ing to the books served to amuse Massachusetts is not disposed to be them for the time. A Chaplain as liberal to us now when we have had just been appointed for the become loyal and respectable, as Infantry. He was, doubt- he was in our disreputable days less, an excellent man. But he of rebellion! was too nice and tidy, too much on the band-box style, to be popu- Col. M.'s regiment of "crittur lar with the ragged roughs of his soldiers" was rather famous for regiment. One day he came along playing Quartermaster and Comwith a bundle of tracts, which he missary on their own hook. This wished to distribute. He approach- they had done so effectually in a ed a group deeply absorbed in that certain neighborhood in Georgia popular game known, among the that they had exhausted every classic students of Hoyle, as "sev- thing save a fodderstack, which en-up." In his blandest tones, belonged to a generous old wohe said, "Gentlemen, may I leave man, who had given freely as long a few tracts with you?" "Yes," as her scanty supplies lasted.politely replied one of the afore- But as this fodder was her only said classic students, "You may dependence for her solitary cow leave us a pair of tracts (tracks) if during the winter months, she you make the toes point the other vehemently protested against the way." The ground was duly im- "crittur companies" taking it.— pressed with the tracts, (tracks) They determined, however, according to direction, if the men have it, she protesting that "somewere not. thing dreadful would overtake them for such wickedness." The After the surrender of the Army reckless boys nothing daunted proof Northern Virginia, many of ceeded to load their own backs the old Louisianians took water with the fodder, anticipating one transportation home. Arriving good feed for the expectant "critat the wharf at New Orleans on turs." It so happened that there board a U. S. steamer, we were was a long lane through which not permitted to go immediately the troopers had to defile with ashore. A crowd, however, soon their new style of knapsacks.— collected around the wharf, and Lightwood knots were not scarce we inquired anxiously who was in that country. (Head Quarters in command. A dozen voices in the saddle says that there are answered "Gen. Banks." A de- fire-brands in the good old State lighted old reb cried out, "Bully to this hour. See letter touching for us, boys, no more starvation the Hon. B. H. Hill.) Woman's times, our good old Commissary wit is not often at fault, and a is here!"

resolute woman is-a resolute woman. The lady from Georgia raised one of the burning brands aforesaid, and reaching the throat of the lane before the head of the column, she applied it to the knap

Colonel E. A. O. gives us an incident of camp-life around Manassas in 1861:

sack of the first bold trooper. The over the great victories in Ohio blaze communicated to the knap- and Pennsylvania. "The Demosack of the second gay cavalier crats are whipping our boys again. and so on through the line. The Oh! Oh! Oh! Ha! Ha! Ha! Hip! great Commissary in his 2.40 race Hurrah!" from the redoubted Stonewall did not make such excellent time as did the "crittur soldiers" on that memorable night. The lone and unprotected female looked on at We had an inclosure, or ring, the blazing line of light streaking where drunken and insubordinate through the darkness, like some men were confined. This was fiery comet, and then exclaimed commonly called the "Pen," but in slightly sarcastic tones, "I the jolly sons of the Emerald Isle told them owdacious, onmannerly always called it the "Pin," and fellows that something dreadful as they were more familiar with would happen to 'em ef they took my old cow's roughness."

Long may the lone and lorn lady live to do battle for the right and the roughness of the old cow, and when she has to watch the flight of another blazing meteor, may she have Burnside's "powerful field glass" to aid her vision!

it than any other class of soldiers, they ought to have known the right name of it. One day, the officer on duty heard a most unusual uproar among the prisoners in the "Pin," where two negroes happened to be confined at that time, for an undue attachment to Commissary whiskey. One of these was a bright mulatto, the We heard, in Kentucky, a story other was as black almost as upon a celebrated Union man, Brownlow's character. The offiwhich will bear repetition. His cer, Lieutenant S. listened on the sympathies were all with the outside and heard, above the upSouth, but his principles and his roar of Irish voices, the wellsupposed interests were with the known tones of "a man and Union army. Still he could not brother," crying out, dar, dar, help being glad of Confederate dat 'll do! O Lor. O Lor. it'll victories, and while he talked never come out in dis wurl. I'se sadly of them, his face would born'd so. Dar, dar, it won't smile. One day, he came into a come off." Stepping to the gate, crowd collected at the famous Lieutenant S. witnessed a scene summer resort, Crab Orchard, which baffles all description.with a countenance beaming with Mike and Pat and two other joy, and announced in melan- Irishmen were rubbing the faces choly tones, "I have the worst of the two negroes together so possible news, that rascal Lee has vigorously as to make the applicabeen whipping our boys again!" tion rather unpleasant. With similar joyous faces and that," shouted Lieut, S. "what mournful accents, the new con- on earth are you doing?" "Is verts to Radicalism are talking that you, Leftenant?" said Mike

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in his richest accents, "beggin'
yer honor's pardon, one of the you are wanting, Dan?”
nagers is too black and one of
'em is too white, and we was jist
mixin' colors and tryin to aqualize
'em! We're afther no harm at
all, at all!"

Jack D. "Is it the countersign

Dan. "It's that same, my man, and ye can't go by till ye give it." Jack D.

"Oh, the countersign is Jackson. Why did'nt you tell me at first what you wanted?" Dan. "The countersign is

Oh, that Mike and Pat could visit some of the "Pins," known as Negro Conventions, where right. But how the divel did you whites are mixed up with the find it out down at the Ferry?" blacks. We would wish them all joy in the pleasant little task of "aqualizing colors!"

Company D. of the 8th Alabama, was known at home as the Independent Blues. On its way Our Montgomery (Ala.,) friend to the seat of war, the cars stopped furnishes the next two anecdotes: at Wytheville, Virginia, and as Dan Whelan was an Irishman, usual the ladies were out in full and is yet, unless he has turned force and full feather with their Radical, or is dead. At the be- sweet smiling faces and their ginning of the war, he was a mem- flowers, and what we prized still ber of the "Cadets," 4th Ala- more highly, a good supply of bama infantry, and was stationed eatables. Private S. was the reone night between our camp and cipient of a beautiful boquet, and Harper's Ferry to prevent our with it a regular set speech, endboys from going to the latter ing with, "I don't know what I place, where it was feared they shall do when the soldiers go might get unhealthy fluids. Now away. I believe that I shall die Dan was as brave a lad as ever with the blues." flourished a shillalah at Donny "Well, Madam," he gallantly Brook Fair, but he was very replied, "in my opinion, you nearly an "innocent," as the Irish could not die in a better company, express it with great delicacy. but would it not be better to live Dan had been on post but a few for one of them?" minutes, when he heard steps approaching, and a rich manly voice. singing,

"Oh, I'm a simple Irish youth.” Dan might have taken this to be rather personal, but on his lonely post, he was too glad to recognize the voice of Jack Davenport an ex circus clown.

Dan. "I knows ye well enough, Jock, but me orders don't allow me to let ye pass till ye say Jock

son."

A. F. H., of Tuskegee Ala., gives the next two incidents:

Sam B., of Co. F. was the sutler of our regiment, as good as the average of his "rank," cared more for his position as keeping him out of the way of unhealthy shooting than he did for making and keeping rebel money. Like most men of his "persuasion," he could swear a little, and when he was particularly mad, he could

use as many "cussin' words" as one in the division, to bring me a a teamster. On one occasion, light and let me see what was left. when he had been absent for a Would you believe it, one of these week, he drove up with his wagon scamps went to his tent and lightempty instead of having it full of ed one of my own stolen candles the "goodies," we were anxiously and brought it to me!" looking for. "Nature abhors a "Did you cuss any, Sam?” vacuum” and soldiers have nature asked an interested by-stander. enough in them to hate an empty "No, I didn't," said poor Sam, sutler's wagon. So they insisted "I could find no cussin' words upon Sam's giving an explana- big enough to express my feeltion, which he did with evident ings." reluctance and some preliminary "cussin'"'

O, ye people of the land we love, when dear, sweet old Thad talks about the "penitentiary of hell" may you be equally prudent as Sam B., and for a better reason.

“Well, you see, my team was stalled just in front of Johnson's division and I asked the boys if some of them would help me out of the mud. A whole brigade of It is said that Gen. Lee had no them came out. I thought that great love for these sutlers, and they were the politest and most the following anecdote, which I accommodating fellows I ever saw. cannot vouch for of my own perThey thought nothing of getting sonal knowledge, looks that way. in the mud around my wagon.A number of these fellows had esThey fairly swarmed about it. tablished themselves around OrThey were behind at the wheels, ange C. H., and their charges and I was forward at the team were so exorbitant that the boys a coaxing and persuading them- Shermanized the whole of their and "cussin'" suggested a by- establishment. The sufferers came stander and cussin' a little, I in a body to Gen. Lee, seeking acknowledge the corn. Presently "security for the future," as it we started and the wagon seemed was useless to talk of "indemnity fairly to skip over the ground. I thought it was too light, and I stopped to reconnoitre, (ain't that the right word? I never fought much, you know. "None whatever," suggested a listener.) Well, I got in the wagon to look, and there warn't a darn'd thing in it but two empty barrels! I holler- Gen. Lee. "Had you not then ed at the rascals but I got no an- better set up shop somewhere swer but pop, pop, pop-they were cracking my goobers at me! I stormed and raved, but finding that was no use, I begged any honest man among them, if there was

for the past." Their tale of barter and loss was listened to patiently, and ended in an instructive and edifying discourse.

Gen. Lee. "You think that the boys treated you badly?”

Sutlers. "Outrageously, General, outrageously."

else?"

An ex-cavalry officer now in Independence, Mo., tells us of A CUTE WAY TO SAVE OLD

"death's head in every closet," and we have sadly discovered that there is a devil in every printing office!

Tuscaloosa, Alabama, gives the next anecdote:

BACON. In the summer of 1864, in our own office. The Italian McCausland, while gallantly dis- proverb has it that there is a puting the advance of Hunter up the valley of Virginia, passed by the house of an old lady who had for that time an almost fabulous wealth of bacon. She was told that Hunter's men had as good noses as Butler himself, and that she had better hide her bacon.- In the summer of 1861, Rodes' She proved to be an "older sol- brigade (then under Ewell) was dier," however, than her advisers on the march from Fairfax Stafor she piled her bacon in the tion to Springfield. A halt was yard, dusting each piece carefully called for some purpose, and as with a little flour. McCausland the 6th Alabama was resting by had hardly disappeared, when the roadside, a young Virginian "the boys in blue" swarmed over rode up, in citizen's clothes, and the yard, and with yells of delight, therefore was a fair mark for the seized upon the meat. But seeing sarcastic shots of the rebel sharpthe suspicious color (for they had shooters. He wore a "stove an intuitive aversion to anything pipe" hat over his store-clothes, white) they asked her what was and his fine manly appearance the matter with the meat. "I was a reproach to his life out of can't tell yer. McCausland's men the army. His splendid horse, piled it out there, and they was a doin' somethin' to it, and they said old Hunter would have a nice fry, and they kinder laughed like." Every piece of meat was dropped instanter, and they all called for water to wash their hands of that job.

too, looked too much like a war charger to be the drudge of a "meelish." He had the longest hair I ever saw on any one in breeches, and it was very suggestive, for even at that early period of the war, an insect had made its appearance, which was familiarly known as "grey-back."Altogether, a better subject for a tired soldier's raillery could not present itself. Every eye brightened, and every mouth watered in anticipation of the treat.

"Halloo, Mister, is you gwine to jine the cavalry?" "I say, big boy, is you weaned yet?" "Does your mammy know you 'r out?" "Let him alone, that's pap's baby!" "His Mudder's pride, his Fader's joy!" "The darlin' little, blue-eyed boy."

Amid a storm of such missiles,