The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa on May 20, 1891 · Page 3
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Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, May 20, 1891
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A At-GONA. IOWA. AN INDIAN LEGEND. "The Beautiful Maiden and Two Brave Lovers. Her [Written for This Paper.] . N the m o tt n tains of the prairie; jBy tho great ptpft. stone quarry." L o n g f e How could not have e x p r essed the truth in fewer words than he did in hia poom, Hiawatha, in describing this great plateau or c o 1 e au in the southern part of Minnesota. This rock ridge ex•tends from a northeasterly to a south-westerly direction and forms a great •watershed, the Big Sioux river drain- Ing 1 it from the west and small tributaries of the Mississippi from the east. The sacred pipestone found only at 'this point made it the mecca of all the Indian tribes once inhabiting that vast •region of the west and northwest terri- •tory. During the warm months of June, .July and August of each year scenes of ;great festivities were held on and :around this sacred spot by the various tribes which assembled there to obtain supplies of this wonderful and precious stone; at which times all nations from the crafty and treacherous Blackfeet, who then inhabited the vast •plains of Kansas and Nebraska, to the •jnore phlegmatic Sioux, Dakotas and Flandreaus, whose home was in Minnesota and Dakota, were gathered hero •on terms of friendship. On these occasions all feuds and ani- .inosities were laid- aside, and with the "calumet," or "pipe of peace," fashioned from the stone to be found only :»t that point, they pledged a temporary peace to be broken only when they Again separated and returned to their •distant hunting grounds. . On the present occasion an unusual -number of Indians had congregated on •this spot and the plain surrounding the quarries and below the high ledge -of rocks over which a beautiful little waterfall plunged, the water of which was collected in several small lakes a .short distance below. From this ledge "the scene presented below was picturesque and beautif uL Stretching up and •down the gently sloping valley, around •the beautiful little lakes, w.ere orderly arranged villages; each tribe occupying a separate location, but all being so arranged in a circle as to leave an Unobstructed tract of ground in the center, on which festivities, games and sports of all kinds were held, as well as the graver councils of the great chiefs. Among the many tribes gathered on •|his occasion was a branch of the pakotahs, under the chieftainship of Bison Head, an Indian" noted through- Jut that territory as a man of great bravery and who had received his Appellation from the fact that he constantly wore the skin of a buffalo with the horns intact, as a trophy of a band to hand encounter he once had with the owner, a huge bull, and in which he came out victorious. But the fame of Bison Head was second only to that of his daughter, Wahoe, whose beauty and accomplishments had set the hearts of many young braves of his own people, as well as those of surrounding tribes, in «, flutter. Up to the present time, however, no dusky warrior had succeeded in winning more than a smile from the maiden. As the fame of this maiden had reached even the Blackfeet, Comanche end Cheyenne territories, a large num- jber of the gallant young braves were ' at once numbered among her constant and impetuous admirers, as well as were those of the Sioux, Flandreau end other less distant tribes. As the days went by and the younger portion of the inhabitants of that little temporary village spent their time in •sports,while the older heads sat around (he camp-fires and told of deeds of valor that his daughter Was capa« We of choosing for herself and Would tell him of her decision When it was made. But as tho open hostility of the two chiefs became More evident each day, and knowing lull well what dire results would follow any conflict between the two, ho at last addressed Wahoe: "Does the daughter of the great Bison Head desire to make trouble between the two young chiefs, by giving neither an answer to bis suit?" "No, groat chief, my father; but Wahoe does not know to which she will give her heart. Both chiefs are brave, and Wahoe docs not wish to wound the heart of one by leaving the lodge of my father and going to that of the other. Will my father tell Wahoe how to decide?" "My daughter must do that for herself. Bison Head will not command his daughter. Both Fleetfoot and Big Wolf are brave young chiefs and worthy to enter the lodge of Bison Head and bear away his child to thoir own people. Tho Blackfeet are no more our friends than are the Sioux, and both are powerful nations. If my daughter wants to depart to the distant lodge of Fleetfoot, 'tis well; but if she would prefer to remain nearer to her own people and enter tho lodge of the Sioux chief, Bison Head would bo pleased. Your father has now spoken; his daughter must decide." After her father's departure Wahoo sat for a long time without any visible signs of life, except an occasional sigh which escaped her. Finally an idea seemed to have gained possession of her, for she suddenly arose, passed quickly from her lodge to that of her father. On entering the tent of Bison Head she immediately said: "My father, I have decided. Do you see the high rock which stands near where the water falls over the ledge and which looks so much like the face of a great chief?" "Yes, my daughter; but what docs my child expect to do: throw herself from its top into the water below, and in that way end the strife between the two young chiefs?" "No, my father; Wahoe loves life too well to hurry herself to the land of the Great Spirit by doing anything so rash. But Fleetfoot and Big Wolf are both brave and daring and have told me they would do anything to show how much they love me, and as your daughter's heart cannot decide which chief she will go with, I have come to tell my father that I will test tho love of tooth. You can tell them that Wahoe will go to the lodge of the brave who will leap from the big rocks to that lone rock and return my moccasin, which I will have my brother place there. Does my father like the plan of his daughter?" '"Tis well," replied the chief; "I will tell Floetfoot and Big Wolf how my daughter has decided." It took but a few hours for the news of «the test given by Wahoe to be carried throughout the numerous tribes on the plain, after Bison Head had called the two chiefs before him and given them, his daughter's ultimatum. Both gallant ,braves at once acquiesced in the plan of the maiden, although they knew it might mean death or terrible injuries to them to attempt the feat, should they fail to accomplish it, as the leap had never yet been made by man. The rock in question was a tall piece of granite standing like a lone sentinel about fifteen feet from the main ledge, overlooking the falls, and was about thirty or forty in height, having evidently been detached from the main ledge by some volcanic convulsion of past ages. As the space on top of this bowlder was only about a foot square, it will be readily seen that a man must be sure-footed if he landed on its top and retained hia footing. This fact, small Rpace on top ot tho rock, ott Which lay the object of his leap, thft beautifully embroidered moccasin of Mahoe, with his keen eye. Then, with one glanoa into the depths below, as if to see where ho Would strike, should he fail to secure a foothold, ho gradually stepped backward a few feet in order to give hia body a little impetus bef ort attempting the leap. Not a sound could he heard from that vast multitude gathered on tho rocks above or the plain below; tho occasion seemed too solemn; all present knowing full well the result of the young chief's leap should he not calculate correctly the distance and jump either too far ot fail to jump far enough. The suspense was of but a moment's duration, however, as the body of tht HB WALKED TO THE WDQE OB 1 THE PBKOI* PICE. young chief was seen to shoot out into space, after a short run, as he made the leap. He had guaged the distance correctly and landed fairly and squarely on the smalLspace on the rock. A mighty shout went up from those assembled, which was immediately followed by a cry of horror, as the form of the young chief was seen to sway backward and forward and suddenly plunge headlong in among the sharp and jagged rocks forty feet below, where he lay a mass of broken bones and quivering flesh. Before assistance could reach the unfortunate chief, a cry went up from those on the rocks above, caused by tne form of Big Wolf, which shot down to the brink of the precipice and out toward the fatal rock. He had failed to guage the distance as accurately as his rival; and this fact, together with tne fearful and as yet unknown results of Fleetfoot's leap, caused him to just strike the edge of the rock, but not sufficient to gain a foothold. His body swayed backward. He endeavored to grasp the edges of the pi ejecting rock with his hands, but his efforts were in vain and with an agonizing, cry he fell through the air and struck on the rocks below only a few feet from where his rival lay quivering in the agonies of death. The cry tlfat now went up was heartrending and a rush was made by those on the plain below, who were near where the two chiefs had fallen, to assist them if possible. But the awful tragedy was not yet endedl When Fleetfoot had made his fearful jump and his body was seen to plunge into the depths below, Wahoe had uttered an agonizing cry and hid her face in her hands, as if to shut out the sight of anything so fearful. She only uncovered her face when the second awful shout went up at Big Wolf's unsuccessful attempt, only in time to see him vainly endeavoring to gain a foothold, and then with his despairing cry disappear from sight. In an instant her shrieks could be heard by everybody, and before those near her divined what her intentions more than the distance, made'the jump .were, she had rushed to the edge of the 44 yOUJJ i-ATHEB HAS BPOBBN} HIS DAWB* TEB MUST DECIDE." gone by them in days gone by, it became evident that there would be trouble among some of (he more ardent ftdmirerg of the fail Wahoe, who as yet received ail the attention lavished vpon her by the different youths, but fiad shown no preference, unless it was for the society and attentions of jFleetfoot, a young chief of the Black- rfeet tribe, and Big Wolf, chief of the pious. As was to bfe expected, a fierce (rivalry soon sprang up between these two impetuous young chiefs, which, only for the interference, of more sober beads, would have |A$d to open hostilities bet weep ^hem> OS J&any occasions. It is not to be supp^ th#t Bison &W] so dangerous. It was decided by Bison H ead that the contest should take place at the going down of the sun on the following day. As the attentions of the two young chiefs to Wahoe were well known to all the Indians assembled, the announcement of the dangerous contest between the two was the one exciting theme talked of that night and the next day in the tents of the red men. On the following day as the sun began to sink towards the home of Fleet- foot, the Blackfeet chief, the plain below the falls and the space on the rocks above were lined with the various Indians, all excited and interested in the result of the contest As the hour for the trial drew near the excitement increased; but when the two chiefs came up from their tents followed by Bison Head and Wahoe, a silence, as of death, pervaded that vast multitude. When they arrived at the scene of the contest Bison Head thus addressed the two young chiefs: "Fleetfoot, chief of the daring and swift-footed Blackfeet, and Big Wolf, chief of the great and powerful Sioux, you both desire that the daughter of Bison Head should leave the lodge of her father and enter yours to cook your food and carfl for you when you return from the chase. The daughter of Bison Head ia greatly honored that she should win the love of two such brave and powerful chiefs; but she is voung, and does not know her heart. Knowing of your bravery a.nd great abilities she decided to give you this test He who shall succeed shall take Wahoe to his lodge. Bison Head has spoken; let each chief prepare to make the trial." An arrow was shot into the air by one of the other young chiefs assembled, it being agreed that should it fall point downward Fleetfoot should be the first to attempt the feat; if other- Wise Big Wolf should be the first, Thf arrow fell at a short distance and struck tne ground, penetrating it several inches where it stood, quivering in the earth, with the feather pointing upward, No sooner was its position announced when Fleetfoot ?renaj«4 lo l*% precipice, and after gazing for an instant into the depths below, she plunged headlong from the rocks. Those near riished to where she had stood but a moment before, only in time to see her body strike on the cruel rocks below, directly between the bodies of the two chiefs. The uproar among those wild savages was something terrible and appalling, j Bison Head would have leaped after his j daughter had he not been restrained by some of his band. It was but a few moments before a surging mass was surrounding the fatal spot whore lay the t wo chiefs and the maiden. Wahoe and Big Wo If were both dead, the latter having struck on the back of his head, crushing the skull, while the former fell with such force on the sharp rocks that the life was literal ly crushed out of her body. Fleetfoot was still found breathing, but his body was such a shapeless mass of bruised flesh and broken bones that he died before they could remove him to his own lodge. The sorrow in the camp was great That night and the next day lamentations constantly arose from the tents of the friends and families of the victims, and the following night the bodies were prepared for burial with the attending Indian ceremonies. A grave was dug large enough to hold the three, and there on the open prairie, in close proximity to the sacred pipe- stone quarry, they laid the maiden and her lovers side by side, the bodies of the young chiefs placed on either side of thatrof the maiden. By the united efforts of those assembled three huge bowlders were conveyed from the ledge near the grave and placed ovei and around the, spot to mark the final resting place of the gallant braves and the beautiful maiden. To the rock upon which the fatal leaps were made was given the name of "Lover's Leap," a name which it still retains, although A thrivinjr young city has now grown up only a short distance from the spot, while a great railroad system carries hundreds of people daily along the brink of the precipice from which those thfee wade their fatal 'eap. The three bpwlders that marked their graves have ftorr^tt/ ' 3eeo termed the "Maiden a,n4 §er Lowers" b^ the many P-oe visite.4 IN? "«• injgj surround,- AT THE WHITE HOUSE. Everything in Amnrlcan—Mf«, Cleveland'* firlclal TrouMoan — The tn&agat&tlon Gowns of Mrs. ttftrrlnan aiifl Mrs. MolCce* The American Economist says: The White House is throughout a Curious mixture of ancient gloom and modern gilt, and the cheek by jowl disposition of Andrew Jackson tables and Lucy Hayes carpets, of Lincoln wall paper and Harrison rugs forms a very interesting if not altogether harmonious Combination. Under Mrs. Harrison's direction the newly furnished blue room is the most restful and artistic spot in the big building. It may be of interest to know that the entire furnishings of this room, with two exceptions, are of American manufacture. The soft, dull blue silk covering of the wall was made in Trenton, N. J., and the rich, elegant fabric, which was woven to order in Continental design, is said to hava equaled, at a lower figure, any of the imported samples of similar fabric. The new Wilton caipet, which is of the same soft hue and of velvet smoothness and finish, came from the Lowell looms. In securing this carpet something like an accident occvirred. When completely laid it was found that in using two separate wcavings a distinct difference of shading was discernible. The company, on discovering the bad effect, removed the entire carpet and replaced it with one that is perfect in color, quality and shading. The plushes used in re-covering tho old gilt furniture were imported, simply because they are not made at home, and the lace curtains must, of course, be obtained abroad. [Thanks to the McKinley bill, both of these industries will soon be established in this country. —ED.] Mrs. Harrison, when informed that a new lace-making concern was under way in New York, said if that were true she would delay a little in the purchase of other curtains that she might give the new American firm a first order. The east room has also been furnished up to the extent of splendid new window draperies of a dull gold and white brocade that would "stand alone." Protection may be a very bad thing, but when Mrs. Harrison found that the foreign sample of a slightly inferior quality cost $4 more a yard than the Jersey goods, she naturally gave home industry the preference. She says after careful study of house furnishing goods she is satisfied that our own goods are the better and cheaper, and that our silks especially cannot be surpassed by foreign manufacturers. Another important improvement, made under direction of the president's wife, is the new tiled floor of the old south porch. In place of the chipped and time-worn sandstone of that famous circular platform, is a new-laid floor of Indiana-made tiles in dull reds, blues and whites. One now steps out from the blue room directly upon the national emblem, and the great shield of E. Pluribus Unum, with its thirteen original stars, keeps unceasing watch of the overhanging roof and the big white supporting pillars. Encircling the shield, is a narrow belt of blue, in which forty-two stars form a cordon around the national emblem, but Wyoming and Idaho have no place in this guard of honor, as they are not yet officially recognized upon the flag. It is said that young Mrs. Cleveland has of late been shedding the luster ol her untiring smile upon American arts, industries and institutions in general. Unfortunately for any political bearing this might have, the patronage is somewhat tardy and recalls the fact that every scrap of Miss Folsom's trousseau came from abroad, and that the only American workmgwomen who had a hand in the bridal outfit was the maid hastily summoned the morning of the wedding to refit the Paris-made wedding dress. As usually happens that important garment did not reach the White House until the eleventh hour and the initial trial was not made until the morning of the great day. To her astonishment and horror Miss Folsora discovered that the foreign gown did not fit An intimate lady friend was hastily summoned, and she, together Mrs. Folsom and a maid, proceeded to rip and snip, and to let out and take in the imported creation until the lovely bride-elect was reconciled to wearing the garment made by the greatest dressmaker on earth. In contrast to Mrs. Cleveland's unofficial preferences, it is scarcely necessary to refer to the famous inaugural gowns of Mrs. Harrison and Mrs. Me- Kee, both of which, the burr-oak pattern worn by Mrs. Harrison, and the golden rod of Mrs. McKee, were designed by an Indiana woman, and the rich, soft fabrics were woven in the Auburn looms. Neither Mrs. Harrison nor Mrs. McKee have ever had a Paris gown, and the entire wardrobes of both ladies are distinctively of American make and of home fitting. The increasing importance of woman could not be better illustrated than the fact of looking up the patriotic records of such as might possibly be elected to preside alongside the future president WAR REMINISCENCES. MY EMPTY CANTEEN. A CAMP li-IRK BKMCn OF "SIXTY-ONE." And von know Sum?—my mass-mute Sam! YourliuiKl!—K iew Kam? Sit down—sit down. It do<!H mo good lo hoar of him. This sobers me and fmikc? me feel As though 'tivoro only yesterday Wo camped together—Sum iiml I. There's something stnmge and and, tny fHond, About the way old scenes come back Upon my momory to-ntjrtit, I'd HUo to loll about n,drink 'I'hut SteadmarTs boys gave us one nights- How wearied with tlie heat and dust Of toilsome march, ne n ght drew on, And drum and i!fi> the halt proclaimed, Closed up our straggling ranks, :ind waked Keen thoughts of camp and food and rest, My empty canteen mocked my thirst, And comrades spoke through psirched lips. Below us, f.irthe rlvor gleamed;No hint of brook, or pool, or spring Assuaged the fever In our veins, We climbed nt length the wooded cr: st; Piled right and lett, in ordered linen, And stacked our arms; then sllnnt stood. "Break ranks!" fell not upon our i-ars; But, througJj the dusk and silent gloom, Across our front then fixoo lo fnce Close passed a host of unarm- d men — TTnslung Iheir canteens—bada us "drlnkl" "r.s tli us that you, to-dny, revive My tainting heart. Across the years— Tlio scorched and dusty years of strife— My weary march draws near its close. Night's BhiKlows hide my camping ground. A lilrst and famished, in the giOom Ihnlt: when to my lips you press This cup, with cool, sweet water fllled. —Iowa State Register. MAJ. BELL'S DUEL. The Home Market. Why they talk about getting into the markets of the world. What do you get when you get there compared with, what you get here? We have 5 per cent, of the population of the world. Now what percentage of the world's products do we consume? We consume <JO per cent, of all the sugar that is produced i» the world; we consume 30 per cent- of all the coffee that is produced in the world; we consume 83 percent. of all the iron which is produced in the world. We consume 88 per cent, of all the steel that is produced in the world; we consume 80 per cent, of all the copper which is produced in the world; we consume 33 per cent, of all the lead which is produced in the world; we consume 35 per cent, of all the cotton which ^ produced in the world; we con* 83 per cent- of all the wool which pro.duced in the world; we consume per, Cent, of all the india rubber that is produced in the world; we consume cent of all the coal which is pro- in the world; we consume 50 per of all the tin produced in the we propose from tins A Meeting on the Field of Honor That Did Not Trove Disastrous. An emblematical button of the Loyal Legion adorned the lapel of a cheviot coat worn by Maj. Oscar Bell at the Albany. "A story, eh?" laughed the ex-army officer, as he detached his eyeglasses from the bridge of his nose and looked in a good natured way at the expectant Kepublican reporter seated beside him. "Well, lemme see. The smoke of Shiloh is a chestnut now, and the battle of the Wilderness probably has been smothered from further interest by a profuse growth of weeds. By jove! I can give you a little incident that has never been in type. It happened in 1803, when our regiment was in camp at a little Missouri town called Lexington. I wore a captain's straps at that time and did the shouting for Company B. "The captain of Company D was named Henry Poor. Unknown to me he detested me, and all because I once made a pun on his name while at West Point. Being a young man of stringent means he was mortally offended, but later seemed to have overlooked an unintentional sally of wit that I got off at his expense among a group of fellow- cadets. "Well, when we got our commissions the loaded dice of faith threw us both in the same regiment, and when the war broke out we went to the front under the same colonel. As I said before, our regiment camped at Lexington, Mo,, near Kansas City, or Westport, as it was known in those days. Among the events that transpired during the AVO weeks of our sojourn was a grand ball, given at the residence of a loyal northern woman, for Lexington, although a Missouri town, had great respect for the confederate colors, and a great many of its citizens heartily sympathized with the southern cause. At the ball, several of the officers of our regiment were invited—Poor and myself included. "During the'evening I placed my name on the programme of one of Lexington's belles, but when I called for the dance I was horrified at the discovery that my name had been deliberately erased and that of Poor substituted. When Poor and the young lady started off amid the seductive strains of the orchestra my blood, which had in the meantime been increased to 140 degrees Fahrenheit by a liberal indulgence in champaigne, fairly boiled with indignation. Later in the- evening I caught Capt. Poor in the gentleman's dressing- room alone. I slapped him • roughly in face and told him just what I thought of him. He did not resent it there, but the next day I received a challenge from him to fight a duel. "I had never fought a duel and I hesitated some time, but rather than be accused of cowardice I consented. The matter was placed in the hands of friends, and one bright moonlight night five dark figures sneaked out of the camp and into a neighboring wood. The fifth figure was that of a doctor of Lexington, who had been let into the secret and consented to act in consideration of a big fee for his services. To every appearance the duel was to be a tragic one, although I thought at one time I detected a slight smirk in the features of the seconds, who were mutual friends of the determined principals. "Measure off ten paces," commanded the doctor as he wiped a tiny stream of Missouri nicotine from his chin whis^ kers. The doctor was to act as master of ceremonies. The space was measured. "Bring on the weapons." was the next command. The seconds brought forth an old ominous-looking bundle carefully wrapped up in oilcloth. Capt Poor shuddered. I was equally nervous. Ugh! the weapons were evidently wicked sabers, and it would be a duel from which neither principal would emerge alive. We took our places ten paces apart and stood glaring at each other, patiently waiting for the supposed swords to be placed in our hands ready to pierce each other's hearts. "Gentlemen, here are the weapons" exclaimed the doctor, as two large baseball bats rolled out of the oilcloth. He advanced and placed one in the hands of each principal "Mind, gentlemen, you are not to violate the rule to keep ten paces apart Are you rea4y?" "Capt Poor and I gazed at each other. The seconds were doubled up on the ground in convulsions of laughter Even the doctor smiled, and to cap the climax, a silvery laugh from a woman's lips broke the stillness of the air aj the fair cause of the duel strode onto ths Shake hands,' said she. 'There to be another party next TtJesdfty etett* tog, and I will divide My programme of „ Waltzes With .you both if you do.' "I looked at Poor and we m&t halt' Way mul shook hands, The ludicrottt' contemplation of a duel with, baseball bats at a distance of tea pr.cea WaS tttt much for us. We laughed heartily afte* casting a reproachful glance at the mte* chievous seconds who put the job up ott tis." At this juncture there was a rustle of satin near the hotel elevator, and the major arose in response to asignalfroitt a well-preserved lady. As he left reporter he said, with a sly wink of left eye, "I got that young lady for lif« though, and Poor is np in the Sioux country now and still a bachelor.'* With these parting words he disappeared into the dining-room with the wif* of his romance.—Denver Kepublican. THE SLAYER OF MORGAN. Robert Fry's Story of the Killing of th* Famous Guerrilla Chief. On the banks of the Licking river just south of the outskirts of Newport, Ky., in a little red shanty-boat, live Robert Fry and his wife, writes a Cincinnati correspondent. For more than two years they have dwelt in their river- home in the most squalid poverty. Their only companion is a little black pup with four white feet. They manage to subsist upon table scraps gath- • ered during the day by Mrs. Fry. The latter is a horrible-looking creature, with short, shaggy black hair, which hangs in masses around her neck and shoulders. Little black eyes, set fat back in her head, and a sharp, protruding chin and toothless mouth, give her the appearance of one of the witches in Shakspeare's "Macbeth." Nine months out of the year she runs barefooted, and she is never without a pipe in her mouth. In personal appeaiv ance the man is much more attractive than his wife. His hair is white as snow, and stands in a disheveled mass all over his head, ears and neck. It i» kept back from his ears by a red bandanna handkerchief. Under his chin and around his neoJr is a heavy muffler of coarse white hair. And this man is none other than the slayer of Gen. John Morgan, the great confederate cavalryman. At Greenville, Tenn., on the 4th of September, 1864, he fired the shot that ended the career of the famous guerrilla—the man who, on his northern raid, terrorized the residents of southern Ohio and Indiana. The story of Morgan's death is best told in old man Fry's own. words: "I was worth almost $75,000 when the war broke out," he said. "Born and, raised in the north, my heart was with, the union, and I joined Capt. Feigle's company of sharpshooters. We were camped fifteen miles from Greenville, when one night shortly after 12 o'clock a young lady mounted on a thoroughbred dashed into camp, and revealed to UK the hiding place of Gen. John Morgan. She said that he was at the mansion of Mrs. Williams, where he was being en- tained in royal style. The young lady turned out to be Mrs. Williams' daughter-in-law. She was a staunch Union woman. She volunteered to lead us to the place, and lead us she did. A company of picked men was made up and it was still dark when we left for Greenville. Arriving in sight of the house where Morgan was stopping, the young lady pointed it out to us and then for safety's sake she started back to our camp, for she knew she never would be received at the Williams house again. "We surrounded the Williams mansion. Mor- 1 gan got word that we had discovered his whereabouts and endeavored ,to make his escape through a little garden, in the rear of the premises. "That's * woman," said the lieutenant, "don'tt shoot." "Curse the woman," said I, and I raised my rifle and banged away. The object fell dead, and when we got up close to it we found it to be Gen. Morgan. He was in his shirt sleeves. My bullet had passed through his heart. « One of the men picked up the body r tossed it across his saddle and carried it out to our camp. It was afterward turned over to the confederates."—Chicago Journal, WAIFS FOR OLD WARRIORS. SAMUEL E. JAMBS, of Kittaning, Pa., a veteran of the Two Hundred Sixth Pennsylvania Volunteers, is the> possessor of the key to the main door of old Libby prison at Richmond. ; AN old soldier, J. H. Douglas, who- had passed unharmed through the perils of the battlefields of the war, waft killed in his own shooting gallery in > Louisville, Ky., recently, by a colored woman. JOHN MULLIGAN, said to have the oldest member of the Grand Army^; being upwards of one hundred, died rstv>j cently at Mechanicville, Saratoga coun» ja ty, N, Y. He was a soldier of the QnifrX Hundred and Fifteenth New York. Begii»,|j ment - ,rfj A GOOD story is told on one of judges of the New Jersey courts, persistently questioned a prisoner, % vederan of the late war, whQ brought before him f or sentence, ^, ^ whether he had ever been in prison,, After a long time, fc^ honor evp^44 r~ affirmative answer. When pressed 1 ther as to the date and cause of hi carceration the old soldier replied, some warmth; '"Twas at ville prison, gfe, twenty ftre year*} \ while you werein U editorials how to end t&e war, 1 delpbia Press, Que of Indiana's br»v CoL Sol. Meredith, of Wayne county ,and m* dotes are told of 3 of the Nineteenth Indiana) ville skirmiBh.and noticing \ 4o4g»4 every time a sheU r thenj,aj(lia,rQ4e.j • •---"- M HOo bjB 1W^» sff^S WSM pound shell bursi wl b.?ad flltHftljf t#

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