The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa on July 1, 1891 · Page 7
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Algona, Iowa
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.«Uft COUNTRY'S BIRTHDAY, F an the birthdays in the land Were kept with celebration, We'd hate our Bit of holidays, When bells would ring and Ore- Works blaze Throughout this mighty nation. for many thousands every day, II each one should remember, Might join to hold a Jubilee, .And then what jollity thore'd bo From New Year's till December. But should these birthdays be forgot, Our country's still we'd honor; 'We're children of one mother dear, 'The country loyal hearts revere— May blessings rest upon her! For this each year we usher In With boll and cannon's voicing •The day that gave our country birth, Wo dedicate the hours to mirth And fill th«m with rejoicing. •The flag we love unfurls Its stars From ocean unto ocean, .And patriotic sons attest 'Thro' north and south, thro" east and west, A people's deep devotion. •Give three times three, oh, boys and girls, Give cheers that end in laughter; Be glad and gay—we'll make the day "So bright and glorious all shall say None better can come after. —Anna M. Pratt, In Golden Days. THE CALL OF DUTY. «Oousin Edwin's Experience at the Broomville Celebration. URRAH for the Fourth of July!" and up went Dannie's hat as a further expression o f enthusiasm. "Why don't you hurray, too, Cousin Edwin?" •'I never express myself in such a boisterous imanner," languidly r e plied the city lad; "it's not good form, you "know"—this latter phrase with the .most correct English drawl possible. "Aw, you dawn't," mimicked Stephen "Wood, slyly inserting a lighted fir'e- •cracker into the coat pocket of the -dude. "Mebbe it ain't good form, neither, to yell nnd jump"—as Edwin • did both from the explosion of the ••cracker. "Hey, there!" remonstrated Uncle 'Lije Pettitt, who stood in no little awe >of this city-bred son of his rich brother, "that's no way to treat a visitor, it ..ain't! I'm ashamed on ye!" Edwin colored. "Never mind me, uncle," ho replied, Iloftily. "They behave according to their lights. You know the old saying sabout a silk purse and a—a—pig's ear. .1 came down here prepared for country rrudeness." "Humph!" said Uncle Lije, nettled in "his turn, "you come prepared, did ye? What sort of weppins did you bring?" "A coat of mail, mebbe," drawled ;;Steve, who had resented the visitor's .•.superciliousness from the first. "Or a coat of superiority," supple- rjnented Dannie, a nephew of Uncle Lije's on his wife's side. Edwin flushed angrily, as he mut- •tered something about refinement and breeding. "It ain't meant for rudeness, Edwin," Uncle Lije, in a conciliatory way. "They be country lads full of good, '.healthy blood and high spirits, and they nat'rally don't take to skim milk or ..any artificial sort o' breedin'. You jest •fall into their ways while you're down here, and 111 warrant you'll go back to town with more rale grit into yer than !half a dozen lads of yer size and build." "Thank you," retorted Edwin, dryly, -dusting his patent-leather pumps with -.& fine cambric handkerchief. "I find it altogether too easy to acquire grit in the country. My sUk stockings bear \testimony to that fact already." ( "Humph!" was the only reply which .[good-natured Uncle Lije could find to t,his speech, as he turned away, re- sslplved not to interfere again between NO WAY TO TBEAT A VISITOB, FT AIN'T." jjuch a Miss Nancy and the raillery which he so richly deserved. "There's goin' to be a parade up to Broomville," announced Dannie on the : morning of the Fourth, "and a lot of us boys have made up our minds to join it." "Ya-as," said Uncle Lije, pleased at "the notion; "I belonged to the militia When I was a young feller, myself. Ef it hadn' 'a' been fer the sijuint into my -eyes I'd 'a' fit in the war of the rebel~lion. I would, fer a fac'." Dannie coughed, inasmuch as it was -.ft standing joke among the neighbors •that Uncle Lije Pettitt's eyes were so loosely constructed that he could turn their respective corners gt and he had willed during > war, and .<* " ners in a most alarming manner. The examining surgeon could not but reluctantly pronounce him unfit for military duty, and ew.n to this day, though he had most astonishingly outgrown the defect, Uncle Lije could never refer to those troublous times without an unmistakable and altogether cunning Squint of the shrewd gray eyes. "Wall," he continued, ignoring Dannie's cough, "be you boys goin' in regimentals?" "So far as continental hats made of paper go," laughed Dannie. "I reckon, fer to be perlite, you'll 'lectEdwin as yer capting," said the old man. "I decline to participate in the affair," loftily replied Edwin. "It would be no pleasure for me to march over a dusty road on a hot summer day, and, besides, it would be ruinous to my shoes and clothing." "I reckon you're sound on them points, nevvy," remarked Uncle Lije, with a squint toward Dannie, "and since you decline to march, why, mebbe you'd like to ride at tho head, onto the old mare, Bess." "How is she under the saddle?" ask^d Edwin, to whom the proposal was not displeasing. "Purty deliberate," admitted his uncle, "but sure, you know." "Deliberate!" laughed Dannie. "We'll give you half an hour's start, Edwin, and agree to reach Broomville when you do. The old mare has seen her best days, and seems determined to get out of all work she can in her old age." "That's a fact," chuckled his uncle. "Why, she's got to the point of playin' sick now when she sees us all loadin' the waggin fer market. 'Somethin's the matter with Bess,' said Hiram to me more'n wunst on them occasions, and so we hed to hitch up another hoss fer sure enough, Bess wouldn't neither eat nor drink, but jest stood in he* stall droopin". But one day I happened to be near when the waggin moved out'n the yard, and purty soon, when it clattered down the road, I seed Bess fall to her oats with jest as good a appetite as a growin' boy. 'You cute old thing,' says I, a-laughin', and forthwith gave her an extry supply o' oats as a mark o'my 'preciation." "I'd have given her the lash," said Edwin, shortly. "The lazy old brute! I'll put her to her paces to-day, I'll warrant you." "But Bess is old," remonstrated Dannie, "and it does seem to me that a home ought to be provided for the poor old worn-out horses, like the homes for old men and women." "That would be a good idee, Dannie," said his uncle. "A good and faithful servant desarves more'n a knock on the head when the time comes for him to lay his biirdens down. Don't you think so, Edwin?" "I believe in the survival of the fittest," was the learned reply, to which the old man only stared, wondering what "fits" had to do with the question. And so tha subject was dismissed, with the understanding that Edwin would proceed to town upon the back of cute old Bess. "Hurrah for the Fourth of July!" shouted a score or more of the village lads some hours after, as they fell into line under the leadership of Dannie. "Hurrah for the great day of Independence!" Edwin, a short while before, in spotless linen and fashionable attire, had set out upon horseback, as agreed. "I have no intention of joining the rabble," said he, when mounted, to his uncle. "I am out of place among the common herd, you know." "The—the—what?" inquired the old man, caressing Bess's nose. "I didn't know there was goin' to be a raffle any- wheres, nuther." "I said, 'tho rabble,' " corrected Edwin—"the procession, or parade, as you may call it. I only go out of ciiri- osity to see a specimen of country militia," with which words he touched Bess with a whip, and proceeded to put the mare to her paces. "He's not much of a rider," thought the old man, looking after their disappearing figures. "Fer all his airs, he can't come up to Dannie a-ridin' hoss- back." But Edwin, familiar with every English fad, bobbed up and down in the moat approved style, fully convinced of his ability to show the country bumpkins a thing or two hi the way of fashionable riding. Bess did not choose to keep her paces any longer than was pleasing to herself, however, and successfully rasisted all Edwin's efforts to force her thereto. Blows, entreaties, and some pretty strong language failed to affect; the imperturbable beast, and on she jogged, as demure as a country lassie on her way to the fair. The tramping of feet, loud huzzas and the occasional roll of a drum aroused her flagging energies. Dannie and his company, upon a by-path, were marching on their- way to town. For some reason, unknown to Edwin, these sounds put new life into the old mare, so that he was fain to draw her under the shade of a spreading oak, in order to spare himself the humiliation of entering the town at the head of a .company of rustics wearing three* cornered paper hats, "Keep up your mettle, old horse," he said, "and we'll astonish the natives, after all," and, surmising that Dannie's company had ere this joined the other bumpkins, he entered the main street of the town. At that instant upon the summer air rang' the clear notes of a bugle. Bess started like one electrified. Again it came, »weet, clear, silvery. Years had flown since the old horse had heard that Bound, but she knew it well! Once more the call to duty! Like an arrow from a bow Bess sprung forward. Off went Edwin's bat, and, white with rage and surprise, he clung frantically to the bridle. The blare of music drowned the laughter of the crowd and the ironical huzzas of Dannie and his raw recruits. "Go iti Bess!" they one and. ail shouted, and "go it" £#§9 did. With " erget, majp and, tail fytoffi y|dej? fa $£ ¥S*y Ifsoj&fc $ " --*—- ^ X** 1 " at a far distant fort, she had pi-oudly ] iorne her colonel to that position, and iad not the call of duty summoned her ihere to-day? "Forward, inarch!" * To the strains of inspiring music fiha mrvattod and pirouetted, heedless of Edwin's frantic tugs and shouts. To add to her rider's chagrin, one of his prized patent-leather pumps had heen wrenched frorn his foot by the stirrup, ind his crimson silk hose bade fair to follow. But how should Bess know that? Had not the haughty colonel been wont to goad her into backing, and prancing, and "showing off" upon all public occasions? and, feeling her youth revived, why should she not execute all the old-time steps to-day? But alas for the rider, who lacked the horsemanship of tho accomplished colonel I Such gyrations and "tomfoolery" were beyond Edwin, and he was constrained to drop the bridle and cling •like John Oilpin, of famous memory —to the stout nock of old Bess, 01' else suffer entire defeat. Like all performers, Bess reserved her greatest effort for the last. She had backed, swayed from right to left, almost sat upon her haunches; and now, as the inspiring strains of "Marching Through Georgia" awoke all to enthusiasm, the old horse reared straight in the air, wheeled in that position, and down went Master Edwin in the dust. The "rabble"hastened to pick him up out THE HOMEWAHD MAP.CH. of harm's way; but alas for his immaculate coat, faultless linen and supercilious airs! Like one of the common herd, only hatless and partly shoeless, he was forced to stand and view the country militia, anathematizing 1 the beast upon which. Dannie now rode, and at a loss to know how he himself should manage to reach home without her. "I'll not trust myself upon her back again," he soliloquized, after receiving from the hands of two grinning urchins his lost shoe and hat. And so, being desirous of immediately quitting the scene of his discomfiture, there was nothing left for him but to foot it back to the farm. In the dusk of the evening, to the merry tune of "The Girl I Left Behind Me," marched home Dannie and his lacjs, old Bess lagging behind, spiritless, and altogether indifferent to the fact that two small urchins bestrode her back. "Wall, there!" exclaimed Uncle Lije, when the history of the afternoon was told, "hosses seem to hev a touch o human natur' as well as a deal o' common sense; they do, fer a fac'," and, laughing heartily at the manner in which Edwin had put the old horse to her paces, he proceeded to the stable, in order to look after her wants himself. But, Bess, not unlike creatures of reason, already felt the strain of reaction, and turned from her oats with a whinny of distress. Her poor old legs ached from their unwonted exertion; her nerves were unstrung, and great drops of perspiration trickled down her forehead. Like a belle ruminating over the past, she stood, with drooping head and lusterless eye. All the pride and gayety of those days when the call of duty was so inspiring, the burden so light, came before her, when to martial music she pranced and danced every day in the week, when her greatest hardship was the prick of the golden spur in her glossy sides. Could she, bearing such recollections, ever again permit herself to be yoked to the clumsy plow, ever again plod to market with a load of hay, o», worse still, cabbages? Ruminating thus, the sultry night through, old Bess fell asleep upon her bed of straw—fell asleep, never to "awake again. Never more would the call to duty arouse her—that call to which, when pleasant, she so cheerfully responded; that call which, when not to her taste, she had learned so cunningly to shirk. "I'm glad of it," snapped Edwin, tha next morning, forgetting his usual drawl, as ha packed his valise for departure. "The wretched old beast! I shall hate the Fourth of July as long as I live, after yesterday's proceedings. Death has saved her a good lashing, you may well believe." * "Then you'd "a* hed good cause fey hatin' the fifth of July, too, my boy," dryly said Uncle Lije, who felt very sore over the loss of his favorite. "Hed you struck Bess one lick this day, I'd— I'd 'a' H "You'd 'a' what?" sneered Edwin, as the old man paused for a moment "I'd felt called on to do my duty, sir, jes' as Bess felt called to do her'n yesterday," was the emphatic reply, and by the way Uncle Lije flourished the cane in his hand and gazed into the hoy's eyes without one suspicion of a squint, Edwin fully understood what that duty would have been without the further addition of "nevvy, or no nev- vy, "—Mrs. Nora Marble^ in Golden Rule. THE BASIS OF FREE TRADE. Fonntiod on an i ( i en o f Advantage and Gain — Nollilnjy Above the Savage—No Ainbltlotn Motives or Klernted Views. Free trade ia based essentially on the Idea, expressed or implied, that in trading with otlwr nations we can cheat them in the trade—that in exchanging with foreigners we can secure an advantage ovor them, that in return for ;he products of one's day's work of ours we can got the product of a day and a lalf of theirs. This is a delusive hope. With freedom of trade, equalization would soon take place. All the wealth we can have is what we produce, or its equivalent. In obtaining the equivalent let us obtain it of our own people. Thus, to the extent that we are consumers of the things they make wo shall give them employment; and, in return, to the extent that they are consumers of the things we make will they give us employment, thereby insuring 1 an equilibrium in our industries, developing at home skillful artisans in every branch of industry and dotting the country over with manufacturing establishments. Free trade would banish those establishments and would exchange skilled mechanics for cheap doorknobs or cheap cutlery. It would reject the knowledge of useful arts in order to save for the moment a few cents a yard on woolen cloth or cotton ties or a few cents a pound on tin plates. Protection secures the arts and protects the artists. It transforms ignorance into knowledge, indifference into zeal, inertia into activity, impotence into power. Free trade is based essentially on the idea of landed aristocracy—on the idea that the land of the country is the property, not of independent farmers owning and working their own land, but of allodial lords owning practically the community in which they live. It has its foundation in that form of social development of which slavery was type, winch takes no thought of the man who works with his hands. It implies that, as in Europe, there shal! eventually be in this country no proprietary farmers, but that a few grea' proprietors who disdain work shal monopolize the land. It implies tha' when ( a few barons shall hold in large tracts the land of the country they, as lords of the soil, can ordain that wha they call "their" country shall forever remain in the primitive occupation of agriculture. These baronial owners can say to all comers: "We own all this land; this country is ours; you can starve unless you accept work on our terms. We do not wish you to have a variety of occupations. We do not wish you to aspire. What have you to do with aspiration? We can buy all the manufactured goods we want from the cheap labor of Europe or Asia. If you open stores or set up workshops you must compete with the cheapness of Europe and the squalor of the Hindoos and Chinese; you are entitled to no protection as against them. They have as good a right to sell their wares here as you have." But in the sa i e breath the landed proprietor will add, "Of course you people are expected to shoulder your guns and with your lives defend and protect us and our property in case those same Europeans or Chinese invade the country and endanger our ownership of this property." WAR REMINISCENCES. THE MARCH OF COMPANY A. 'Forward, inaroli!" wns thci captain's word, And the tramp of a hundred man was heard, As they formed lain lino, in tlm morning gi'af,' Shoulder to shoulder went Company A. Out of the f-luulow Into the sun, A hundred men that moved ns one; Jut of Ihc cliuvnlnj,' Into the day, A gilt-oring file went Company A. Vfarchlng along to the rendezvous 3y grassy meadows the road ran through, i Jy springing cornfields and orchards gay, Forward, forward wont Company A. And the pink and white of the apple trees, Falling fast on the fitful hreozn, Bonttorud Its ilfjtry, scouted spray Btrnlyht In the faces of Company A. A hrnaili lilto a sigh ran through the ranks Treading those odorous blossom-banks, Forlho orchard hillsides far away, The northern hillsides of Company A. Forward, march!—and the dream was sped; Out of the pine wood straight ahead Cluttered a troop of the southern gray Face to face wllh Company A. Forth with a flash In the southern sun A hundred bayonets leaped like one. Sudden drum-boat and bugle-play Sounded tho charge for Company A. Halt! What Is here? A slumbering child, Roused by the blast of tho bugle wild, Uetweon the ranks of the blue and gray, Right In tho path of Company A. Nothing- knowing of north or south. Her dimpled finger within nor mouth, Her gathered apron with blossoms gay, She sluredattho guns of Company A. Straightway set for a sign or truce Whitoly a handkerchief fluttered loose, As under tho steel of the southern gray Galloped the captain of Company A. To his saddle-bow he swung tho child, With a kiss on tho baby lips that smiled, While the boys In blue and the boys In gray Cheered for the captain of Company A. Forth from the ranks of his hulled men, While tho wild hurrahs rang out again, .The southern leader spurred his way To meet the captain of. Company A. Out of the arms that hold her safe He took with a smilo the little wutf. A grip of tho hand 'twlxt blue and gray, And back rode the captain of Company A, Up there, in tho distant cottage door, A mother, clasping her child once more, Shuddered at sight of smoke-cloud gray Shrouding the path of Company A. A little later, and all was done— The battle over, the victory won. Nothing loft of the pitiless fray That swept the ranks of Company A. Nothing left—save the bloody stain Darkening tho orchard's rosy rain. Dead th<) chief of the southern gray, And dead the captain of Company A. Fallen together the gray and blue, Gone to the final rendezvous. A grave to cover, a prayer to say, And—Forward, march 1 went Company A. —Kate Putnam Osgood, in Century. with such a vengeance that Gen. Rons* »eau, who was of hurculean 1 mild, and deeply Imbued with tho Kentucky ideA that a man of fragile physique had art equal show on the field of honor with another of larger buiJd, took occasion to overhaul Mr. Orinnell just ftt th*. east door of the rotunda and pinched his ear, remarking at the same time that the gentleman from Iowa knew the address of the gentleman from Kentucky. "Mr. Orinnell did not allign his life on the rules of the code of honor, but went back to the hotise of representatives, still in session, and laid the facts of the assault and the reason therefor— words spoken in debate—before his confreres. "(Jen. Rousseau promptly telegraphed the governor of Kentucky his resignation as representative in congress from Louisville district, and notified Speaker Colfax of the fact. It was the first time the telegraph had been used in such a case, and the question was raised the next morning when the resolution to expel came up, but Mr. Colfax held that Gen. Rousseau was no longer a member of the house and the resolution was out of order. '•And all this came about from Gen. Davis' story of Rousseau or a rabbit."— Washington Post. TWO GALLANT GENERALS. 'ROUSSEAU OR A RABBIT.' The EwtfUsfa Crown. The English crown is made pi monds, rubies, sapphires, pearls and emeralds, set in silver and gold hands; it weighs thirty'nine ounces aja4 five ' ' troy; IB, ^ ^ ~ "~ "" " "i£B8 Kis e in Farming; Nothing is more evident than that the west—particularly the northwest—is on the eve of a great business revival. And, as if to even things up, it looks as though the agricultural interests— which were the first to decline when the hard times of the past few years came upon us—were to be the first to revive. It is certain that the great country lying west of Minneapolis never before promised so well as now. Taking North Dakota as an illustration, it can be confidently predicted that a revival of prosperity is at the door. All kinds of farm j products are bringing a good price, and the outlook for great crops—not alone of wheat, but of everything raised by tjie farmer—never was so promising. •In the last few years, too, owing to the low price of wheat, farmers have gone more or less into stock, and almost before they have realized it themselves their sheep and cattle and horses have multiplied until the stock interest has become a gigantic one. And with this and the prospect now opening up, the price of farming lands has begun to advance. It will only be a few years till all the available agricultural land will be settled; when once the tide again turns toward the northwest the states containing these farming lands will be filled with a class of people who will go to stay and go also to prosper. The result will be a doubling, trebling or quadrupling of prices, and the man who has retained his land through these years of depression will have his reward.—Minneapolis Tribune, May 13. The Most Profitable Kind of Exports. There is very little profit to any people in the export of crude products. Tho exporting nation must pay all the costs of transportation to market. Transportation charges on farm products, iron ore, cojl and similar crude products would leave but a beggarly profit to their producers if they had to be carried for sale across the ocean. This truth was clear to the founders of the government, who had witnessed the ills incident to the exclusive production of raw materials in the early history of the colonies. To change this deplorable state of affairs was their desire, so they instituted the American system of protecting and encouraging manufactures. Items like the following from the Iron Age of May 31 are the result: LOCOMOTIVES JTOB EXPOBT. — The Bbode Island locomotive works ot Provldeooe, K. I., recently shipped twelve locomotives from their works, three of them being for export to South America. The number Included three ten- wheel locomotives, with 18x94 inch cylinders, 54-inch boilers ftttd 54-iuoh wheels, for the Boston & Maine railroad. The total weight of the engines loaded is 1091,400 pounds, and the weight of the driver 88,<WO pounds. This is the profitable form in which to expovt our wheat and iron. Our own working people have received the money paid for making these locomotives, while tlje producers of coal and food have Bayed ocean transportation charges an^ disposed of then* products at the loeomoto-e works at far better • " ^^ have h-oped jo* How Young and Custer Exchanged Compliments. Gens. Young and Custer, of Georgia, were classmates and devoted friends at West Point. During the war they were major-generals of cavalry on opposing sides. One day Gen. Young was invited to breakfast at the Hunter mansion in Virginia. The general was seated at the table, about to partake o£ a smoking breakfast made doubly palatable by the reason that it had been prepared by the fair hands of the young ladies of the mansion. Suddenly there was a sound of breaking glass, causing- all present to glance in the direction of the bay window in the front of the dining-room. In an instant more a shell lay close at the feet of the gallant general. Taking another hasty glance through, the window Young beheld Gen. Custer charging toward the house at the head of his staff. I have termed Young a gallant general, ana. in truth he was such, but at this moment he realized the fact that flight was his only salvation. Out of a rear window went Young, calling to the young ladies, "Tell Custer I leave this breakfast for him." Custer and his staff entered the mansion and were invited to the breakfast so hastily left by Young. Custer enjoyed it heartily, and looked forward with pleasure to the dinner in the distance. In the meantime, Young, feeling deeply chagrined over the loss of his breakfast ai*3 his hasty retreat, drove the federal line back, and ere the sun had passed the meridian, was again in sight of the Hunter mansion. Custer beheld him approaching just as he was seating himself at the dinner table. "I might have known," said he, "that Pierce Young would not have left me here in peace. Here is my picture; give, it to him, and tell him his old classmate leaves his love with this excellent dinner." And out of the window he went, while the Georgian general walked in and sat down to dinner.— Mrs. M. E. Willard, in The Home. Gen. Rosecrans' Story of the Origin of a Once Famous Remark. Gen. William S. Rosecrans, the register of the treasury and brigadier-general on the retired list of the regular army, has fully recovered from his recent severe wrestle with the grip and has resumed his official labors. When you want a good story get hold of the former commander of the Army of the Cumberland when he is in a reminiscent mood. Every one has heard the story of a commotion in camp as being either "Gen. Rousseau or a rabbit," and most readers who know of the story have heard it charged to Gen. Rosecrans. He was asked the other day how he came to make the remark and he said: "The fact is I never made the remark, but the saying came about one evening at my headquarters. "We were at Murfreesboro, in quarters, and one evening a glee club of splendid singers came over from Sheridan's division and gave us a serenade. I hustled my staff and servants around and got up a pretty nice lunch in the big dining-room of the barracks, and most of my division and brigade commanders were there as my guests. "All of my division commanders then were v " with their men—Mc- Cock ; Q heridan, Stanley, Rousseau, ana . •• but most of all was Rousseau. \Vi»... ?er Gen. Rousseau rode through the camps, whether of his own or other divisions, he was cheered to the skies by the men, and would almost invariably make them a happy speech that raised more cheers. "That night of the serenade and lunch, Gen. Jeff. C. Davis—dead now— sat at my table almost opposite Rousseau—he is gone too. Davis spoke up and said: 'Rousseau, I've got a devilish good joke on you,but I won't tell it unless you will promise beforehand not to go off the handle; you know you are apt to do that on short order.' "Amid the laughter of the sally, Davis went on: 'A day or two ago I was in my quarters busy on a report, when I heard an awful row among the troops camped near. It was so prolonged that I fancied a lot of prisoners had been captured and brought in, and sent Capt. Davis, my aid-de-camp, out to see what the commotion was about.' "Pretty soon he returned and reported that he couldn't find out what it was all about. The troops were wild over something, and it must be either Gen. Rousseau or a rabbit.' "Any old soldier who has ever witnessed the commotion in camp occasioned by the discovery of a rabbit will understand the situation and the joke./ifbr forty-three and forty-four yeari respectively, and yet, because of the desperately alow rate of promotion, are no more than colonels. They are Dodge, of the Elevent infantry; and Gibson, of the Third artillery, AT its late meeting in Jackson,; the United Confederate Veterans, southern organization corresponding with the Grand Army of (he Republic, north and south', adopted as the badge for confederate veterans the button already in use, which simply displays without lettering the confederate " CAFT. M. B. HUSHES, ot the I cavalry, has a curious reiip gt the late Crook. 1$ is a little %^len doJJ, o!4Jndia» " " ' .=-.'— — out of TRUE TO JACKSON. A Drill Master Who Would Not Brook Insubordination. "There used to be an old fellow up in my country," said Judge Upton Young, "who was famous in the early days as a militia colonel. As a drill master he was perfect and in discipline very severe. Just before the war he had a good militia company, and he closed every drill with these orders: " 'Company, attention! All who favor Gen. Jackson for president of the United States, three paces to the front. Forward, march!" The entire command always voted. But one day one of the soldiers got it into his head that Gen. Jackson was dead, and so at the next drill, when the colonel had given his customary order, this fellow stood stock still. This insubordination created a momentary panic, but the colonel recovered himself, and, with his face purple with rage, shouted: "'Jonathan Thompson, attention! You vote for Gen. Jackson or I'll have you courtmartialed and shot, sir. Three paces to the front, John Thompson. Forward, march!' "And you bet John Thompson, marched—white and scared as any pet rabbit you ever saw. After which the colonel said: "'I have the honor of announcing to this company that Gen. Jackson has been elected president of the United States magnanimously.'"—St. Louis Republic. , BITS FOR THE VETS. ROBT. E, LKE, when in the United, States army, over fifty years ago, prepared river improvement charts which, are still in use in St. Louis, REAB ADMIBAL CABTEB, who died a few days ago, is said to be the only naval officer of his rank Who had previously been a major general in the United States army. Two soldiers were retired from the y lately, who have pegged along 1 We all laughed heartily, and as well as the rest, "That is the way the Rousseau and rabbit story originated, but in some strange fashion it has fastened to me as its originator. "Rousseau heard from that story afterward in a way that became historical. There was a representative in congress from Iowa named Grinnell, who had conceived an intense dislike to Gen. Rousseau and who had heard the 'Rousseau and rabbit" story, without understanding it. "These two were in congress together in I860, and one day in a bitter partisan speech Gramell, $ diminutive man physically, contemptuously referred to Gen. Rousseau as the man that soldiers to the field could never dist white QJJthe " "- J1 "

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