The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa on April 22, 1891 · Page 7
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Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, April 22, 1891
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THE REPUBLICAN. STAUtt A ttAT,1X>CXL, IOWA. A SPRING O-U-G-H-'D. We're glad that old winter is through And springtime has come to ronougU Onr youth. Mother earth, Resounding with mearth, J*nrtoUos of our happiness, tough. Of snow we have all had enough; "Wo'll nlicvol no more ot tho stougli, For summer is nigh, When, roasting, we'll Ugh Under trees, doing nothing but pough, With colds we no longer will coufjh; \Ve'll leave our fur overcoats ough, And put up tho sleigh.— Butnotvillit'sMotgh Will we our wool underclothes dough. Tho horse enjoys pulling the plough, And even the dignified cough Doth UioU up and luugh Like its silly young cuugh, And pigs are in the clover just nougli. The wheat, to be made Into dougU, Its green is beginning to shough, And when it gets high, We'll hide it in align— When the farmer comes out we will The birds sitting up on a bough Bing to us grand operas nough; The hens, which are plagues, 'Jackie loudly for eagues They lay on the hay in the mough. We'll sit on the banks of the lough. And Jlsh till our baskets we stough; The big ones will weigh Ten pounds, we will seigh. Though lies of that size always shough. O, yes! We're glad winter Is through, yor flowers a-sparkle with dough Are nicer than snow To look at, althow The pesky mosqultoas come, tough. — H. C. Dodge, in Detroit Free Press. BRONCO BEEAKINGL Tough Experiences in Tamingr Wild Now Mexican Horse. The Savage Animal Kills Two Trainers, But iToe Starling, After a, Severe Struggle, J'rovou to Be tho Stronger Devil of the Two. HERE are few subjects which an Englishman discusses with more vigor than the breaking in of horses, and, as a rule, there are none which he knows less about, says a writer in Mac- millau's Magazine. If he have personal experience to add weight to his arguments, he is generally enamored of some theory which he would apply in every case, and is indignant when he hears that a horse has been 'trained to obedience in any other way. I wonder if any of these good people, who doubtless have substantial grounds for their several opinions, ever saw a bronco of the prairies when he was first brought into contact with a man. I would, therefore, ask all those who wish to understand the task a western breaker of horses sometimes has he- lore him to accompany me upon a little journey of five thousand miles or so, to i stand, as I stood some years ago, on the box of an old lumber wagon and peep into the corral of one Col. Jenson, a breeder of horses in New Mexico. It was early in the afternoon of a warm day in August, but business was was to begin in a few minutes. Col. Jenson's foreman stood beside me in a •Wagon, and half a dozen cowboys were perched on the stable roof opposite. BeU»> uls was the corral, an inclosure about fifty yards square, and in the corral was the horse which was to receive its first lesson in obedience this day. He only stood fifteen hands high, and was lightly built—anything but a formidable beast to look at, the only distinctive points about him being a Roman nose and a restless eye. I could not help remar-king upon his mild appearance to Ezekiel Yates, the foreman. I had been told by Jenson that no better rough-rider lived than Ezekiel Yates. Finally he answered: "What do they teach folk where you come from? I'll try again. This bronco will bo broke to-day or killed. Two boys have tried; one was laid out in ten minutes, with his chest like a apple pudding 'cos tAie pony danced on him. The other stuck to it longer, but was chucked at last and his skull flattened a^in the paliug there like a bit of soft lead. Now ye see the chances. •It's a job for an old hand, and even a •WAS KOW CABNATE, who knows may be trioped by a demon. So the boss sent for Joe Starling to make it sure, slapped gown double stakes— fifty dollars— and there the matter lays." TO set ftU 4eubt at rest a horseman whoj» I rec- Ofie of -the wildest characters in the settlement; a dare-devil, reckless customer, the hero and god of lawless men, and the dread — except when wanted—to all settlers fond of peace and property. We left our places and I was introduced to tho famous Joe, whom I found to be a slender, long- limbed personage with sandy beard and keen eyes, a modest, unassuming manner and very sparing of speech. I noticed that Jenson, the burliest and most jovial of men, treated Joe with a deference which struck me as odd tintil I learned from actual observation what kind of business this man had agreed to undertake. The bronco colt was interested by the proximity of a powerful roan mare held by Joe, and now came close up to the gate and sniffed at us. Joe observed the animal attentively. "How many hcv tried him, kunnel?" "Two—smashed!" "Likely. It is in his eye. Shall we make a start?" lie mounted his mare as he spoke and uncoiled a rawhide lariat. Then ho looked critically round upon us all. "I want three-Seth Sincup, Bill Corse and Ezekiel. Put 'em down, boys." The bars of the corral gate were drawn back and Joe paced in. I had returned to the wagon by this time with Col. J ensen, and we had a capital view of tho interior ( of the corral. Joe held his lasso in both hands, his bridle hanging loosely on the mare's neck. She was perfectly trained and required neither guidance nor restraint. Slowly she approached the colt, he retreating to the furthest corner of the corral, showing that he well knew the significance of this thin, brown rope and what it could do. The mare drew nearer, stop by step, and I fancied that I could see a mocking smile upon her face. Nearer and nearer, until with a snort and shake of the head the bronco sprang forward. Joe rose in his stirrups at the same moment and swept the nooae once round his head. A quick turn of the mare, a cloud of dust and a heavy fall and then the colt was on the ground, half choked and helpless. Down went the bars again and the three chosen men rushed in. Two at once sat down in a firm and unconcerned manner upon the head of the fallen one, while Joe and Ezekiel Yates proceeded to strap upon his back a saddle and bridle brought in by the latter. This operation was a delicate one, for the prostrate colt struggled and lasherl out desperately. But the men seemed utterly indifferent to the prospect of beiny kicked into eternity, and accomplished their work in a very few minutes. Joe tightened his belt. "Git, boys." Away they went scurrying across the corral and through the gate like rabbits in a hole, the mare having trotted ofE before this of her own accord. I watched Joe breathlessly. The bronco, fr%e now of lasso and men, lay still a moment, then raised his head and sneezed. Two seconds passed; he did not move, but sneezed again. Was ho hurt? Not he. Now, with a sound like the screech of a maniac, he leaped to his feet in one bound, spun round open-mouthed to find the man and seize him in his teeth. But Joe was not to be caught, and when the dust raised by the colt's movement had subsided we saw him firmly planted in the saddle, as if he meant to stay. Ezekiel rejoined me now, and laid a hand upon my shoulder. "Yer have 'em before ye, lad. Two devils. Which is the stickiest? Ah, ah-h! bet on the man this time." I cannot give a just idea in pen and ink of the excitement of the scene. The little horse with a wild eye and a big head was a fiend incarnate. He was not trying to rid himself of his i-ider so much as to destroy him. His eyes glowed like live coals, and at intervals he repeated his shrill scream of rage—a challenge to the man. His first movement, when he felt the pressure of Joe's limbs, was to rear erect and attempt to throw himself backward. A blow between the ears with the butt end of a quirt (a Mexican riding whip) brought him quickly down again. Then he arched his back like an angry cat, gathered his feet under him and "let ily"—as I never saw a horse buck before or since. The sti'ain upon the girths of the saddle was tremendous, but they were new and bore it well, while the rider, resting lightly in his stirrups, held his balance with beautiful skill and coolness, and throughout every twist, and turn, and jump of the bronco kept a firm grip upon the bridle, which he would round the horn of the saddle as sailors secure a rope to a belaying pin, The bucking continued without respite for ieveral minutes, and ended by the horse rearing a second time, and in this instance overbalancing himself and falling heavily backward. "Trick number one," muttered Ezekiel, in a grim whisper, while I shuddered and cried out, expecting to see Joe crushed by the fall. He had slipped aside in time, however, and was on his feet in a moment. The colt was unhurt also, and, rolling over the ground, set Joe dancing this way and that to escape his heels. Another moment passed and then the* bronco was upon his feet again, and for the second time the man just saved his life by extreme agility. More kicking now ensued and clouds of dust rose up, which made it very difficult to see exactly what was happening. All at once I heard Ezekiel gave an exclamation and swear a deep and vigorous oath, and presently I saw that one of the girths, the thinner of the two, had split across. The dangling ends at the bronco's side seemed to infuriate him, and his leaps and kicka sensibly increased. Now came a sharp click on the other side of me, and Col. Jenson spoke. "Draw, boys, and cover him. We must not lose another life, Fire when I give the word, every one." * There was a quick movement on the strap or buckle failed, the raddle would go and Joe be at the bronco's mercy, unless their pistols did their work in time. But the girth held gallantly, and at last the bronco began to tire and wo began to breathe again. I could see Joe clearly now. The signs of battle had begun to appear. Ho Was one mass of dirt from top to toe. His right arm had received a deep gash, either from the colt's teeth or heels, and waa smeared with blood from elbow to wrist. Ilia face was pale and Worn, his head bent wearily, as if he were in pain; but his eyes were clear and vigilant, and he sat the enemy as firmly as ever. I began to hope that the worst part of the struggle was over, for Joe had gained a tighter hold upon the bridle and the bronco's head was well drawn in, as if he were yielding to control. lie paced backward slowly until he touched one side of the corral, and there he stood a moment panting as if exhausted. Now a new phase in the struggle be- •gan. All this time Joe had played a passive part, allowing the • bronco to take him where he would and how he would, feeling at the bridle now and then without making any determined attempt to check his mad frolics. At this point, however, he suddenly seemed to wake into life and action. He drew in the bridle with a powerful wrench, twisted the bronco's head from the wall of the corral, and then for the first time drove in his spurs well. The answer was a violent fit of bucking, and I expected every moment to see the second girth split, It held, however, and the bucking presently subsided. Biit there was to be no rest now. In went the spurs again, and away went bronco, capering, twisting, spinning round this way and that, leap- PITH AND POINT. "••"Good sense is the gift of Heaven." And most people have to go there to get It.—fuck. —If it took coffee as long to settle aa some men a good many of us Would drink water.— Towanda Review. -The millonaire can die in calm consciousness of the fact that he also is ;he inventor of an airship.—St. Joseph News. —A substitute for coffee is announced. There is nothing new in that, according •jo confirmed boarders. — Pittsburgh Press. -When a rope is a guy it supports something. When a man is a "guy" somebody else usually supports him.— Yonkers Statesman. —A wealth of sunny, golden hair not infrequently changes to an Tinmistak- able red color in a few months after marriage.—Richmond Recorder. —Stage Nervousness.—A songstress vowed she would never sing again, because at the last concert she suffered from hissed aria.—Brooklyn Eagle. —"I've made some pretty toiigh springs," said the car-spring manufacturer, "but nothing to compare to the spring of 1891."—Washington Post. —A man will receive more sympathy from the neighbors for his wife's one little fault than she will receive for her husband's ten big ones. — Atchison Globe. —A Politic Borrower.—Tom—"Harry thinks yoxi are the best fellow in the world." Jack (flattered)—"Ah, urn." Tom—"How much money does he owe you?"—Yankee Blade. —Popinjay—"There goes a man who was brought up with a silver spoon in his mo\ith." Posonby—"I know a man who was brought up with a dozen silver spoons in his pocket."—Jewelers' Circular. —A Doubtful Compliment.—"Are those natural or artificial flowers you have in your hair?" "Artificial." "What a perfect deception—and how excellently they suit your hair!"—Flie- gende Blatter. —Ninety-nine men out of every hundred believe in their hearts that a day of judgment will come, and ninety- eight of them secretly believe that somehow they will be overlooked in jam.—Milwaukee Sentinel. —A Flattering Assessment.—"What was the result of Cholly's libel suit against the Bazoo?" "He was entirely successful. WAR REMINISCENCES. GOING DOWN THE HILL. THE IIEKO'S BETU)IN. tTherc :ivo ttmm when gloom and sadneiB Vanish all Ilic jovs of llfu; Th':r« nn 1 t,lin(!H when lovo and gladness Gli'.'or us In tills world of strife. Tln;ro iirt.' times wlicn elomlH iihove us 'I liroiv tlieir shadows on inir wny; There are limes when those who love ut Help to rlriv.) our cures iiwny. Hut tliu clouds liuvo sllvor lining Tliiit vvltli pntlunue arc rfvenled, And our sorrows uri'l rnplnlfigs Are with lovo and kindness hesilcd, Time's remorseless Inind bus tniijjht us That, disguise it a« we will, Wo, as wo.I us th';y \vho fought us, Now, urc golnjr down the hill. Arms thsit onco could Mvinu the sabor With a nerve of truest sl.rjcl, Now sonri weary wlillo at labor From infirmities ihey f'Jcl. Graceful forms of mnrily beivuty Glowed with licn!t:i mid holiest pride, Nevi-r faltfiiini,' when du y' Ij'.'d Ihu way wliero heroes died. Over moiuitaln, IliroiiRli the valley, On with buoyant heart* they fro, Sound the charge, idvunce or rally, Ail were welcome near the foe. Time has wrought o. triirisfofmution, Changed them us by artist's skill. They who save this lund and nation, Now, are going down the hill. Shiloh's field will bloom with rosos; In thn wilderness will grow Daisies where the dead reposes. Daisies white as driven snow. Unknown, peacefully they slumber, Unknown here, but known to God; Ho can tell their mimes and number Kestlnir neaththe quiet sod. Blessod thought I and fitly blended With smother bright and fair, 'Tis, that when, Ufa's journey's ended They a crown of life tha'l wear. Anpel voices, swell the chorus, "Peace on earth to men, good will" Soon we'll join those gone before us—Just before us, down the hill. With tho current some are drifting Down tho strenm of life in peace, Others, heavy burdens lifting', Wonder when their cares will cease. Some are cheered by those that love them, Happy homos and bounteous store, Others mourn for those above them Waiting, on the other shore. Father, in 1hy keeping, lake them; Guard them on life's journey through; Do not leave them or forsake them, Many l.e their days, or few. Honor, fame, and martini glory, Never more their soi Is shall thrill, T me confirms the sad. sad story They are going, down the hill. —C. C. Kassler, in National Tribune. recalled the comrade of his young man* hood, and Gen. Cullum was made hit chief-of-staff. No man was ever mom worthy of the confidence thus reposed than was Ctillum. He stood by his old friend manfully smd unselfishly. The friendship of former years was renewed, and whatever recollection re* mained of the cause of their estrangement in the long 1 ago was never encouraged to appear above the still water far beneath the surface. Through and to the end of the war they went together. Halleck, returning to the pleasant paths of peace and the enjoyments of home life, brought Cullum with him, and their friendship, in the presence of Mrs. Halleek, and under her guiding influence, was increased. Atliistthe summons came for Gen. Ilallcck to penetrate the hitherto un- lifted veil of the undiscovered country. He died, in the fullness of years and honors, his every want lovingly administered to by the devoted wife whom he left a widow to mourn the loss and rejoice in the career of one of the historic figures of the great civil war. In due time, and after forty years of friendship, during a long period of which she had been the wife of Gen. Halleek, the widow again received Gen. Cullum as an old and valued friend, and finally concluded that one who had been loyal in his allegiance to the love of his youth for so long a time was worthy of the hand which he again sought. She gave her assent, and they lived happily together until the death of Mrs. Cullum a few years ago. Gen. Cullum still resides in this city.—N. Y. Press. WOUNDED~IN THE CANTEEN. A Supposed Mortal Wound That Proved GENS. HALLECK AND CULLUM. A. Romance In the Lives of Those Distinguished Army Officers. Somewhere about the year 1836 there He proved that the paper | wcre two cadets at West Point who, in ognized as the person in question trot- from the west ajod ' appeared with Col, ing, kicking, rearing, aa actively as ever. The same process was repeated several times, and after each bout Joe's head bent lower over his saddle-bow, and a look of weariness and pallor crept into his face very p&inful to see. But he never faltered, and at length the time came when the touch of the spur drove the colt round the corral instead of into the air, and we began to feel that an end would coma some time. Once Joe even stooped to stroke the foam-flecked neck of the pony caressingly; and as he did so the animal stood still, his ears pricked forward, his eyes free from vicious devilment. Soon after this, when the colt had been guided right round the corral without bucking once, Joe turned to look at us and spoke for the first time. His voice was so weak and faint that it made me start. "He'll do. Drop the bars." There was a rush and a scramble of cowboys to the gate, and a clear way was made. The last critical moment was now at hand. Joe guided the bronco gently toward the gate. At first the animal swerved from it perversely, but once through a new life seemed to rush into his limbs and he began to prance and chafe at the bit. Once again Joe drew himself together, a spasm of pain passed over his face as he straightened his back; then he loosed the bridle, and lightly flicked the bronco on the flank. The pony shook himself and bounded forward; he did not try to lower his head and buck. Another touch of the quirt and a word of encouragement. He reared, gave one last caper and then swept into a long stretching gallop. The cowboys gave a loud cheer; Joe waved his hand as he sped away, »nd in a few minutes horse and rider had disappeared behind a roll of prairie. Col. Jenson heaved a huge sigh of relief. "Off now for twenty miles, and the job well done. By thunder, that cuss is sandy to the backbone. What say to it, friend?" We spent a merry time for a couple of hours and then sallied out in a body to meet the hero on his return. We had not to go far. Joe had run the bronco until his pace was spent and was now retracing his steps at a walk. He said he was not hurt, but when questioned owned that every joint and muscle of his back and limbs seemed to have been twisted out of shape. As for the bronco, when Joe had ridden to the ranch, and had been lifte'd off and carried into bed, for he could not walk, I was ordered to mount—being the worst horseman 1 present—and ride to the stable. This I did with fearful inward qualms, and no London cab horse could have been quieter than our demon of the afternoon. I* must not be supposed, however, that with this the breaking was completed. The bronco was ridden daily for weeks by an experienced rough aider, and more thai, once the old spirit of devilment flashed out and endangered his rider's life. But Joe Starling •earned his fifty dollars well Before six mouths that bronoo waa the beat pony in Jack Jqnson's stable. had utterly ruiued his reputation, and was awarded suitable damages." "How much?" "Ten cents, I think the amount was."—Chicago Standard-Herald. —One Mystery Explained.—Chairman (of committee from the Racquet club)— "You'll have to take back that clock you sold us. In spite of all your regulating it is always fast." Jeweler— "Dog Tray over again, eh? I'll have to Bell that clock to a Sunday-school."— Jeweler's Weekly. A REVENGEFUL MAN. He Was on the Lookout for People TVho Wanted to Kob Him. When a conductor on a Chicago suburban train approached a heavy-set, redheaded fellow, the fellow said: "Look here, you have already punched my ticket twice." "Well, but why do you give it to me twice?" "Because," the fellow replied, "you uame along and held out your hand, arid [' was tempted to see how often you would punch away my salary, for it takes about all I make to buy a monthly ticket. Hold on," he added, when the conductor began to move off. "I have discovered that you are a robber,. 9,nd I am going to call you to account. I am going to whip you, sir." . "I reckon not," said the conductor. "But I reckon I am. I have noticed for several years a growing disposition on all sides to rob me, and I have made up my mind to whip every man who I feel sure is a robber. I know that you have robbed me, and I am going to~ whip you. Wait a minute. Lest you think there may be some doubt as to my ability to perform my duty .in this matter, let me say that I have three medals presented me by different boxing associations. What time will you be at leisure? 1 ' "I don't know," said the conductor. "Well, no matter, for I have a day off, and can ride with you until the desired opportunity presents itself." The conductor, who was evidently disturbed, went into a forward car. When he returned a few minutes later he discovered that the revengeful fellow was goae. "What became of that red-headed man ?" he asked. "He got off at the last station," •» passenger replied. "By the way, why didn't you make him pay his fare ?" . "Because he said that I had already punched his ticket twice." "Yes, he said so, but the truth is, you did not punch it at all. He had no ticket. He lives at Madison Park, and is known as the biggest dead-beat in the community."—Arkansaw Traveler. stable, roof and tea revolvers flashed out of their sheaths and ten fingers pressed on the triggers, waiting woufiL j!f . QSPB Poor Attendance. Grieveley—Are you the proprietor of this restaurant? Proprietor—Yes, sir. What ofe I do for you? Grieveley (who has been waiting half an hour to give his or4w)—Not my eh. wanted to know if waiter ftt thj§ $$])}£ lialalcaua's Ancestry. The death of King Kalakaua in a foreign land, twenty-one hundred miles from his kingdom, recalls tha death ol his predecessor, Kamehameha II., in London, nearly sixty-six years ago. Kamehameha IL succeeded his father, Kamehameha I. the Great, in 1819, when the old native religion was beginning to give way before the whites American missionaries arrived in 1830, j and soon thereafter the kiug abolished the tabu and idolatry. On November 37,3823, the king, who had long desired to travel, sailed for London on a British man-of-war, accompanied by his queen, Kameharaalu, and a suite. They wert received by George IV. and attracted much attention in London. Early i» July, 1834, they were attacked by a malignant form of measles, and on the 14th the king di*d> the queen died Shortly afterward. The man-of-jwai £londe was detailed to carry the remains of tfee king and queen to then kingdom, aidoji May 8,1825, it arrive*? at Honolulu^ »h*r*> the dead a way which was to again emphasize the axiom that truth is stranger than fiction, were even in their young manhood making history. It was not to be a cold, prosaic, date-upon-date record of events, but a strikingly interesting romance, with incidents of love, disappointment, marriage, death, and heart- burnings running through it, ending at last in a beautiful sequel to three honorable and useful characters. The persons who figured conspicuously in this romance were Gen. Henry Wager Halleek, Gen.George W. Cullurn, and a Miss Hamilton. Of Halleck's boyhood it is known that it began with a struggle, followed by a manful contest for the achievement of a great career. General Cullum's early life was not unlike that of his brother officer, and the military achievements of his later years were scarcely less brilliant than those of the honored Halleek. Miss Hamil- r,on was a descendant of Alexander Hamilton, the great federalist, and added to the beauty and harmony of a pure domestic life the testimonial of intellectual and generotxs charity by donating a large sum of money toward the founding of the cancer hospital in this city. While Halleek and Cullum were busy with their studies and warm in their friendships for each other at West Point, they discovered one day that they were both devotedly in love with the same young woman. She was the Miss Hamilton just referred to. Even the strongest friendship of mp.n has rarely been able to withstand the strain of love for & beautiful woman. There are instances in plenty of martyrdom for love in fiction; but in plain fact, with authentic record to sustain it, such occurrences are as rare as original masterpieces of art in dime museums. Halleek and Cullum, if they did not actually quarrel—and there is no record obtainable that they ever proposed, to settle their love affair by resort to the node—gradually became estranged. Both were equally loyal and devoted to Miss Hamilton, and upon her devolved, whether by mutual consent or otherwise is not material, the duty of making a choice between her gallant admirers, or dismissing them both. She chose Halleek, and the two young men, having previously graduated with 'honors, drifted apart. Halleck's life, from the time of his promotion to a captaincy and his association as secretary of the then new state Of California under Mason and Riley, is generally familiar. Of his domestic life little is known beyond that it must have been happy. Had it been otherwise the story would have cropped up long ago. There never yet was closet tight enough to conceal a domestic skeleton in the homes of prominent people. As the years multiplied neither Gen. Halleck's home life nor the activity of the life which he had as a lawyer, Boldier and author so occupied his mind that he forgot his former comradQ at West Point Indeed, he seems to have kept him well in mind, and his confidence appears to have increased in the integrity During the war an officer had to send a messenger across' an opening where the bullets were flying dangerously. He selected a very brave man and cautioned him as to his peril, telling him to ride for his life on reaching the open field. The officer watched him through his field glass, saw him fling himself behind the flank of his horse for safety, and finally saw him drop from the steed as if mortally wounded. A second man was sent safely on the same errand, while the wounded soldier was cared for. He had merely fainted. On coming to he found the surgeon at work over him, and anxiously inquired as to the precise nature of the wound. He was told by the surgeon that he had been squarely hit, and that the injured part could never be made whole again. "But rest easy," said the doctor, "for the shot only took effect—in the canteen!" The man had not been injured in the least, but had been deceived by the flowing of the contents of his cherished canteen, which under the circumstances he naturally mistook for his heart's blood. The soldier is living yet to laugh over his ludicrous mishap.— Scientific American. Good Luck for an lowan Soldier. When the federal troops made one of their raids into the state of Mississippi, in pursuit of Chalmer's forces, one of the privates of the Seventh Iowa In- f anti v, while excavating the ruins of an old hc>,ise, for the purpose of fixing a bed foi \lie night, suddenly struck upon a bottlt. which on being brought to light and examined, was found to exhibit the refreshing spectacle of seventy dollars in silver coin. Amazed at his undreamed of good luck, he determined to follow the "lead," which soon changed from silver into gold—for, upon further digging, he turned up the glorious sum of seven hundred and eighty dollars in massive gold. A large and pi-ecious haiil indeed for a "hard up" soldier in the enemy's land It had probably been deposited there for safa keeping by some of the "natives," whd ludicrously expected it could thus escape a "Yankee's" sceat.—Anecdotes of the Rebellion. SCRAPS FOR SOLDIERS. and manliness of his fellow-cadet as time went on and hair grew sparse and tell-tale wrinkles came to mark the flight of years. At all events, there came a time when these two comrades were to be brought again together and to renew the old friendship which even the estrangement caused by a youthful rivalry in love could not break. With the progress of the rebellion— very early in it, in fact—Gen. Halleek was promoted, step by step, both because of meritorious services and the in tea cession of Winfield Scott, then standing on the brink of the grave, but still the cpinHjan4er'in-«hief of th$ Won forces, until he reached the grs4e ~ SINCE 1872 the Grand Army of the Republic has grown from 38,174 members to 458,280 members, as reported in quarterly reports for the quarter ended June 30, 1890. GEN. JOSEPH E. JOHNSTON has been called a great soldier. It may be doubted if, after Lee, the south ever produced a greater captain than he. He displayed masterly skill in his campaign against Sherman, having a small army to resist the march of the great northern army. In a long private conversation of Gen. Grant in 1865 with this writer the only southern soldier he> praised was Gen. Joe Johnston. His words were: "Davis removed Johnston from command when conducting tha campaign like a soldier." CHAUNCEY DEPEW once heard Gen. Sherman narrate a very striking battle incident. He had rallied his troops and led them to a charge which was everywhere successful. As he rode int<> the enemy's camp, he saw a soldier lying on a barrow and an officer standing 1 over him with an uplifted knife. He. shouted to the officer not to strike, and spurred up to the group to discover that the men were both dead; the only BO!UT tion being that the officer, who was a surgeon, was in the act of performing an- operation for the extraction of ft bullet upon the soldier when the concussion of a cannon-ball passing near them had killed them both, and they had stiffened in the attitude they occupied at the moment when theh* lives went out. MBS. ELIZABETH B. CUSTEB tells the following interesting anecdote of Gen. Sherman: Last winter I saw a very marked example of the simplicity aad appreciation of Gen. Sherman's character. I 'chanced to be on a Sixth. aye» nue surface car with him, and as we talked on various topics he said: "I'nj in debt to this line," and in reply to wy question how it happened to a man who had such a horror of indebtedness as he, he said: "NM long ago I came in a cap and paid my fare. In a few momenta the conductor came to me andhande4 back my five cents. 'What's ws young man?' | asked, and then he 'GeneraJ, J $08'* know, wh.e» you platform in. The ] It I

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