then, with all the •'igor of n.iy arms I threw the blazing mass fai op the dark alley, expecting nothing but that the shock would explode the whole, To my surprise no explosion followed, and feel- that a chance might even he left tor vety well in any athletic chili, ailit placed myself at a safe distance oft f.hft floor of tlie fort. Here I waited a mo* Snout, for the explosion, but none calnc*- After a few moments 1 Went to tli8 month o! the, alley, and saw nothing but a mass of bla.ekened cartridges and Shells The lire, had all gone out. Growing bolder, 1 stopped over it,.and phut tin' outer door: tlien I looked at the singed cartridges in wonder to fseC by whatchiinee they had been kept fvoin. exploding These were, it may be o.X- plaind to those who h;ivc not handled cannon cartridge.',, made of very lliiti, "slea/ey" flannel, cadi baj; containing between two and three pounds of coaiKd powder. These lings, tightly (illed.woi'C ull blackened and charred, and r.ornc ot them fell to piece:; in my hands. Jlow they escaped exploding amid all tbo the IIaim 1 , and lu.'at around them is a. qiio.'ilioii 1 myself h:iv<> ikv) away witll- out. an answer. Taking the sorgo tint's candle, 1 went nut to call this ollicer in order to get tluj lost utnmnmt.ion replaced. To my surprise the eutiic camp was dust-lied. The sergeant, in his flight, had cried, out that the maga/inu was' on lire., and all my comrades, flanked by most of the adjacent brigndes.iverc standing on the surrounding hills, waiting to see the fort go up. Waving my cap to the boy?» iu token that all was safe, I was going 1 back through the gate, %vhen my captain met me. He had been aroused by the stir 171 camp and came from his tent to see what was the matter. As I discovered later, my looks had suffered in tlic. adventure, for my hair was burned oil' close, lo my cap, and my eyebrows were missing, and face and arms wcro scorched and blistered. AstoniKhccI, the captain aslccd the. cause, which I told him, putting us good a face upon the mutter as truth would allow. He was :i strict disciplinarian, but n. brave and kind officer, and (.hough he could not but (.'ensure me for beiu^ oven second in so great, a breach ol' the rules of safety, be forgave me in consideration of the fact that of the two offenders I had suffered the, most, and had also done what I could to save the magazine. The. warning of this escape way not lost, ho\vovcf,[upon either the sergeant or myself, and we neither ever went again into a powder magazine with an open, lighted eaudle.—N. Y. Press. A FIGHTING HORSE. in me, I sprung a bjju the aaofeing hgap j ,aj£o wltt * - The Remarkable Feats of a Stallion Sherifliiu'H Campaign. Speaking of horses, there are horses and "bosses," but the greatest horse I ever knew was the black stallion ridden by Sergeant Muchler, of the. Third Pennsylvania Cavalry, in Sheridan's valley campaign, says Congressman Allen 1 never could find out how this horse got into the. army. He was a magnificent specimen of horseflesh, and pretty nearly thoroughbred. One day, along in the late fall of 1804, the euemy was met near Front Royal, Va., and then there were charging and countercharging. The black stallion, with a courage that was magnificent, would carry his rider far into the enemy's lines, and while the rider was slashing' away with his saber right and left the stallion would lash out with his heels at every opportunity at the steed ridden by his opponent, and rear and strike and bite as savagely at him as if he were possessed of. the very devil. Muchler was teaching him tricks all the time, and dually, after considerable practice, he got him so he would pursue another cavalryman, and, catching him by his blouse at the. back of the neck, pull him from his horse. Along in the winter of IS(i4 Sheridan' sent Custer after llosser, near Strasburg, and there was in a. short time the prettiest horse i - acc up the valley that you * ever saw. Cnster's men soon caught up with Rosser,and then they had it hammer and tongs. The black stallion, as usual, outran every thing in the chase,and sing<ling out a victim,went for him with savage fury. Then, swinging the reb clear out of his saddle.earriedhim in his teeth several feet, and held him until his rider got hold of the prisoner by the scruff of the neck and sent him to the rear. On another occasion, he, got so interested, and excited in a fight up the valley that he carried his rider into the enemy's lines, where, both were captured, A few dgys later, in a fight near Mount Jackson, much to our amazement the black stallion was seen running away with a rebel Captain on his back, and before hi* rider could control him he was safely within our lines with his rider, and thus made an even exchange for his de* reliction of a few days previous.—N. Y, World. SCRAPS FOR SOLDIERS. A SOLDIERS' monument is to be built at Orono. Me., by the local Grand Army post and Woman's Relief Corps. GENERAL FRKI, who has just been, elected a member of the Federal Council of Switzerland, was formerly a private in an Illinois regiment and spent many months in Libby prison. THE members of Sturtevant Corps, W, R. C., Concord, N. H., are busily engaged in furnishing a library for the Soldiers' Home at Tilton, N. R. The corpse has already received several creditable contributions. CAPTAIN WILLIAMTAKBISH, who was pilot of the Confederate ironclad Merrimac at the time of the battle with the Monitor and the frigates Cumberland • and Congress in Hampton Roads, died ' the other day in Richmond, Va. CAPTAIX Joiix AXDEBSON, who was buried recently in Brooklyn, was the Jj master during the war of the known clipper, "Davy Crockett," was under his command, it is said, she established the record of 100 between New York and San A PKEMATt'RK explosion at the batti§ of Chuucellowille, inMay, 18ti3, t an inflammation in the eyes of Jones, of Richfield, N.Y. The resulted, after some years, in blindness, He now draws a peusip $73 a month, and the Government allowed hua $15,800,37 oi back pa\ other big pension is that ol Wrighter, of Windsor, N. ¥„ a jj ol a Pennsylvania caused t

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