The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa on April 8, 1891 · Page 3
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Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, April 8, 1891
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THE REPUBLICAN. STArtn A MAT,I.OCK, PnblUhers. ALGONA, IOWA. IS MARRIAGE A FAILURE? Nay, nny, by nil the sacretl ycnrs wo'vo spenl 'Still siulo by sldo along the shadowed vale, By nil the littlo kindnesses we've lent To ono another as we wove life's tulo, By tho sweet, ondanrlng words we've spoken, By the peace that never once was broken With words of trotting, or Impatient wull. In tho forefront of time's conflicting war, Have we not faced its trials day by rtny? And no eclipse of love's soft burning s f( ir Has ever In'.d its darkness in our way, In tho calm, us in tho stormy weather, Wo have been victors, because together, And scathioss passed through all tlia troubled frays. Wo have fcasitcd amid life's fruitage rare, And wo havo soon true hearts around us fall; We have stood whore nature was grandly fair, And by tho coffin that contained our all. What strong fetter wound itself around us? Nothing but tho loving tie that bound us— The vows wo would uot for the world recall. Marriage a failure! nay, it is success, And tlnys and years servo to renew tho chain, We would not break tho links, or have them less, For all the glitter In a monarch's train. Best of all, wo shall take up, in glory, All the threads of love's unfinished story, And weave them while eternity shall reign. —Wm. Lyle, in Journalist. DON, KODA AND PASKA. Their Midnight Trip and tho Disaster It Averted. HERB were three of. them, and they were tho best of friends. To be sure, Koda was a t r i fl e irritable— some people even went so far as to say ugly, but he was quick in action, and, though excitable, could be relied on in cases of emergency. Don was very observing, and really had a remarkable brain; he was well disciplined, and kept himself under good control. Paska was the ruling spirit, and both of the others gave themselves up to his management; so it was seldom that any disagreement arose among these good friends. They were all at an Indian agency. Paska (a name given him by the Sioux) was a New England boy of eighteen, engaged as a government employe to assist in distributing provisions, clothing, etc., to the Indians. About the first of the month, the In- nians from all parts of the reservation gathered around the government warehouse, waiting for their supplies. They brought their tents, their ponies, their wives and children, and enjoyed a real picnic while waiting. If the provisions, etc., were all ready, everything passed off smoothly; for Indians ara a great deal like other people; easy to get on with when everything is pleasant. But disappointment is apt to make the best of us cross at times, and, on the occasion of which I write, the Indians with their hungry families had been waiting three days, and the govenment had failed to deliver the supplies at the appointed time. Now these Indians were divided into two parties, much like the political parties in any country; one party, called the "Church Party," sided with the government, believed in the religion taught by the white missionaries, tried to imitate civilized ways, ciiltivated the land after a crude fashion, and was peacefully inclined. The other party of Indians, called the "Dancing Party," was the reverse of all this. The members were continually trying to arouse a feeling of discontent among the tribes; they scorned work, encouraged the continuation of all the heathen customs, such as dog feasts, sun dances, etc., and nourished a murderous feeling against all white men. Now on this memorable occasion — memorable to Don, Koda and Paska— all the Indians, some fourteen hundred, had been waiting, as I said, three days for their rations. The small supply of food they had brought with them was exhausted. Hunting and fishing were poor in that locality; so you can see that when they heard their little papooses crying for food, even the most patient chiefs would naturally begin to DON, KODA AND PASKA PUT IN THEIR BEST WOBK. feel ugly. Threatening murmurs were heard on all sides. Councils were held almost every hour, and there was a .great deal of "bad talk." The agent with his doueu white employes did all that he could to pacify them, distributing what litiie food there was in the government warehouse, and explaining that the trains were on the way and must soon arrive with the promised supplies. Now this was a great chance for the dancing party to excite trouble. They whispered around to the other Indians that there were barrels of pork, bags of fiour, boxes of wffee, etc., in the storehouse, but that the agent wanted to starve them so as to keep the food and sell it to emigrant trains that occasionally passed through the country. The church party, as well as most of the other Indians, knew there was no truth in this rumor, for the agent had tho head men and chiefs through Uio cellars find proved that thorn was nothing there; but hungry people, ns we know, are apt to be unreasonable, and perhaps some really believed that food was concealed in holes and cellars around the buildings. At last it was tacitly understood that, if the promised train did not appear bj sunset of tho fourth day, tho Indians would break into the government buildings; and then, of course, when the savages were once started, the houses of the employes would be looted; and all this meant bloodshed and murder. Tho agent, with the aid of the interpreter, used his best energies to check the rising meeting, at the same time quietly preparing for the worst. In tho warehouse there were just twenty old-fashioned llurnside carbines, and not enough ammunition for the whites to defend themselves for half an hour. All the reservations have an army post attached, but in this case the soldiers were thirty-four miles from the agency building. There was no cavalry, and the infantry would require some time to march that distance; and, not anticipating this delay in the coming of the supplies, the agent had not sent to the post till the third day. Then, as luck would have it—or design on the part of the evil-disposed Indians—the messenger's horse mysteriously died on the road; though of this we of course knew nothing at the time. Imagine tho sensations of these dozen white men, some with their wives and children, with these relentless savages camped all around their defenseless homes. An Indian in war paint is frightful enough; but compared with an infuriated squaw he appears like a peaceful dude. Of course it would never do for the white men to show any fear. We all attended to our work as well as usual, apparently, mingled with the Indians, visited the tepees, gave them tobacco, smoked from their long- stemmed pipes, admired their ponies, and tried to appear as -unconcerned as usual. On the afternoon of the foiirth day the agent was holding a council with the headmen and proposed tp send a dozen of them to the valley, sonic twelve miles away, to find out if we could hear from our promised train. The chiefs he selected were most of them ringleaders in the dancing; party. The agent calculated there would be no uprising while these men were absent, and in the meantime, if the provisions did not come, the soldiers from «he fort would no doubt arrive. "\Va-kin-yan-ci-qa-dan (Little Thunder) was one of the chiefs of the church party who was selected to join in this crip. He was a really good man, sin- ere in his liking for his white friends, and Don, Koda and Paska were among liis favorites. Late in the afternoon we started. Some of the party, I noticed with a shudder, were painted in regular war style. The whole tribe were out to see us start, and with whoops, shouts and blood-curdling yells we dashed down the slope, through the ravine, and off over the undulating prairie. The rate was rapid, but Koda kept up his reputation as one of the swiftest ponies on the reserve, while Paska guided him with a firm hand; and Don, steering clear of the pony's heels, had no difficulty in keeping pace. At sunset we galloped into the valley, and there, through a cloud of dust and camp-fire smoke, we recognized our provision train and the Indian drivers. Not a sign of joy or disappointment was manifested by our stolid Indian party, but, before joining the teamsters, a short consultation was held. Not being an adept in the Sioux tongue, their conversation was to us unintelligible; their significant gestures, however, made us feel uneasy. Wa-ldn-yan-ei-qa-dan was one of the Indians who, though he could speak but a few English words, could write in his own tongue; and after the council, when we were all mingling with the teamsters and looking with hungry eyes on the loads of flour and bacon, he quietly passed Paska, pushed a piece of paper into his hand, and whispered: "Hun! Agency! Interpreter!" Paska felt a thrill of fear and excitement; but controlling himself, he led Koda as if to water him at the brook, followed, of course, by the faithful Don; then, thinking he was attracting no particular attention, he thrust the paper into his pocket, and, bounding onto the pony, kept close to the bushes for a few moments, then struck out through the twilight across the open prairie. Koda, Don and Paska put in their best work. The first had been known to run a mile in less than two .minutes, and to-night he seemed to outdo himself. Not a word of encouragement was needed; but Paska, leaning a little forward in the saddle, while holding the rein in his left hand, with his right gently tapped on the pony's side—a sign which Koda had been trained to understand meant for him to make his greatest speed. Through the twilight the ground seemed to swim past like the current of a rushing river. Suddenly the saddle slipped. Eluding it impossible to arrange it at the mad pace they were flying, Paska hauled up the foaming pony, sprang off, and re-adjusted the straps; but in that moment of delay he suddenly heard, above the panting of the pony, the sound of flying hoofs in the distance. Don, too, was on the uleit, and showed signs of great uneasiness at the delay. What with the impatience and excitement of Koda and Don, it was almost impossible for Paska to remount; and before he was half in the saddle they were all tearing down the road, Paska regaining his stirrups as best he could. Now this was the plot which the chiefs had hastily made, and of which Wa-kin-yan-ci-qa-dan had given warning on the piece of paper that Paska was taking to the government interpreter: The government generally sent the main provisions, flour, pork, coffee, sugar, etc., to the Indian agency twice during the year, and these were divided and dealt out to the tribe at the end of every month. The bcheme. of the wicked chiefs was to return at once to the agency, announce that no provisions wejv, eufliiag, excite the desperate In- (]i,tn« to rovolt, kill the agent and all { the white employes, and then, when : the train arrived, they would divide six months' provisions at one time, and feast and dance und hold high revels. The Indians, like some children, don't look far ahead. They did not stop to ask themselves what they would do after the supplies were exhausted. Now Wa-kin-yan-ci-qa-dan knew if the news of the coming train coiikl only reach the agency first, and the plot of the bad Indians be exposed, the church party would assert themselves and faith in the. agent would bo restored. Paska, though not understanding the full import of the piece of paper he carried, still realized it was a case of the greatest emergency; and over the prairie grass, through rushing streams, up hill and down ravines, on they flew. Ah! what a relief 1 There were the campfircs, there were the lights in tho warehouse, and the sound of the Indian drivers faintly reached hira. One more hill to climb, and Koda, trembling in every fiber, covered with one mass of foam, galloped madly to the door of the warehouse, while Paska reeled from tho saddle and rushed into the office, seized the interpreter, and, while frying to explain to the agent, put his PITH AMD POINT', PASKA SEIZED TIIE INTERPRETER. hand into his pocket for the precious bit of paper. It was gone! Evidently it had dropped out on the road while stooping to fix the saddle. Paska, with a pallid face, fell into a chair. For a second everyone seemed paralyzed,, when suddenly, with a bound, dear old Don rushed in with the missing paper in his mouth. [Don -was a carefully-trained retriever. Paska had educated him to pick up any article that was dropped. Day after day, when Don, Kodu ivnd PasUa were out together, the latter would continually drop ono article after another—n glove, a stick, 11 letter, anything—to get him thoroughly trained to observe and to retrieve, never dreaming that we should all owe out lives to thi^ useful education of dear Don.] In a shorter time than it requires to write this, tho interpreter read the torn and dust-stained paper, and accompanied by the agent he stood on the warehouse steps and explained all to the Indians, who had rushed around the doors on the arrival of the flying messenger. There is nothing slow about an Indian intellect; it was all understood in a moment, and the news of the approaching train had its effect, and good? humor once more reigned. The conspirators evidently got wind of all this before they had a chance to instigate the planned revolt. On their arrival they separated and joined their companions in a very quiet and unostentatious way. But they were not as passive as they seemed. That night poor Wa-kin-yan-ci-qa-dan was shot in *-he back; but the wound was not fatal, and he recovered after weeks of careful nursing. And dear old Don! The superstitious Indians looked upon him with a great deal of respect from that time, and ho was treated with great consideration, not to say awe, ever after.—Will Phillip Hooper, in Demorest's Monthly. THE ZULU HOUSE. —Kinr) words never die; unkind words don't die, either. — Homervillo Journal. -—Tho man who helps himself will be well taken care of—if he is caught.— Elmira Gazette. —Is there any politeness exceeding that of a tailor whose bill has just been paid?—Somerville Journal. —Be careful how you deal with a man taller than yourself. He can always overreach 3'ou.—Texas Sittings. —"What is generally meant by a pronounced failure, doah boy?" "Tho way you speak English,"—St. Joseph News. —There might be an able controversy sustained as to which needs protection the most, the American author or the American reading public.—Washington Post. —Somehow a man can display much more wisdom in giving advice on what i.s past and can't be helped than in telling what should be done in the future.— /Vtchison Ulobe. —A Point of View.—May—"What on 2arth made you refuse Lord Sideboard's oiler?" Ethel—"Well, it's bad enough to be called "lady" by policemen and ticket-choppers without legalizing the apithct."—N. Y. Sun. —City Parson—"I have been appointed missionary to the heathen and " Ohorus of Parishioners—"You are not ?oing to leave us, are you?" City Parson—"No; they told me to stay just where I was."—N. Y. Herald. —A Reasonable Inference.—"The Bashaw of Tangier, I understand, weighs over four hundred pounds, remarked Trotter. "Then he ought to be Df more weight than he is in international affairs," replied Keedick. —The Last Hope Gone.—A secret so- siety of cooks has been organized. This looks as though the man who has been try ing to find out what becomes of all the groceries might as well throw up the sponge and quit.—Ram's Horn. —Took Her at Her Word.—Lady of the House—"I'll give you just five minutes to get out out of here." Tramp— "Five minutos ?" Lady of the House— "Yes, I say, five minutes." Tramp— "Then I guess I'll take a seat and wait." —Harvard Lampoon. —Honesty Was the Best Policy.— Wife—"How honest of you to return that five dollars your employer paid you by mistake." Husband—"Yes, honesty is the best policy. I am positive he Dverpaid me in order to test my honesty."—Yankee Blade. —They Couldn't Stand It.—An east- srn doctor experimented with a lot of monkeys to see how they would stand bight-lacing, and every one of them iied in short meter. Can it be that they grieved themselves to death because they were compeled to make fools of themselves. —A Position Proved.—"I maintain," isserted Mr. Gongoslin, in the course of in argument, "that the face is not an Infallible guide to determine the mind." "I think you must be right,'' assented Miss Ophelia, "for any one who did not know you would think from a glance at four face that you was rather intelligent." —Maud—" very conceited." Dholly—"I never thought her so." Maud—"But she is. She told me last aight the names of all the fellows who proposed to her last summer." Cholly (very much embarrassed)—"I—er—am if raid I—er—must be going. Important engagement. Goodnight."—Harper's Bazar. —A New School.—A Chicago woman boldly advertises in the newspapers that she stands ready to teach single ladies or classes ' 'the art of fibbing with fluency and grace." She may get a few stray pupils, who want some finishing touches, but "the art" Is one that womankind always possessed and always made frequent use of.—Detroit Free Press. 'Ai< CALIFORNIA JOE. It Is Designed and Built by the Female Native. The Zulu woman is the architect and builder of the Zulu house, and the style of architecture is known in the colonies as "wattle and daub." It looks like an exaggerated beehive, for the Zulu mind has this peculiarity, that it cannot grasp the idea of anything that is uot round or elliptical in form. There are no squares in nature. To build her house, the woman traces a circle on the ground fourteen feet in diameter, and getting a number of long, limber branches, she sticks them firmly into the ground and then bends the tops over, and ties them with fibre obtained from the numerous creepers, or "monkey" ropes. Then she twines thicker creepers in and out of these sticks, all round the circle of spaces about twelve inches apart, and then taking wattle (a kind of coarse grass or reed) she thatches the edifice, leaving a small hole at the top for a chimney, and another hole, three feet square, for a door. In front of this she builds a covered way, extending outwards about three feet, and the exterior of the house is finished by a coating of "daub" or mud. She then seeks the nests of the white ant, and digging them up, obtains a, q uantity of white clay, which she beats to powder, dries, and then mixing it with water, kneads it until it is quite smooth. This she spreads all over the ground inside the hut, and beats it carefully until it is quite hard and free from cracks. This floor a good housewife will scour twice a day with smooth stones, until it is like a piece of polished marble. The fireplace is near the door, and is simply a ring of this clay to confine tha embers in one place. The other necessaries found in a hut are a bundle of spear shafts drying, some tobacco, and sev- erai bunches of millet hanging from the roof. Grouped round the walls are tho three amasi (a species of sour milk) jars, the native beer j»rs and open jars holding grain. Of course, the dense woodsmoke rising coats the roof, millet and tobacco with soot, and long '•fingers" of it hang in every direction; but the floor -will be clean enough to eat on, and as long as that is so, the social Mrs. Grundy of the Zulu i» .satu»« fied.—Ladies' Home Journal, ADMIRED GENIUS. TJn* He Was iu Trouble But He Was Not appreciative. A farmer, driving a mulish-looking borse attached to an old-time "carry- nil," came to town. His horse stopped in font of the corner drug-store and refused to go on. The farmer urged tha animal, and then proceeded to beat him with a rope, but without avail. OJ course, hundreds of men came up and offered advice. A balked horse is perhaps more fruitful of suggestion than anything else can hope to be. One mar told the farmer to twist his tail; and another one said that a bundle of foddei held before his eyes would have the desired effect. After awhile the farmej turned to a quiet man standing on the edge of the sidewalk and asked: "What have you got to say?" "Nothing:" "Isn't there some mistake aboul that?" "None whatever." "Are you sure?" "I am certain." "Is it possible," said the farmer, "that you stand there and see a balkec horse, and no suggestions to make?" "It is not only possible, but is an absolute fact." "Where do youilive?" "In this town." "Are you going home pretty soon?" "Yes," but why?" "Well, 1 have a bushel of eggs that 1 want to present to you. Here, take thii basket, and when you need any farix truck let me know, and it shan't cost yov a cent. I admire genius, and must saj that you are the most remarkable mat I ever saw."—Arkausaw Traveler. The npiully AVorli of a Union Shnrpahontor At the flattte of Yorktown. Probably there is no soldier, who ever served in the army of the Potomac, that has not heard of "California .1 no," tha most; celebrated marksman of Bcrduxi's shnrpsmooters, all of whom were phenomenal marksmen. It must be remembered that this picked regiment was composed only of the most expert riflemen in this country, and the subject of this article, Truman Head, of Co. 1!, was the best in the regiment. Trmnan Head was a little, thin man, of 5(5 years of age, in 1.861, with long, black, silken hair, curling in rich profusion about a pair of shoulders whose stoop showed the decline of life. His face beamed with intelligence and humanity, and his voice was soft and gentle as a woman's while detailing to the writer how ho found it necessary while in the performance of his duty to "pick of?" some rebel officer or gunner. For some days previous to the final contest at Yorktown, in 18(i3, (fen. Me- Clellan had watched with much anxiety, an enormous rifled cannon being placed in such a position by tiic enemy, as to sweep away any force that might be brought against it. Satisfying himself that he could bring no piece to bear upon it which would be sufficiently heavy to silence it, he sent orders to Col. Berdan to detail a squad of his most expert riflemen to pick off any of the enemy who should attempt to work this monstrous instrument of death. The colonel immediately sent for "California Joe," and three others to whom he made known the task before them, and gave them the privilege of declining if they were afraid, for a sharpshooter bectSmes utterly useless if not entirely devoid of fear. All four, however, true and tried men as they were, were only too glad of the honor thus conferred upon them find signified their readiness to move to ihe front at any moment. That night, near 13 o'clock, the devoted four, led by Joe, and well supplied with provisions and ammunition, took their departure from camp and marched over towards the enemy's bristling batteries. At about the distance of nine hundred yards from the latter they halted, and, with the utmost caution and silence, dug four rifle- pits, each one some forty or fifty yards from the others. In these they lay quiet until after daylight, when, at an early hour, the dull booming of a gun some distance to the left told them the strife was about to .commence. Our hero was instantly on the alert, and raising his powerful telescope to his eye, he narrowly scanned the vicinity in which was the gun, over which he and his companions were to keep watch. As he did so, he caught sight of a rebel cannonier, cautiously advancing with a swab rammer to clean out the piece preparatory to its being loaded. Fearful of our sharpshooters the rebel had divest- d himself of everything 1 that might serve as a mark with the exception of ;he brass ornament on the front of his cap. This was a fatal want of foresight, for the next instant Joe had his deadly rifle leveled directly at the ornament and was about to pull the trigger when a second thought struck him. Still keeping- a "bead" drawn on the doomed man, he allowed him to creep lorward, raise the rammer, push it into the gun, and then, as he was aboxit to withdraw it, Joe touched the trigger, and the first victim of York;own fell, pierced directly through the brain. Of course the rammer remained in the gun, and rendered it useless until it could be withdrawn. With a determination and valor worthy a much better cause, man after man stepped forward to make the attempt, but without avail, for a ball from Joe's rifle or one of his companions sealed the rash act with- death. "Oh, sir," said Joe, whtle narrating the circumstance, "my heart grew sick with such work. Towaid the latter part of the battle, my three companions were killed by rebel sharpshooters, and I alone was left to continue the work of death. I had kept by me a pine stick, on which I ctvt a notch each time 1 fired. This ' stick I filled and cast away, after counting fifty-nine notches." "But, perhaps," we ftuggested, "yoxir ball did not strike its object each time. "I never miss, sir," was the reply, uttered in tones of pity and sorrow, rather than pride or exultation. "Since morning," continued Joe, after a pause, I had taken no refreshments, and beginning to feel t)ie want of it, I was obliged to cease firing. While eating, I cast occasional glances over at the big gun, which the rebels had managed, little by little, to load since the death of my companions. Suddenly I saw a soldier grasp the. lanyard, and in an instant, dropping my cracker and morse] of meat, I instantly leveled my rifle at him and pulled. He fell, but, as he went down, he jerked the lanyard. The next instant a terrific explosion took place, and the enormous cannon, torn into fragments by the concussion, went flying high iu the air. My task was over, and as the shades of night began to fall, I made my way back to our lines, thankful that my life had been spared me."—Cooper's Coffee Cooler. "UNCLE "BILLYT" Hot Wat0r Drinking. The amount of hot water which on» should take depends upon \vhat the ho 1 water is drank for. If a pexson has ai attack of rheumatism he should tak« moderate quantities of hot water ai often as possible, in order to rinse th< system out and get rid of the uric acie as speedily as he may. If he has dy& pepsia, hot water is administered as « deturgent, and it is a good idea to tak« two or three glasses at once, half an hour or so before eating. This will fll the stomach so full that it will dumj itsolf and so get clear of any undigested food and mucous.—Dr. J. if. Kellogg, '< ':'-• •;•'•'• 'I ''•'-••• 'i'." I-' 1 HI f,f n(, of srvcr.-il i (-'{iirU'tit'H ran but tliny woro. not discharged. This 1 men regarded as a great hardship ftttdl many walked off without asking yet*, mission of anyone and betook selves to their homes. Oue as Col. Sherman was crossing t>0njj»| bridge, he met a major under his mand in full uniform making tbWatf the city. He asked him why he waf 1 absent from his post, and the major: plied that the time for which he had £tt»>: listed had expired and he meant to gd tiome. .Sherman saw that strong i Ures were necessary and said: If yoij don't at once go back to yolif regiment I will shoot you." The rr.a.jor stood not on the order of " his going, but retired with speed. Ott the following day there was a divisional review, and Sherman was sitting on his ' borse, near President Lincoln's carriage* when the officer with whom he had thd ncouotcr approached and desired iO make a complaint to the president. I wish to complain of Col. Sherman," ie satd. "Yesterday I started to ;he city, and he told me he would shoot me if I did not return to the camp." Leaning over the carriage and speaking in a whisper that was perfectly audible to all in the vicinity, Mr. Lincoln said: "My friend, if I were in your plane, and if Sherman said that to me, I would let try to leave camp, for he looks just iike a man who would keep his word." The major retired in confusion amidst shouts of laughter from the bystanders, ind there were no more attempts at irregular departures made in Shermftn'g command.—Detroit Free Press. SHERMAN'S HUNGRY SOLDIERS. "Old Abe's" Opinion of Him as Given a Mujor Who Wanted to Go Home. Few men in the country are better known personally than Gen. Sherman and a multitude of anecdotes are told of hinv He was noted for his approachableness. No man ever made his rank lens felt, and he had intimate friends in every walk of life. "Uncle Billy," as he was called by his soldiers, waaijthe favorite subject of camp-fire anecdotes, and a number of stories are told illustrating his rough and ready manner of conducting business and his quickness of repartee. Shortly after the outbreak of the rebellion, Sherman was sent to Washington, where he was placed in charge of a number of the new levies, all three months men. Their ideas in regard to discipline were as misty as they were liberal, and it was very hard to convince the officers and wen that they could not do exactly as they pleas- How They Snatched Up a Dinner at Which He Had Just Sat Down. Mr. J. C. Jamison, of Pittsburgh, tells an interesting story of Sherman's march to the sea. For eighteen days the men had been on quarter rations, and on this particular morning they took up their weary march without any breakfast. Along about noon they came to a pretty plantation, presided over by a cultured and wealthy adherent of the lost cause. His mansion was palatable and everything the eye beheld betokened plenty. Visions of a square meal arose before the tired boys in blue, and those in the van quickened their pace and soon Were on a dead run for the house. Mr. Jamison was something of a sprinter in those days, and was the first to roach the house. He dashed through the kitchen and headlong into the dining-room, but no sooner had he passed the door than he stopped, transfixed with horror. Before him sat Gen. Sherman and some of his staff officers, the guests of the house. Before them was a steaming dinner. Anticipating instant arrest, Mr. Jamison tried to retreat, but the hungry hosts blocked the way. They shoved him forward, and a brawny hand reached over his shoulder and seized a savory spring chicken. That was as a signal, and in an instant the groaning table was stripped of everything edible. "General!" shouted the enraged exponent of southern chivalry "do you stand silently by and see me thus plundered?" "Yes," quietly responded Gen. Sherman. "The boys are hungry. They*' have been on quarter rations for eighteen days, and we are living off the country. I guess they need the dinner worse than we do."—Pittsburgh Dispatch. SCATTERING SHOT. MRS. GRANT'S correspondence is so large that she finds it impossible to attend to it all. She gives preference to letters from old soldiers and endeavors to answer them with her own pen. AT the close of the fiscal year 1890 Ohio had 57,087 pensioners; New York, ! 50,206; Pennsylvania, 49,578; Indiana, 47,798; Illinois, 88,943; Michigan, 26,-, 853; Missouri, 23,749; Iowa, 23,189; Kansas, 23,321; Massachusetts, 21,897; Wis- ; a] consin, 16,788; Maine, 15,924, and Ken-'vJ tucky, 15,909, The number in none of the rest of the states comes up to five figures. THEBE have been four notable funerals in this country since the close of J the war—those of Lincoln, Garfield, Grant and Sherman respectively. Sheridan's obsequies did not attract such widespread public attention as did those of the other great men named. !(; may be truly said that at the bier of dlich of the four mentioned the nation mourned. MB. EDMUNDS is quoted as wondering why Sherman and Grant always liked Joe Johnston so much and ydt were in- '' different to Lee. "O'f course Gen, Johnston is a most charming man so-s cially," he added, "and so, I under* stand, was Lee. Perhaps their par» tiality for Johnston is due in a measure,' to the fact that Lee was exceedingly reserved in his demeanor toward all/ persons who came in contact with, him." Coi.. CLEMENTS, pension agent at Chi« cago, 111., recently paid out the largest-j individual pension ever granted to a penV sioner in that division. Mrs. Laura B,, Whitney, widow of Samuel B. Wbitney t of the Seventh Illinois, wa,s the lucky per* -, son, and the sum received was $9,320,4$,'' She is entitled to $80 pev month after from the United States treasury,, With one exception it was the amount ever paid one individual the Chicago office. The exception WS President Lincoln's widow, who ceived $15,000, but this, however, by special act of Congress, and not i der the pension laws. A BEAUTIFUL ceremony observed the ladies of the Grand Army placing upon the bodies of comrades a small Union flag I day of burial. This ceremony dered by Ouster Circle, No. 1, of city, fifteen times during the past; Mrs. Phil Gunlpek, a roejnbeF circle, and its representative, at the funeral services of seven of George H. Thomas PQJS& $< paid this highly appropriate The soldier dead* as well as thj living, i thus honored by tb« wives and daughters oi ^ largest , upoij i

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