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THE REPUBLICAN ,tdf(9. .AMKJNA,' IOWA. CAFTUBED BY INDIANS. An Adventure Among the Savage lWfttt*n fof.This Paper.l IHILE t in an Indian school at For Gibson, I. T.,in 1882, I formed the acquaintance of a young white hunter. Ho wus a noble, truthful young fellow, and I found much enjoyment in his company. Often, when I was lamenting m y isolation from home and friends, he -would try to woo mo from lonely thoughts 'by relating some of his personal adventures. The following is .given in his own words: "Three autumns ago I was one of a ? gay party of hunters, within the borders of that wild region over which the Ravage Comanches roamed and engaged in warfare with their dusky antagonists. ' "While we were stopping for a few •flays at the government post north of •our hunting grounds, there had been a 'few scattering rumors that the Co- manches were preparing to take the •warpath against the whites. But as •the officers placed no confidence in the .reports, having been fooled so often by •persons who liked to stir up excitement, we, also, paid no attention to ithem. "It was the second day after we had left the fort. I had become separated from my fellow-hunters. Catching •sight of an antelope on a distant hill, (and believing a herd to be near by, I ahad ridden rapidly toward it. •'1 pursued the antelope some dis- •tance down the hillside and across a -valley. At last it entered a heavy •timber, and I concluded that it would be useless for me to keep up the chase any longer. So resolving, I turned my horse's head back toward our distant camp, when, to my utter surprise, about a dozen wild Indians suddenly •darted from out the forest, and ere I .could offer the slightest resistance they tad me entirely surrounded. I knew -they were Colnanche braves, and realized immediately how utterly useless •it would be for me to attempt escape, "With wild whoops of triumph they •closed in on me. They were strong, iathlctic fellows. All were nearly nude, .and carried various barbaric weapons, 'They were not long in disarming- me, and, in .their uncouth jargon, . I was .given to understand that I would be forced to accompany them as a captive •to their camp or village. "I had ridden off unseen by my comrades, and was then too far from them 'to hope for rescue. So I was hurried away by my savage captors, farther rand farther from oflr own little camp, r "All that hazy afternoon I was urged along through woods and across prairies. Long before we came in sight of the Cornanche village, which was located in a wood .fringing a small river, the wind bore to my ears the wild, unearthly sounds of tomtoms and savage yells, which were dreadful enough to ••curdle one's blood. These sounds served to hurry my captors, and the ponies, .now tired from their forced run, were .-urged into a keen lope. As we neared line village the din became more fearfully appalling, and my heart seemed to refuse to do its regular duty. Indeed, it was my belief that the -minutes of my scalp were numbered, and in the unit' B column at that. "On the side of the village which we •entered and on an open space in the timber a great fire blazed. Hard by I MB ENT»EI,Y 8UBBOUNDED." I could see that a stout post had been •driven into the ground. Arouud both fire and post a hideously-painted horde of Comanche warriors, howling like *o many demoniacal spirits escaped from regions infernal, was engaged in a wild dance. The shadows of twilight had already fallen, but the ruddy .glow of the great fire brought out Vividly the barbaric ornaments and un- •ccuth streaks of paint that had been -doaued in honor of their wir dance. "As they howled and gyrated wildly •each brave would go througu the ceremony of striking bis gleaming tomahawk into the posjb, The energy of the performance illustrated the manner in which each Comanche warrior, ready for the war path, would sink his tomahawk into the skull of the unfortunate white. "As we approached my captors had .announced our presence by a series of prolonged yells. Almost immediately |he dancing warricrs broke circle and nurrouuded «s. One of the Indiana who had accompanied us, and who. Jjgejped .i_ -u« Q TCU-" rt * nn Uttla imno»ta 1 nn« my capture, as t sould .a&sity tell from the gesitnres made' in W* . iSireetioii, though the words were all feeek to me. Leering in my face, two stalwart Comanclu's dragged me fjfoni my fliul- dte. Fierce hands pushed, ,tne against the post near the fire, which scorched my face ami almost smatnercd me, and the circle of hideous dancers closed around me. "My advent was the signal for every dog, squaw and child in the camp to hasten to the scene .of excitement and add to the general uproar, and assist in the duty of heaping insults upon the white captive. "I noticed that the number of Indians was something immense, and concluded that they had been joined by warriors from some other tribe. 1 rightly conjectured that they were celebrating their union with a mighty war. dance, preparatory to a general uprising against the whites. "The dance was renewed with vigor, the entire population of the camp, as it appeared to me, joining in the mad scene. They jumped and whooped about me, gesticulating and brandishing their tomahawks and spears, deriving intense enjoyment from terrifying me without injuring me bodily. "The chief finally terminated the dance by ordering a special council to decide the question whether it would not be as well to turn their war dance into a scalp dance, and b.'gin their war against their enemies by scalping me and finishing my tortures at the stake. I understood this from the chief himself, who addressed the revelers in broken English. "A brawny Comanche brave led me to the chief's wigwam, where I was to be guarded until my fate was decided at the grand council. "As the red warriors rushed away toward the place of council, I was pushed into the chief's lodge, where. I sank hopeless and utterly exhausted upon a pallet of skins in one corner of the tepee. My guard, with a grunt of dia* approval at being obliged to stay away from the council, stationed himself on a large rock at the door of the tepee, from which he could catch the sound of the orators' voices at the council, while he smoked in characteristic stolid moroseness. He had not neglected the precaution to equip himself with both spear and tomahawk, and he presented on the whole the appearance of a very formidable guard. "Night wore on, and I could hear, ever and anon, voices in oratorical pitch, which I knew came from the council where I was the subject under august consideration. It took them a long while to come to a verdict with regard to my disposal, and I continued to hear them murmur, as if in hot dispute over the method of my doom. Nearly two hours must have dragged by since I had been brought to the chief's tspee. Suspense was gnawing deeply within me. I can never give anyone the faintest idea of the misery which I suffered there in waiting to learn my doom. I tried earnestly to woo an indifferent mood, to think of friends far away; but every effort to do so only served to unnerve me more, "The chief's wigwam was a large two-roomed tepee. Suddenly a slight stir in the opposite room attracted my attention. In another moment my eyes caught the dull gleam of a knife blade parting the bark of the t epee's partition close to where my head reclined on the skins. "What did it mean? Instantly I was all alert. Did I have a secret foe in that village, who intended to put me out of the way before the Comanches could butcher me by inches? I could easily have alarmed my guard, who kept his old position before the door; but what proof had I that he was not. in league with my secret assassin? I lay perfectly quiet, watching anxiously the small opening made in the bark partition near my head. Was it an enemy? ••Presently the knife blade was withdrawn, and through the opening came a low, cautious whisper which thrilled me through and through. " 'White man! listen! quick!' There was no secret enmity in that voice. Instantly I shifted ray head until my ear just rested against the slit in the bark of the tepee. White man remember Bioka?' said the voice close to my ear, "Instantly I recognized both voice and owner. Bioka was an intelligent Kiowa boy of sixteen whom I had seen at the fort with some traders of his own tribe. I had made the boy some trifling present, and while the traders had remained at the fort Bioka was much of his time at our camp. In that .way I had become well acquainted with the young Kiowa. "But how came Biokaattjhatvillage? I had been told that the Kiowas and Cojnanches were inveterate enemies and were constantly w wring against each other. However, Bioka soon accounted for this. " 'Bioka has been to the council of j trhe Comanches. He has heard,' whispered the boy. 'Listen! The Kiowas have come to the village of the Co- manehes. Their bate is buried, and together they will war against the whites. Bioka was forced to come, though he cannot love the bad Co- manches, who killed his father.' "The whispers were so gentle that they did not disturb my sullen, sphinx- like guard, smoking away before the tepee and listening to the din still kept up at the council. "Almost breathlessly I listened to Bioka as he whisp ered to me the verdict of the council. Owing to the chief's eloquence I was not tp be burned at the stake; but as I was fcrmly suspected of being a government scout, who, if I escaped, would carry word to the fort of the combined secret preparations of the Comauches and Kiowas lor war, I was to be given a novel slaughter, "When the xnoqn came up aud furnished sufficient light, I wight expee to be called forth from the chief's tepee Owing to an old tribal supersti tion among the Comanches, they wil not uegln war or endanger themselv in the deep darkness of j^g&t If warrior is &o unfortunate as to io$e his "Therefore, the Comanches would take no risks, until the moonliftht relieved the darkness. Then I was to be placed on my own pony, and be mfld* U swim the river below the village. The Indians would permit me to gain, the opposite bank and revel in the belief that I was .free, but just afc I would strike the underbrush over the stream, the Comanche and Kiowa braves, who were to he waiting ready mounted back in the woods, would swim th« river and dash after me in rival chasej Thus they had arranged for an exciting fox chase with me in the unpleasant capacity of Reynard. Comanche or Kiowa, whichever was able to catch me first, would add mighty laurels to ' his prowess as a warrior. So there was : no little rivalry among my dusky hunt- . ers. I "All this I understood from the brief | account which Bioka poured into my j ear. During the excitement which prevailed at the council, the Kiowa boy had encountered small difficulty in entering the chief's tepee unseen. "Bioka was not one to desert a friend in need, and before he left me he unfolded d, scheme or ruse b.v which I might hope to elude my savage pursuers. But I must promise to obey his instructions to the ?ery letter if I would escape. Of course I ,was only too glad to promise strict compliance with Bioka's directions. "When the moon neared the zenith, relieving +v i" dense shadows which ruled the forest, the stir and bustle in the Indian camp informed me that the time to begin the chase had arrived. The chief himself entered the lodge where I lay, and led me outside to a place where my horse stood bridled and saddled. "The chief conducted me as I led my horse down to the edge of the river. The rival warriors, ready mounted, waited like crouching panthers behind the trees. He made a great feint of friendly in tentions toward me, and when we reached the bank of the stream motioned for me to mount. I quickly obeyed. As I grasped the reins he handed me my rifla and revolvers and gave me leave to depart. •Would my little ruae be successful The fear that it might prove abortiv caused my heart to beat so loudly tha I was certain the old chief must hea it. However, I urged the horse forward, and fresh courage came to my aid. "The river, though narrow, was deep, and the current swift, but my pony was a good swimmer, and I plunged in. boldly. We were not long in reaching PITH ANb POINT. "BIOKA WAS KEEPING HIS PROMISE." safely the dense underbrush which —Mamma (from the sitttttff j rootn)- i "Why are you so still there, Ethel?" } Ethel— "Hecause ,Tack is still here." • "-Bad handwriting isn't alwa.y* ah indication of genius, but it is the onlj sign of genius that some unfortunate authors possess.—Somerville Journal. —Bre'r Seeall to Col. Gray—"Why, Ku'nul, whaffo' have yo' got youah pantaloons on backwa'ds foah?" Col. G.—"Why, yo' ignowump chile, to keep dem f'om baggum mde kn«es, im co se." —The Long-Headed Housekeeper.— Clerk—"You say you have H.ve windows and only want four sen ens?" Customer—'-Yes. I want to kt ep one window open to let the flies get out."—N. Y. Sun. --Brown—"I don't see .Terry with Miss Charmer lately. You told me he had fallen in love with her." Fogg— "Yes, he did fall in love with'her, but her father raised him."—Boston Transcript. —Watts—"At what age would you ay a woman ceases to be fascinating?" 'otts—"Before I answer that qviestion ,ell me how young a boy am T allowed o consider in the case?''—Indianapolis 'ournal. "Your son, I hear, is becoming an excellent landscape painter." "He is." Does he imitate nature well?" "Imitate naturel He beats nature. He can jut colors in a landscape that nature never dreamed off."—N. Y. Press. —Surprising News. —Jagman—"What was it you told Brown about me that seemed to surprise him so much? Did you tell him I was intoxicated yesterday?" Chapman—"No, I told him you were sober to-day."—Saturday Evening Herald. —"Don't you think," she said archly to the visitor behind the scenes, "that most of these jokes about ballet girls "are rather thin?" "Perhaps so," he replied, much embarrassed. "But then you know it's a pretty thin subject to tackle."—Washington Post. —"Have you seen the lions in Central park?" asked a New York gentleman of a little boy. "Yes; they are spoiled lions." "Spoiled?" "Yes, spoiled. I saw a little girl throw a piece of bread into the cage, and the lion didn't touch it. He wanted cake I suppose." —This was a Woman.—Scene—Telegraph office.—"That makes ten words, madam." "Am I not entitled to send two words more?" '''Certainly, madam." "Very well, then, have the kindness to put the words "In haste" on the envelope of the telegram."—Yankee Blade. —A Result of Experience.—"Great heavens! What's that?" exclaimed the new star, darting to one side. "That's only the glare of our new calcium reflector for the transformation scene." "Oh," resumed the actor, much relieved, •'for a moment I thought it was the headlight of a locomotive." —"Well," snarled Mr. Topuoody, "I flon't see much difference between an idiot with his mouth ope.n and an idiot with his mouth shut." "And you have such a large mouth, too,'' murmured Mrs. Topnoody dreamily. And Mr. Topnoody kicked the cat half way across the room.—Detroit Free Press. —Summer Saunterers—"Is that your son, Mr. Peavine? And only ten years old! He has grown famously." Farmer Peavine—"He's all o' that, Bill is; he's the infamousest boy in these parts." Summer Saunterers (after departing)— "The old gentleman is quite a character." Farmer Peavine's Daughter— WAR, REMINISCENCES, A BATTLE WITHIN A BATTLE. lined the opposite bank. The Indians had made no motion to detain me, but as'my pony with me disappeared within the brush, there came a chorus of yells from the other side, while several shots peppered the trees around me. "Now was my time to try my little ruse. L eaping quickly from my pony's back, I gave him a keen whack with the barrel of a revolver that ssnt him off through the forest on a mad gallop. Disencumbered of my weight, I knew the red rogues would not be ahle to overtake him. "My next act was to slip myself immediately into a niche in the side of the , bluff, where Bioka had advised me to hide. Here I crouched, fearing to breathe, while the yelling rivals swam the river and dashed onward after the fleeing but riderless pony. It was evident they suspected no such trick being played them, for they swept swiftly past my secure hiding-place, each endeavoring to outride the others. "After the warriors were well away from the river, I crept carefully from out the niche in the bluff, and as speedily as I could made my way to a large clump of willows up the river. The moonbeams filtered silverly through the wind-swayed branches, revealing a canoe with a human form sitting motionlessly therein. My heart gave o great bound of joy. I knew that Bioka vas keeping his promise. 1 was soon seated in the canoe, and my faithful Kiowa friend rowed off up he stream. Occasionally we caught he receding yells of the outwitted wawiors, who still kept up their wild shase. Bioka rowed us in safety to a point where we were only a short distance Ironi the fort. Abandoning the canoe we set out on foot-for the fort, which ;he moonlight rendered distinct on the rolling prairie. "We reached the post, where my friends and I haft been so well entertained during our ten days' sojourn there, and f ronj. which we had but so recently departed on our hunting tour. Bioka and I told our story to the com* mandiug officer, an4 had the satisfaction of knowing that our timely warning had sayed a great outbreak. The Comanches and Kiowas for once had buried their old tribal enmities and had perfected secret preparations for a combined attack OS their common foes, the whites.' Tfcus, unintentionally, I played tne part of government scout, after all. "My friends aj»4 I never afterward hunted near (4*9 Cowanches' ranges. Bioka did no* go^efc to the was er Peavine—"It's, all right, Tildy. It pleases them city folks to get hold of an original character, you know- That little turn of mine tickled them mightily. They'll take the rooms." And they did.—Boston Transcript. THEY WANTED TO BE TEACHERS. Specimen Answers Given by Applicants for School Positions. A correspondent sends us from the far west some evidence that it is always the school-children who have queer ideas regarding the meaning of words She has transcribed from several handred replies to questions given in the examination of applicants for the position of teacher in certain counties of a western state the following. The candidates were asked to define plagiarism. Here are eight of the answers. (1.) Plagiarism is an occult science. (2.) Plagiarism is the act of plaguing. (8.) It is the state of believing differently from the majority of people. (4.) 'it is. the act of telling falsehoods about an opponent. (5.) It is downright meanness. (6.) It is having the disposition to fight. (7) It is something made correct by usage. (8.) I do not know unless it relates to the power of witching. Define pedagogics. (1) Pedagogics is f email teachers. (3.) It relates to petty rulers. It that case there is something about pedagogics in the history of Europe, also history of the United States and the Bible. (3. 1 * It is the history of one's good or bad deeds. (4.) Pedagogics is an old teacher that's cranky. What are metamorphic rocks? They are rocks composed of little animals called metamorphoses. What is the derivation of the word polypus? It is derived from poly, many, and pus, puss, mauy cats. What is anatomy? Auatoniy ia extinct In a dead boddy. What can you say of the use of pain and pleasure? (!•) P ain & °* no U8e ' but it is bad for the health. (2.) Pain gives the physician practice. (8.) Pain tells us that all is not rigut in the region where the pain is. There are man? kinds Of pain, enough for every one to have some. Pleasure is useful because it promotes health, it lets us unjoy ourselves while the pains are absent. Describe l*w» bee - The bee ;ha8 w ings, 4 leggs. It has 1 part at the enjj of the 'boddy not the head that is poi- senoua. He is classed amoug flies. Give, an account of Horace Greeley, He 1^ the Greeley expedition iato the .turned cannible, pating uj> their when proviiton* ff%W of fhe Minr K <r* of Two Werfrt Soldier* take C|> Their Masters' <;anse. Our battery had been doing splendid service. ' From our position on the right we could see the shells drop in the woods and break up the formation of the con federate cavalry every time they left cover. W.e knew where they were. Jeb ,'ituart's old troopers were there. Wade Hamilton's dragoons were there. Fitz Lee's hard fighters were there—Im- bodcn, Ilosser, Alosby—every confederate cavalry command we had fought in Virginia was making ready in the shelter of the woods to charge on our left flank. "Boom! boom! boom!" The gunners knew what was at stake. The orders were to die at the. guns if the position could not 1)3 held. For half an hour their bursting shells kept the front clear, and we of the eavalry cheered them. "What's that!" Out from the cover of the forest at half a dozen places gallop the gay troopers by hundreds. They wheel to the right and left, form in two lines, take their distance, close up with a trembling motion, and now there will be a grand charge. The shells burst in front of them, over them, among them, but discipline is stronger than the fear of death. Lestt than three hundred of us—all cavalry—to support the battery! If that mob of gray riders ever reaches the foot of the slope we shall be picked up :md sent whirling- like dry leaves in a hurricane. The fire of the six guns becomes more rapid—it is truly terrific; but in their haste the gunners do less execution. ''Left wheel — forward — half-right dress!" Just two hundred and seventy-eight of us by actual count as we dress in two ranks: What are we going to do? '' Draw sabers—for ward—trot—gallop —charge!" . They are driving us down at that body of men—ten times our number—to break .and check the charge. If we can stop them for ten minutes the battery will be saved by the infantry. We oblique to the left as we go to close up. We are a living wedge, driving down to enter a living mass and spli* it in twain. Afraid? No! There is an exultation —a sort of drunkenness—about it which drowns all fear. It's taking awful chances—odds of a hundred to ofce—but there comes a species of insane delight when one figures such desperate odds. They are coming at a gallop— we are charging at full speed. Every carbine is slung to its owner's back; the sabre is to settle this. They are yelling as they come; we "yi! yi! yi" in reply. Can the wedge enter? Is the Impetus strong enough to break a way into the solid wall of living men and horses? 1 ook along their line as the distance decreases with fearful rapidity, arid I ealized that the shock will be tremendous. Here it conies! Brace for it! Shut your teeth hard—grip with your knees— nind your stirrups! Crash—smash- whirl—dust—smoke! The wedge enters! The wedge drives ihead over fallen horses and dismounted riders—yelling, slashing, cutting- keeping its pace. A trooper slashes a me—a horse goes down in front of mine I feel myself falling with my horse and then I am out of the fight for moment. The darkness which enshroudec things passes away after a bit, and I find my horse lying across my feet,with the saddle flap so holding them that his dead body must be lifted up to get me clear. The charge of the gray troopers was broken. That wedge drove right through the mass and turned to attack them in rear. Swirling about in circles like the vultures of war, the mass of men edges away until the field around me is clear of all but dead and wounded. I've got a saber-cut on the shoulder, and can feel the warm blood bathing my arm, but I know I could walk if I could get my feet clear. I am working to extricate them, when I hear hoof- beats behind me, and next momenta riderless horse dashes up and comes to a halt. Ah! but how the glory of battle excites a horse! See how red his nostrils —how high his head—the glare in his eyes—the tail held out like a plume— i the ears working and the legs dancing! He has not been hit, but he has left his ridor dead back there in the stubble a federal captain, The horse stands pawing and snorting, when out from the whirl of death, half a mile away, breaks a chestnut charger and comes galloping down upon us. There is blood on the saddle- flaps—drops of blood on his shiny flanks. It is not his blood, but that of the confederate major who rode him, aud who has been cut down by the stroke of a sabre. It is gray vs. chestnut—federal vs. onfederate. The newcomer is still a mndred feet away, when the gray rushes at him with ears laid back and mouth open, and as I watch them I orget that shells are screaming, bul- ets whistling and the sabre doing >loody work within sound of nay voice. As the two horses come together they rear np. neigh defiance at each other, 4nda fight begins-r-a battle withi* a battle. Eftch seems imbued with a teadly hatred for the other, und to be determined \o destroy Ms antagonist Now they rear up and strike viciously at each oilier. Now they wheel as one and kick and 4tter shrill screams. Now they bear off to the left—now to the right—now crash together and strike and bite as if possessed of the spirit of furies. Of a sudden I realise that they close upon me. In their n»ad fury/ r see neither dead nc-r woun4ed----heiir not the shot and shout of battle. The gray kicks a dead man **We asfce bjaekg up for a fresh, e&ort; nujb taftmples the life ou£ o|» o*er ,ne if t do not stop them! f heels of tn«J gfhflr are throwing dirt l my face as I uhsling my carbine and reist tt across toy dead horse lot ri'fehofc I fire at the gray^ as he is nearest and the greatest menace, biit the tfaltet misses the target At that inotnenfc they begin to work to the left, and ifl the next they are passing me, leaping- over dead horses and trampling* ott dead men as they scream and bite afid kick. ' ' Above the roar of battle I hear *•. rifle-shell coming. It gives out a growling, complaining sound which no matt > ever hears without a chill. The sound grows louder — nearer — crash! Tho horses were fifty feet away, and it musfc have struck ono of them. There was a cloud of smokf*. -a whizzing of ragged, fragments, and when I could see again, both horsea ( vern down—torn and mangled and -Omost blotted off the face of the earth by the awful force of the explosion.—M. 'Quad, in N. Y. World. REASSURED ~BY~ A VOICE. of the An Episode of tho Closing Diiys War. At the close of the civil war, many of the leading men of the south hastened to make their escape from the country, fearing imprisonment and possible death at the hands of the frovernment. Among these was Judah P. Benjamin, the secretary of state of the confederacy. .. For many days Mr. Benjamin had * been in the forests of Florida, trying to- make his way to the coast, where he relied upon finding a vessel in which he could reach England. He kept on, living upon what roots and berries he could find, not daring to approach civilization for fear of arrest, until finally he sank at the foot of a tree', completely exhausted. He had not the heart to go farther, and made up his mind to lie where ho was and give it up. Weak and drowsy, he was just sinking into a half-sleep, half-stupor when he heard a harsh, uncanny voice pronounce the words: "Hurrah for Jeff Davis!" Aroused, he looked about him, saw no one, and thinking he must have been dreaming, again sank back. Once more came the strange voice, "Hurrah for Jeff Davis!" and now he rose to his feet and listened. Again the words were repeated. Faint and weak, almost out of his mind, he stumbled on to find the man or thing that had uttered those words. He had gone hardly a hundred yards, when he entered a clearing in which was a cabin. He tottered to its door and fell exhausted. The inmates of the cabin cared for dm, and he soon became able to con- inue his journey, but before starting related his strange experience in the wood to his preservers, who then told him that the words had come from -a >arrot who was in the habit of roaming n the woods. Reassured, Mr. Benjamin now told ihem who he was, and with their assistance, reached the coast in safety, whence he was taken in a vessel to Engiand, and, as every one knows, afterward became one of the most- celebrated lawyers at the ba£ of that country.—Youth's Companion. ABOUT OLD SOLDIERS. HETTRY W. SLOCUM, of the famous ol% Twelfth Corps, is said to stand near the head of the roster of surviving war generals of the army. JOSEPH PATTON, who lives near Clifton Hill, in Randolph county, Mo., still has the pony he rode in the confederate army. It is how thirty-six years old and as fat as a mole, not having been vised any, or very little, for some years. WILLIAM RANSOM was a private in Company G, Ninety-ninth Illinois infantry, and according to evidence in the possession of the government, was killed at Vicksburg on, August 19, 1863. Somebody has been dra wing a pension in the name of this same Ransom since August 11, 1803, and has lately secured an increase and something over one thousand dollars back pension. THE number of war veterans in the employ of the various departments of the city government of New York is 197, divided as follows: bureau of chief engineer, 23; bureau of water purveyor, 79; bureau of sewers, 29; bureau of streets and roads, 17; bureau of repairs and supplies, 33; bureau of lamps and gas, 1; bureau of street improvements, 3; bureau of water register, 22. The above does not include laborers an4 mechanics, of whom there are many employed. Gov. BDCKNEB, of Kentucky,-he who held Fort Donelson against Grant after Pillow and Floyd had skedaddled, has been at West Point enjoying th'e old scenes and telling stories. He was at the academy with Grant for three ypars, and says of him: "Grant was the most fearless rider I ever saw at West Point He rode a horse named Rocket. And I have seen him take a six-f oat hurdle |n the basement of the old academical building, when nearly every one pres* ent expected that he would have hjg brains dashed out against the low ceil-' ing or his leg or back broken by coming in collision with the posts that are dis* tributed throughout the haiy V-,In.dia.n* apolis Journal. CAPT. J. B, WILUAMS, of Alabama,, if in a peculiar position, He was a gpl« , dier in the confederate army. In Maj» 1865, he was captured and released on v parole. "Now," he said, -the strangjt fact is, I have never been released fjiii^ that parole: And, of course, w»ift t |^ am discharged J aw idwply a tf-"-*-- States prisoner on parole. I have; taken the oath of allegiance m thai! aa/i count But there n,ee4 be «a J my taking up arms against 1" ment The {wli$icianj9 inajr go and do or say what they njeaaf do no fighting ftgajust thia <#Hjn government 5« " _ foreign people get S»fe» &\ then 1 ! when m -^ parole f. , worn «ut at the are

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