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THE REPUBLICAN. ALGONA, IOWA. MY CHICKENS. Tbs chickens that I used to own Wore birds ot tilpth degree, .Both far and favorably known And beautiful to soe. I'd watch the Cochin proudly trat And tower o'er the flock 'Composed of Lcshorn, Wyandotta, Brahma and Plymouth Roclc. I'd greet them in the rosy morn In complimentary terms, ,And throw them grains of shining corn And early angle worms. .A roof of glass kept off the storm But not the sunny ray— 3 hnd a stove to keep them warm Against a winter day. Ji.bout them on the train I'd boast, I o'er their beauty sighed, 'My costly chickens were almost My only joy and pride. "They are no more—their days are told, And In their places now "The meanest fowls that come for gold Are roosting on the bough. •They are an ornery-looking lot, They're scrawny, with no stylo, <Observo them, und upon the spot You can't withhold a smile. •Their crops with corn 1 never ft'I, But sot them free, and then 'They yayly skirmish round until They clothe tho inner hen. •Their fruit abundant, though it's fried Or poached or boiled or shirred, Makes me rejoice to think I've triad Tho common barn-yard bird. This bird shall always round me prowl, Or linger on one leg, And not the prize, blue-blooded fowl That never lays an egg. -R. K. M.. in Puck. The WHY THEY WERE LATE. ^Engineers Tell of Peculiar Accidents That Befell Them. a Terrific Kansas Cyclone Played a Mean Trlulc on an Ambitious Railroad Man—Other Wonderful and Almost Incredible Stories. "Tell you what it is, gentlemen, ^hese fast runs are pretty hard on machinery," said Jack O'Connor, gather- •ering up his packing tools and addressing a group of engineers and firemen lounging about the pilot of the locomotive in the next stall. "Who's been making any fast runs?" •sneered Panhandle Dan. "Well, I reckon me and Felix Me•Guire made some pretty good time •on No. 5 yesterday," replied Jack, "pretty fast, considering we can't fly .yet." "Fast time on way-freight?" was Pete Swanson's comment. . "Now look here, young feller," exclaimed Panhandle Dan, bristling up, "hain't I seen the register less'n half an hour ago, and wasn't No. 5 registered In just four hours and twenty minutes late? You'd better come off yer perch." "I hain't no sort o' doubt but the gentleman did make some fast time," interpolated a little man with a husky voice and a beard the color of an unbaked brick, who was known as "The •Corpse." '"'Member when I was run- nin' the two-ought-eight on the chain gang one day we had orders to meet the limited at Eosedale. We started on, with time to spare, but when we got within four miles of Eosedale we buste i a cylinder-head, and by the time we got her disconnected the limited was due in two minutes at Rosedale. 'The conductor was scared to death, und wanted to flag in. 'You jist climb •on; we'll git there all right,' says 1, an' 2 pulled 'er open. Mind you, I was only worlrin' one side, but I got them thirty-eight loads to rollin' so fast that when I whistled for Eosedale, gentlemen, I hope I'll never boss an engine iagin if we wasn't in on side-track all safe before the sound reached town." Nobody paid any attention to the little man, and Jack resumed: "lean explain that four hours and twenty ininutes all right; that's easy, We left Milwaukee behind time, and we had a lot o' cars to place at every station, and, in spite of everything that we could do, we were forty minutes late out of Waukegan. Felix says to me, kind o' sarcastic like, says he: 'Think 'ye can make up a little time, Jack?' •Well, if I can't there's no use anybody else tryin', 1 says I. I pulled out of Waukegan at a pretty good jog. By an' by I looks back and there was Felix {thrashin' his arms off signaling me to let 'em spin. 'All right young feller,' thinks I, 'I'll jist give you a ride.' We was just tihen at the top of a nice big hill, so J looked her up and let her go. Pretty soon the telegraph poles were spinning by so fast that I couldn't count 'em, and directly they all began (to look like one pole, same as a wheel (when it gets to goin* right fast looks (Like it was standin' still. About that time J noticed that the old 56 wasn't working right; she didn't seem to exhaust fast enough. In another minute I saw the front end begin to bulge out, and then v I knowed what was wrong. I shut off, «alled for brakes, and brought 'em up etandin'. And, gentlemen, there the 56 stood puffin' and snortin' like all possessed about two minutes. A man that could hear but couldn't see her would 'a thought she was goin' at least a thousand miles an hour when she wasn't movin' an inch. You see, she had been runnjn' so fast that she couldn't clear herself, and the exhaust •team had most of it instead of gettin' out through hep stack got tangled up in the netting and around the petticoat pipe till it was most ready to blow her front end off. I tried two or three times to get her to goin', but it was no use, so I finally settled down to fifteen miles an hour. An' that is why we waa late." Jack looked at the floor very bard and was silent. No one spoke for three minutes when tebe Corpse, who had been a spitting at the newly »hpas a dudiab fireman had. ve "Gentlemen let's bo sociable; everybody take a chaw of his own tobacco." Panhsmdle Dan cast a Withering glance at the speaker, cleared his throat, and bwgan: "When T was pulling passenger out on the K. P. it was my proud boast that in tho three years 1 had been on the run I had never been late. I always got over the road according to the timecard without regard to washouts, wrecks and sich—in fact, I was building up a world-beating record, until a cyclone one day laid me out so scandalous that I resigned as soon as I got to the end of the run. Yes, sir, in three minutes the record I had been three years a-buildin' was smashed BO fine that a search warrant couldn't a-located where it stood. And what made it so aggravatin' was that I had to double thirty-six miles of road that I couldn't turn in mileage for. "You see, wo left Salinaat two p. m., with the Denver express. We got to Brookville and then to Ellsworth right on time. Our next stop was at Oakley. It had been pretty cloudy all afternoon, and about two miles out of Ellsworth I noticed a cloud, blacker'n midnight, that seemed to rise up out o' the prairie about a mile away on the right- hand side of the track. It blossomed out at the top and started obliquely toward the track and in tltfe direction we were going, with a roar that sends a cold chill down my back when I think of it to this day. I saw that it would cross the road about a mile ahead and just about the time we got there. Eight there I made the mistake of my life. I should have stopped and let that s'tepa- winder go on; but I remembered that it would make us late at Oakley, surer'n guns if we did, so, thinkin' of my record, I pulled her open to head off the cyclone. "Jim Doolittle was firin' for me then. Jim comes over on my side and looks at that stem-winder a. minute. 'Dan,' he says, downhearted like, 'it's pretty hard lines for a feller that's gone through three head-end collisions and two spells of the grip to get done up in a low-down cyttlone.' Just then that tornader took a sharp twist and headed straight for us. I remember thinkin' how nice it would be if I knew how to pray, and then, when I had dug the sand out of my eyes so's I could see, there we was bbwlin' along so nice and quiet that I made up my mind that I had been dreaming about the cyclone. "Pretty soon we pulled up at a station, and I got down to oil 'round, when Jerry Blake, the conductor, comes bustling up with his time card in one hand and his watch in the other. " 'Dan,' says he, 'what town 's this?' " 'Why, it's Oakley, of course,' says I, without lookin' up. " 'Of course, must be,' says Jerry. •We are due at Oakley at 3:06, and it's just S:OOK now. There can't be no doubt about it bein' Oakley. But I'll be blowed if I ever knowed before that Oakley was so much like Ellsworth.' "I raised my eyes, and there was 'Ellsworth' over the waiting-room door in letters a foot high. I got right up and pulled out for the next town without saying a word. The next stop ought to have been at Linwood, but the town we got to looked enough like Brookville to be its twin brother. Jerry tottered up to the engine so pale that a snowdrift would have looked like a heap of charcoal beside him. " 'Dan,' says he, 'I'll never touch another drop of whisky so long's I live, so help me. gracious!' " Sh-h!' says I, 'go back to the baggage car and don't say nothin'. I'm with you on that pledge,' and off we goes agin. ' 'We ought to have'got to Wallace, but after a lively spin of twenty minutes we pulled into Salina, right where we started from an hour and twenty minutes before. There couldn't be no sort of doubt about it, for out comes the trainmaster foaming at the mouth and wants to know what in blankety-blank- blank-blank we meant by laying out the express two hours. You. see, he thought we« hadn't started on the run yet, when the fact was we had got over thirty-six miles of road when that blamed cyclone took up the whole train, turned it end for end, and set it back on the rails again, and there we had started on the back track without ever slippin' a turn. And that wasn't all The baggage, and express, and postal fellers had dumped out mail and truck as though we were goin' straight ahead; and the brakies had hustleU off way passengers at the same stations they got on at, and there was no end of investigations, and damage suits, and confusion generally in consequence." "That reminds me I had an experience just like that, only it was different," remarked Patsy Owen. "I was on way-freight on the Indian Valley road one winter. I started north one morning on No. '8. We got along all right until we were,half way over the division, when there came up the worst blizzard I ever saw. Oh, but it was a oorker! The snow was so thick that I couldn't see the sandbox, and it blowed so hard that in five ininutes from the time the wind came up there wasn't a number left on a single car on the train. Blowed 'em all off clean. And it kept getting worse every minute. I made up my mind the best thing I could do waa to get to a coal and water station and stay there before the road was blocked entirely. So I began to open her> up, We pounded along for fifteen minutes and I began to look out for the station. Another five minutes and I grew uneasy for fear we had passed the town in the thick weather without seeing it. Five minutes more and I was real scared- i called the fireman to mind 'er a minute, pretending I wanted to get a drink. I got down in the gangway and kicked off a lump of coal and watched it to see if we left it behind. Gentlemen, you may not believe ,nie, but we didn't get away froua that lump of coal worth a cent The fact was'that headwind was so strong* that it blew us back as fast aa we went ahead, and although we were turning th« wfeeels at » twenty •naUeii*-hour gait, w* were practically staadiog stUl. Yes, .sir; for all we were worth and never getting ahead, hour after hour, until we had burned up our tank of coal, and then we had to send the brakemen back to tho last station we had passed with wheelbarrows to get a fresh supply of fual—" "Oh, say, now, Patsy," interrupted the Corpse, "how could them brakemen wheel coal in the teeth of a wind that you couldn't maka headway agin With a train?" "Why, you don't s'pose a blow lika that could last forever, do you?" snorted Patsy. And the group straightway dispersed. -—Chicago Times. "ONE KISS BEFORE PARTING." PITH AND POINT, moral ansosthet- WAR REMINISCENCES. Request with Which a Marchioness Autoiilslicil a Young Shopman. A lady of fashion had been loitering for nearly an hour in a fashionable music shop recently. She had purchased a copy of nearly every piece of music that had a sentimental title and had sent out to her carriage a whole portmanteau full of "love" — going through every mood of the feeling, past, present or future—and was following their example when she paused upon the step as if meditating whether she should take it or some other step that was evidently turning itself over in her mind. The shopman, says the Sheffield Telegraph, who had been somewhat moved by the tender tone of voice in which she had asked him: "Wilt thou love me then as now?" watched her with an anxiety that betrayed itself too plainly in tho adjustment of his shirt collar and the arrangement of his hair. Suddenly the lady seemed resolved, as with one bound she cleared the pavement, and, restless and pale, her auburn ringlets fluttering in the wind, stood once inoro before the admiring shopman. "I had nearly forgotten," she said, in a voice that seemed to veil her blushing words; "dear! dear! I cannot tell where my head is to-day! I come back to ask you if by chance"—here she paused, as if to take new courage, whilst the trembling shopman posted his two thumbs elegantly on the mahogany counter, and leant his body inquiringly forward—"to ask you to be kind enough to give me one kiss before parting." "M-a-a-a-d-a-m!" exclaimed the astonished shopman. "I want you," repeated the marchioness, "to let me have one kiss before parting—one will do, if you please." She raised her beautiful bhxe eyes full upon his, and met them boldly and unblushingly. She then, without betraying any emotion, repeated her question, adding-, as calmly as possible: "If you cannot give it me now, I will call some other time." He could doubt no longer. Springing over the counter, he seized hold of the lady's fair form, and then and there gave the kiss she so earnestly begged for previous to departure. To his great astonishment, the only return the lady gave was a box on the ears. This was followed by a volley of blows dealt by her parasol over his head, which was accompanied with an equal number of shrieks, that never terminated till tha police came into the shop. The affair was carried to the nearest police court, but was soon dismissed upon its being explained that "One Kiss Before Parting" was the name of a song which the unsophisticated shop- man, blissfully green from his native fields, had never heard of before. It was a favorite joke afterward to ask the lady whenever she was at the piano if she would mind giving just "one kiss before parting." —Assignment is the le that relieves a man from payin'.—• Washington Post. —Old Man — "Nothing is valuable nowaday that can't be exchanged for cash." Young Man—"How about reputation for honesty?"—Washington Star. —Sarcasm.—The Actress—"Oh, dearl I've broken my earring. What shall I do?" The Manager—"Send for a glazier. "—Jeweler's Weekly. —Truthful.—He—"You are the only ffirl who can make me happy." She— (coquettishly) "Sure?" He—"Yes, I have tried all the others."—Yankee Blade. —Discovered. —I if now her not as a deoeivor, Sly soul never Celt u doubt Till one night I called to sue her; 'Twas then that I found her out. —Philadelphia Times. —The Lieutenant (pointing to the canyon): If you don't accept me tomorrow I shall be down at the bottom of that canyon. The Colonel's daughter: What— dead? The Lieutenant: No—fishing. —"Do you think," said Euthers' wife, "that there ought to be so much formality about calling?" "Naw," said Ruthers, earnestly. "If you're with the right people, all you've got to do is to shove in your chips."—Washington Post. —The More Reason For Refusing.— Customer—"I'd like about six months' time on these diamonds. ' Time's money,' you know." Jeweler—"Certainly; but don't expect the goods and a lot of money for the price of the goods alone, do you ? "—Jeweler's Weekly. —A New York gentleman was put out of patience by some blunder of his new groom. "Look hei-e!" he cried, "I won't have things done in this way. Do you think I'm a fool?" "Shure, sorr," said the groom, "Oi can't say, sorr. I only came here yesterday." —Tommy's Waterbury.—Mrs. Figg— "Tommy, bring me in an armful of wood." Tommy—"I will, just as soon as I can saw some." Mrs. Figg—"Why I thought I heard you sawing not five minutes ago." Tommy—"No'm; I was winding my. watch." — Demorest'a Monthly. —Those Truthful Girls.—Jessie— "How old did you say you were, Josie?" Josie (aged twenty-three.)—"Eighteen." Jessie (a little later.)—"What are you thinking about, Josie?" Josie (absently.)—"I was trying to recall how I felt on the eve of my twenty- first birthday."—Yankee Blade. —Client (inlawyer's office)—"I desire to speak with the principal." Clerk— "Tend to you directly, sir—just take a chair for a minute." Client (haughtily) —"Do you know whom you are address- Ing, sir? I am Lord Taltamount." Clerk —"A thousand pardons, my lord. Take two chairs, I beg of you."—Pick Me Up. —"Begosh!" said the retired blacksmith; "this here etiquette book says a man must go naked all the morning." "Let's see, Josh," said his wife. "That's so," she murmured, in a troubled way, as she read: "Gentlemen should never dress until dinner time." "Well, Josh, we never could be tony, no how."—Sunday Mercury. —Miss Ortum—"Papa, you know,gave me a large cake on my birthday, and studded it with gold dollars—one for each birthday of my life." Miss Quizz —"How nice! And have you spent them all yet?" Miss Ortum—"Yes. I bought ihis new cloak with them." Miss Quizz —"Oh, isn't it just lovely! But you must have paid a big price for it?"—Harper's Bazar. ADVENTURES OF GEM ENGRAVERS. THE CLERKS WERE AMUSED. The Tools Employed fly Worhinou of tha Past and Present. The tools and processes employed in ancient times in engraving- gems are virtually the same as those in use today. The tools were five in number. The drill worked by a bow was tho chief. It varied in size, was made of bronze, and acted in virtue of the emery or corundum power (mixed with oil) with which its point was smeared. The drill was occasionally tubular; m that case its crown was sometimes set with small crystals of corundum. The second tool was a wire saw, made effective with the same abrading material. The wheel or disk of bronze was similarly employed. A file was also used, not of metal, but of a mixture of emery and resin, heated together, and then allowed to solidify by cooling. The fifth tool was a graver, made by mounting in an iron or bronze handle a crystal or crystalline fragment of diamond or of sapphire, or sometimes a piece of rock crystal.. Aa a rule, in engraving antique gems, and also those of the cinque-oento time, the tool used was worked by the hand, the stone to be on- graved being fixed. In more recent days the reverse arrangement is followed, and in consequence the touch is less free and the style more mechanical. The engraved work and the field of gems were polished by rubbing them with fine powders, haema- tite, or red oxide of iron, having been generally employed for this purpose. Paste was often legitimately used, but it naturally suggests the subject of fraud. The ancients were not inexpert in this branch of art, if it may be so called. One might say that the pair of green glass pillars in, the temple of the Tyrian Hercules which the priests declared to Herodotus to be emerald wero a gigantic imposture; but it ia not unlikely that the historian deceived himself. Of jewelers' frauds the chief waa the making of a "doublet," a paste backed with a real stone of greater hardness, but poor color. The two aaaterials were joined by au invisible cement, the line of junction at tha girdle of the gem being concealed by the mounting. The alteration and accentuation of the color of natural atones, particularly of the onyx, by means of various chemicals, ia a comparatively recent Invention, >ut the ancients were adept* In ifee art of changing the origin^ hue by rhe Message of the Assistant Hook-Keeper "Was Funny but Disastrous. Of course it was a good joke, Hadn't the boss said that he didn't want everybody in the office running in to see him on every little pretext? Hadn't he told one of the clerks that if the latter wanted anything brought to his attention he should speak* to his immediate superior and have the matter come to him through the proper channels? Naturally, in view of this, everyone was tickled, when the assistant bookkeeper said to the book-keeper. "Mr. Smith, will you please ask Mr. Brown to ask Mr. Wilkins to ask Mr. Johnson to ask the boss if I can get off Friday at four o'clock?" The book-keeper saw the humor of the thing at once, and promptly delivered the message to Mr. Brown, and so it went up step by step to the boss, who smiled a sickly sort of smile when the request was repeated to him. "Ah, yes," he said, "the assistant book-keeper seems-to be a great stickler for office etiquette." "Yes, sir," returned Mr. Johnson; "he was anxious that the request should reach you through the proper channels," "Quite right," said the boss. "Now, I might call him in and give him my answer in person, bxit that would hardly be in confromity with his idea of propriety, would it?" "Well, sir, I suppose it is only a little joke." "Yes, yes, of course. Veiy amusing, this step-ladder business. Now, Mr, Johnson, will you please tell Mr. Wilkins to tell Mr. Brown to tell Mr. Smith to tell the assistant book-keeper that his services are dispensed with. And while you are passing the message down you might add that if we have any more of this step-ladder business I'll kick the whole ladder over and throw it out of the office."—Chicago Tribune. —Albert Wilcox, of Bristol, Conn., was awakened from sleep one night recently py a sharp pain in his face Starting up suddenly he raised bis hand and found a rat on his pillow. Enraged at being disturbed, the rodent »et his teeth deeply in the man's cheek, causing hjjn to cry for help. Members of the family rushed to his room aud found him moaning. The bedclothes were soaked with blood, and it looked as though the man was bleeding to death. Dr. Williams was summoned, but before bis arrival the man, who ia well advanced in years, IwetfefeliUtti I * 4? the Experience of Two AVho Tried to v.nvfT the Knomy, It was the 20th of November, 1863, and the federal force, under the command of Gen. Meade, was encamped at Mine Run. How large a body of the enemy was near them, and in what direction it was to be feared, were questions yet to be determined. In obedience to the higher authorities, a number of scouts were sent out, in small \ squads and in pairs. Among the latter, ] who were of course expected to penetrate deeper inio the unknown than the larger parties, were Lee and his friend Knight. In order to accomplish their purpose the better, they had donned confederate uniforms. This, of course, would materially increase their danger in case of capture. It was late in the afternoon when they rode away from camp, and for eev- eral miles no adventure befell them. They had decided to make Orange Courthouse their goal, as the confederate outposts were believed to be just beyond that point. By skillful management, aided by their gray uniforms, they hoped to get in the town such points as would enable them to judge of the enemy's force and exact location. But when they were three miles away, or some half-dozen miles from their starting-point, Knight turned to Lee: "What is that on that hill yonder?" "I've just been looking at it," returned the other, "and it looks to me mightily like a battery." "There's more than a battery there," said Knight, shaking his head doubtfully; "it looks more like a brigade." "I don't believe there's a brigade of rebs within ten miles," answered Lee, testily, "but let's ride nearer." Acting on this suggestion, they approached the point where the doubtful body of men were located. They were challenged by a picket. Lee recognized the voice as belonging to an old Richmond acquaintance. "Why, Burton, don't you know me?" he asked, with great heartiness of manner. Burton looked hard at him through the gathering dusk of the November afternoon. "Dnrned if I do, unless its Lee," replied the picket, who, it is hardly necessary to say, was not aware of the 4th Georgia's loss of a sutler. "Lee it is," returned the scout; "this is my friend, Mr. Knight, Mr. Burton, one of the honorable class of high privates," "Same as myself," answered Burton, with a short laugh; "happy to meet you, Mr. Knight." ' The federal muttered something which might have meant an acknowledgment of the introduction, and accepted the confederate's proffered hand. "Many of the boys about here, Burton?" inquired Lee, in an off -hand manner. "Well, the regular picket-guard; the relief will be here in a few minutes. Hi, Jim! did you know Lee was here?" Thus summoned, the comrades of Burton gathered about the two federals. "Fourth Georgia, I s'pose, Mr. Knight?" asked Burton, by way of doing the polite; "didn't know you were in the neighborhood." "Yes, we've been here— that is, hanging round Meade — for some little time; we've heard of your being here, and Lee insisted on riding over to see -some of his old friends." . ::: "Did, eh? Well, I'm mighty glad .to, hear he remembered us so kindly. . Sort o' makes a man feel good, these war times. Say, Lee, if you're anxious to renew old acquaintances, there's plenty more on the road." "Are there?" aske<§Lee, with .genial interest; "and where may they i>e now?" "Well, I reckon they're pretty near all of them at Orange Courthouse by this time. Just about, I should say, for there comes the relief. " : "But not all of my acquaintances, I suppose?" asked Lee; "another regiment?" While Burton and Knight had been talking, he had ascertained that this was the outpost of a regiment of artillery, and supposed that some infantry was coming to support it in case of -an attack. "Another regiment! the dickens! It's old Pap Longstreet's whole corps." "You are joking." "No, I'm not; it's so— ain't it, Brown?" turning to a comrade; "they've been getting in all the afternoon, and they're just about settling themselves to salt mule and chicory now. Have a chaw?" A glance of quick intelligence passed between the two scouts, then, with the rapidity of thought, each had sprang upon the back of the horse nearest to him, and spurred away. The. astonished rebs grasped the situation in a moment. "Spies! Spies! Yankee spies!" they yelled, and fired hastily after the 'fast- fly ing figures. "And then and there was hurrying to and fro," as the alarm was given and the chase began. The fugitives bent their heads : down to their horses' necks, andgav^ the fleet animals the rein. The bullets' whistled about their ears, but still they rode on unharmed; the leaden' messengers £>f death tore up the earth- igfiier . ^he|.r ; horses' very feet; but:f aintep.and laihf- er grew the yells behind. 4*^Hx. 'Onward, still onwardi and np^ they ''are out of range; now tlp«y approach' the federal lines, and at last are rsfif e within them, astonishing' Gen.' ' "lif «?ade ; with the news of .60 'large • a 'foHe 5 ' nine " SHERMAN'S HUNGRY SOLDIERS. flow They Snntolnul Vp ft ttlnnor at V/hlcli Jtfi Hurt .tnst R«it. Down. Mr. .1. C. Jamison tells an interesting story of Sherman's inarch to tho sea* For eighteen days tho men hiul been ott quarters rations, and on this particular day they took up their weary march without any breakfast. Along abotii noon they came to a pretty plantation presided over by a cultured and wealthy adherent of the lost cause. His mansion was palatial, and everything the eye beheld betokened plenty. Visions of a square meal arose before the tired boys in blue, and those in tho van quickened their pace and soon werd on a dead run for the house. Mr, Jamison was something of a sprinter in those days, and was the first to reach the house. He (Cashed through the kitchen and headlong into the dining room, but no sooner had he passed the door than he stopped, transfixed with horror. Before him sat Gen. Sherman and some of his staff officers, the guests of the house. Before them was a steaming dinner. Anticipating instant arrest, Mr. Jamison tried to retreat, but the hungry hosts blocked the way. They shoved him forward, and a brawny hand reached over his shoulder and seized a savory spring chicken. That was a signal, and in an instant the groaning table was stripped of everything edible. "General," 'shouted the outraged exponent of southern chivalry, "do you stand silently by and see me thus plundered?" "Yes," quietly responded Gen. Sherman. "The boys are hungry. They have been on quarter rations for eighteen days, and we are living off the country. I guess they need the dinner worse than we do."—Pittsburgh Dispatch. LEGALLY DEAD. Have An Ex-Soldier Who Ig Supposed to Been Killed. "Did you ever see a dead man walking about?" queried a Griswold street insurance agent of a friend the other day. "Of course not." "Well, there is a case of it See that man on the corner?" "He looks pretty lively." "Yes, but he's legally dead. Let me tell you about him. We served in the same Ohio regiment in the war. At the battle of Groveton, which took place a day or two before Second Bull Run, he was detailed as a skirmisher. The confederates pushed forward, and as the skirmishers were running back to the lines this man stopped for a momenton a little knoll. A shell came through a, gap in the confederate lines, entered the base of the knoll, and when it exploded he was lifted twenty feet high." "And torn to pieces?" "We thought so, and a thousand men saw the performance. He was picked up by the confederates, sent to a hospital, and then held a year and a half as a prisoner of war. Our captain reported him dead, he was carried down the rolls as such, and even now the tangle has not been straightened out. When taken prisoner the confederates put him down as James instead of John, and that helped mix matters." .. "But was he badly wounded?" "No. He did not lose a drop of blood, but was simply stunned, and it was six months before his hearing was fully re- Stored. He has paid a claim agent over five hundred dollars to secure his discharge as a union soldier, but he has not got it yet."—Detroit Free Press. SMALL SHOT. THE swofld which Ouster tistd in campaigns • agaJnsb ther Indians, which helosj of the Uttje, session of a Gb\caj his HOUSTON COUNTY, Georgia, claims the youngest confederate soldier in the person of Augustus L. Dixon, who enlisted in 1803 under twelve years of age. ; FIELDS MARTIN, who lives near Flowery Branch, Ga., has worn a coat only a few times since the surrender of Gen. Lee. He says he feels more comfortable without one, no matter how cold the weather is. ; :: A SING ULAB incident is on record of this power of blind men to remember voices. Henry Singleton, colored, a member of Admiral Foote Post G. A. E.., of New Haven, when in a neighboring town met a blind comrade named John Porter, who, though he hadn't seen Singleton for twenty-eight years, recognized him by his voice as one of three runaway slaves whom he had halted while on guard on the union line near Newbern, N. C., in 1862. Porter recalled the affair in detail, and also named Singleton's two companions — Henry Chase and . William Ford. Aa twenty-eight years had elapsed ainca the incident occurred, the case is remarkable. — Brooklyn Standard Union. ONCE Gen. Sherman was asked by a gentleman how it was that he had al ways been willing to fight under Grant, without questioning, or caviling, or op» position, or backbiting, or trying to supplant him. His answer was characteristic and a key to the situation. BJgi said: "I could always plan a dozen different ways of accomplishing a military object, and Phil Sheridan would declare that he could fight any oiia of them out to victory; but we could neither of us tell which was really the beat plan- Then we would go to Grant, lay the whole of them before him and he; would tell us which plan was the best jand- why; and then we could see it top. grant's place was where he was, at the head:"— Troy Times. ''"'."jlA^TW WATEBS, living at Mechanic* yille, this county, has a family wq» record to be proud of. Be was himself a ; member of the 169th regiment, New York volunteers during the late war* and was in every engagement of regiment, thirty-three in all. >a,d four sons in the war, three in army and one in the navy; alao brother and eighteen nephews were the volunteer service. His father, " Waters, was in the war of grandfather, George Waters, lieutenant in the revolutionary! His grandfather on MB mother a Joseph Perry, was also in the ttonary war, and was wounded of Bunker *imo»t top flags, ctumoa wad Q$herijapleaj#ajlii of I ~-M f ¥, o| Lftto , "Is ttveatjr y«ftr$ WO: siou roll fo if 8m

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