that he had tested the river everywhere, and no spot had he found that was fordable." "I don't care, General, if he did," said Forrest; "he told you a d-d lie, as I am ready to swear that I waded the river not half an hour ago, as my wet clothes will testify. And now, gentlemen, as it is getting late, it is high time you should be acting. Will you take my advice and make your escape?” No," was the reply, "it is too late." "I have one request to make," said Forrest; "I have a fine regiment of cavalry here, and I want permission to take it out. Grant me this much, and I'm off." General Buckner nodded his head, when Forrest bolted out of the house, took his command, crossed the river, at the aforesaid place, and made his escape without the loss of a man. A GOOD MARKSMAN. The effectiveness of the batteries is proverbial. While advancing on Resaca, when Sweeney's division was on the right and in reserve, Captain Arndt's Michigan battery was wheeled into position. "Do you see that house?" said the captain, addressing one of his gunners, and pointing to a building a mile away. "I do, captain," was the response. The piece was levelled, the lanyard drawn, and the chimney of the house fell with a crash! tiger, while every living heart on board was throbbing with anxiety for safety, they were suddenly called upon to render the last and most solemn rites known to our existence. No time then to stop in mid-ocean, while words that consigned "dust to dust," "ashes to ashes," went up in presence of the grim destroyer, but still dashing onward through the waves a short and hurried service, a heavy splash, and a body sank to its eternal resting-place in the broad ocean's bosom, while all that was dear to it in life sped from it on its way like the arrow from the bow." THE SOLDIER BIRD. - One day in the spring of 1861, Chief Sky, a Chippewa Indian, living in the northern wilds of Wisconsin, captured an eagle's nest. To make sure of his prize he cut the tree down, and caught the eaglets as they were sliding from the nest to run and hide in the grass. One died. He took the other home, and built it a nest in a tree close by his wigwam. The eaglet was as big as a hen, covered with soft brown down. The red children were delighted with their new pet; and as soon as it got acquainted, it liked to sit down in the grass and see them play with the dogs. But Chief Sky was poor, and he had to sell it to a white man for a bushel of corn. The white man brought it to Eau Claire, a little village alive with white men going to the war. "Here's a recruit," said the man. "An eagle, an eagle!" shouted the soldiers, "let him enlist;" and sure enough, he was sworn into the service with ribbons round his neck, red, white, and blue. AMUSING INCIDENT. Charles Gates, a On a perch surmounted by stars and stripes, minor son wished to enlist, but his aged parents the company took him to Madison, the capital of objected to it. One morning he was sent to the state. As they marched into camp Randall, drive the cows to pasture, on his way to work, with colors flying, drums beating, and the people taking his dinner with him. But at night he did cheering, the eagle seized the flag in his beak and not come back, because he had run away and spread his wings, his bright eye kindling with the enlisted. He remained through the three years spirit of the scene. Shouts rent the air; "The without a furlough, and returned with the regi- bird of Columbia! the eagle of freedom forever! ment unharmed by rebel bullets. He arrived in The state made him a new perch, the boys named the old pasture at home one night just at "cow-him "Old Abe," and the regiment, the Eighth time," and leisurely drove up the same old cows Wisconsin, was henceforth called "the Eagle regas if he hadn't been away for three years. His iment." On the march it was carried at the head reception" was a joyful one, none the less so of the company, and everywhere was greeted because his coming was a complete surprise. with delight. At St. Louis, a gentleman offered five hundred dollars for it, and another his farm. No, no, the boys had no notion of parting with their bird. It was above all price, an emblem of battle and of victory. Besides it interested their minds, and made them think less of hardships and of home. A BURIAL AT SEA.-A correspondent at Nassau, N. P. wrote as follows: "A melancholy incident occurred upon the steamship Fannie, while being chased by a Yankee man-ofwar. One of the passengers on board, Captain I cannot tell you all the droll adventures of the Frank Du Barry, late chief of ordnance on Gen. bird through its three years of service, its flights Beauregard's staff, C. S. A., died. Preparations in the air, its fights with the guinea hens, and its had to be completed for his burial, which took place amid all the excitement of the chase. A burial at sea is a ceremony at all times full of solemnity, but it is when coupled with such events as this that war assumes its most repulsive aspect. In that frail little steamer, quivering with her efforts to escape the relentless fate bearing down on her with frowning guns, and the ferocity of a race with the darkies. When the regiment was in summer quarters at Clear Creek in Dixie, it was allowed to run at large, and every morning went to the river half a mile off, where it splashed and played in the water to its heart's content, faithfully returning to camp when it had enough. Old Abe's favorite place of resort was the sutler's tent, where a live chicken found no quarter in his presence. But rations got low, and for two days Abe had nothing to eat. Hard-tack he objected to, fasting was disagreeable, and Tom, his bearer, could not get beyond the pickets to a farmyard. At last, pushing his way to the colonel's tent, he pleaded for poor Abe. The colonel gave him a pass, and Tom got him an excellent dinner. "Well, no, Medill; I think Hood's army is about in the fix of Bill Sykes' dog, down in Sangamon county. Did you ever hear it?" Of course, the answer was, "Never." "Well, Bill Sykes had a long, yaller dog, that was forever getting into the neighbors' meathouses and chicken-coops. They had tried to kill it a hundred times, but the dog was always One day a rebel farmer asked Tom to come too smart for them. Finally, one of them got a and show the eagle to his children. Satisfying bladder of a coon, and filled it up with powder, the curiosity of the family, Tom sat him down in tying the neck around a piece of punk. When the barnyard. Oh what a screeching and scat- he saw the dog coming he fired this punk, split tering among the fowls; for what should Abe do open a hot biscuit and put the bladder in, then but pounce upon one and gobble up another, to buttered all nicely and threw it out. The dog the great disgust of the farmer, who declared that swallowed it at a gulp. Pretty soon there was was not in the bargain. Abe, however, thought an explosion. The head of the dog lit on the there was no harm in confiscating, nor did Tom. porch, the fore-legs caught astraddle the fence, Abe was in twenty battles, besides many skir- the hind-legs fell in the ditch, and the rest of the mishes. He was at the seige of Vicksburg, the dog lay around loose. Pretty soon Bill Sykes storming of Corinth, and marched with Sherman came along, and the neighbor said: 'Bill, I guess up the Red river. The whiz of bullets and the there aint much of that dog of your'n left.' scream of shells were his delight. As the battle Well, no,' said Bill; 'I see plenty of pieces, but grew hot and hotter, he would flap his wings and I guess that dog, as a dog, aint of much more acmingle his wildest notes with the noise around count.' Just so, Medill, there may be fragments him. He was very fond of music, especially Yan- of Hood's army around, but I guess that dog, as kee Doodle and Old John Brown. Upon parade a dog, aint of much more account.” he always gave heed to "Attention." With his eye on the commander, he would listen and obey orders, noting time accurately. After parade he would put off his soldierly air, flap his wings, and make himself at home. The rebels called him "Yankee Buzzard," "Old Owl,” and other hard names; but his eagle nature was quite above noticing it. The rebel General Price gave orders to his men to be sure and capture the eagle of the Eighth Wisconsin; he would rather have it than a dozen battle flags. But for all that he scarcely lost a feather; only one from his right wing. His tailfeathers were once cropped by a bullet. At last the great rebellion came to an end, and the brave Wisconsin Eighth, with their live eagle and torn and riddled flags, were welcomed back to Madison. They went out a thousand strong, and returned a little band, scarred and toil-worn, having fought and won. And what of the soldier bird? In the name of his gallant veterans, Capt. Wolf presented him to the state. Governor Lewis accepted the illustrious gift, and ample quarters are provided for him in the beautiful State-house grounds, where may he long live to tell us "What heroes from the woodland sprang, When through the fresh awakened land The thrilling cry of freedom rang.' Nor is the end yet. At the great fair in Chicago an enterprising gentleman, invited" Abe" to attend. He had colored photographs of the old hero struck off, and sold $16,700 worth for the benefit of poor and sick soldiers. Has not the American eagle done its part? A STORY OF President LINCOLN. President," said a friend to him, "there much left of Hood's army, is there?” K. SHERMAN'S IN SAVANNAH. Fed on quails and manna, As the moving pillar shone Streamed the starry banner, Down on doomed Savannah. Glory be to God on high ! Shout the loud hosanna! LIFE IN SOUTHERN PRISONS. During the expedition of Col. Streight through Georgia in the spring of 1863, Capt. T. M. Anderson of Company D, Fifty-first Regiment, of Indiana, was captured by the confederates and imprisoned at Richmond, from whence he escaped in company Iowa Regiment, and, reached the Union lines in with Lieutenant Skelton, of the Seventeenth safety, after much suffering. his account of his experiences: The following is 1863, near Rome, Ga., with Col. Streight's comI was taken prisoner on the third day of May, mand. We were all paroled and sent to Richmond with the expectation of going through to "Mr. our lines; but judge of our surprise when we isn't were thrust into Libby Prison, and our paroles taken from us. We entered Libby on the six teenth day of May, and from that day I was not and it was chilling cold; but we were FREE; what on the ground until I made my escape. cared we for cold rains when we were breathing From the day that I entered until I succeeded the air of freedom! All day Saturday we were in getting away, did I watch my opportunity. I in the bushes. The rebel drums we could plainly soon became satisfied that to get out of any of the hear on all sides of us, guns firing, and soldiers upper rooms was an impossibility, and the only were passing and re-passing; and at one time five room that there was any prospect of getting out rebs passed so near us that I thought we should of was the hospital room in the east end of the surely be discovered, but they did not see us, and building, which is as low as the street on the north we, of course, did not hail them. We had been side, but the second floor on the south side. Well, surmising all day about our whereabouts, but I had to get into this hospital before I could hope could not find out our exact locality, so we conto escape; consequently, I was taken suddenly cluded to hail the first darkey that passed. We very sick. Of course I was carried to the hos- watched the road closely, and about sundown I pital, where all sick men are taken. I kept my heard a wagon coming. Lieutenant Skelton said bed three or four days; was visited by the sur- he would go out and stop it if it was driven by a geon (a mullet-headed fellow, that didn't know negro. He crawled close to the road-side and beans), regularly, every day. He left me a large awaited the coming of the wagon, when he jumped dose of medicine, which I found did me a great out and told the negro-driver to halt. deal of good, in my vest-pocket. After several The boy stopped his team, and out came a days of feigned sickness, I set to work to find a white man to know what he wanted. He instantcompanion to go with me; and, as fortune favored ly saw our danger, and being ready for any emerme, I found the man, Lieut. Skelton, of the Seven-gency cried out: "Say, Mister, I have lost a teenth Iowa Regiment, who had long had the same black boy, and have tracked him out into this opinion that I had, that he would get away from neighborhood, but here I lost him. Have you there if possible. heard or seen anything of a boy about twenty years We soon commenced our arrangements, and old, five feet five and very black? My name is worked very slowly, and everything being ready | Calloway and if you hear anything of my boy on the eleventh of this month, we resolved to you will do me a grand kindness by having him make the attempt. During the day we went down put in irons. Good day, sir." The man prominto the basement story, which is used as a cook-ised to do his best, and believing every word, room for the hospital, and cut a small door open drove on. Just at dark we again set forward into the south-east corner of the room. This we on the Williamsburg road leading to Bottom's opened with a large beef-cleaver, by drawing the bridge, over the Chickahominy river. There is spikes and nails and by cutting off the cross-bars. a force of about 400 men at the bridge. We As we had to work very cautiously and silently, travelled some three miles, and fearing we would it took us some time to do this, but it was accom- run into their pickets if we went further, we plished ere dark. The hour of ten o'clock was turned into the woods again. It had been rainthe hour we set to make the break. We pre-ing some time, and consequently was as dark as pared crackers and dried beef enough to last us through, and then dressed ourselves in citizens' clothes (which we had received from home), and then everything was ready. We watched the sentinels very closely, and just as the hour of ten was called they all turned and walked to the west, and at that moment we opened the door, and like lightning we crossed the guard-line, and when the guards faced about we were walking coolly and briskly down the street. Egypt in the woods. We could not go any further, so laid down for the night again. We could not sleep, for we were by this time as wet as if we had been in the river. Day at last dawned, and ere it was quite light we were on our way. We had only left Richmond some ten miles behind us up to Sunday morning. We now by the aid of a small pocket compass, laid out our course directly north, and kept it for several hours. We then turned directly east, toward the Chickahominy river, and soon found ourselves in one of the most dense swamps that it was ever my fortune to get into, but in this swamp we knew we could travel with safety. On we went through under-brush and briers, through water over our boots several inches, and all of that day did we travel through that miry swamp. We kept down Canal street some two squares, and then turned up Main street. We then thought that the boldest step was safest, so we went through the city on Main street, then through Rockets, a little town adjoining Richmond on the east. After passing through Rockets we came to the Williams burg road. This we kept for about a mile, when we came in sight of their batteries and forts, and We crossed the Chickahominy about a half an we knew that pickets were on the road; so, to hour by sun, and again fortune favored us, for avoid the batteries and pickets, we took a by-path at the very point where we first struck the river leading off to the right and down into a deep there was a large tree blown across the stream. ravine, and in this we passed between their forts On this we crossed about three miles north of out into the country. The night was dark, and Bottom's bridge. Being very weary, we did not consequently it was very difficult travelling. We go more than a mile from the river where we made about seven miles that night, and came to halted for the night in the woods. We were now the Williamsburg road again just at daybreak. close to the main travelled road running from We filed into a thick clump of cedar bushes and Bottom's bridge, parallel with the river up to lay down for the day. It was raining very hard, | Savage's, and we could hear cavalry passing along this road all night. We did not sleep any, road toward us. We thought that it was perfor again it rained and it was a cold night, but fectly safe to travel the road by daylight then, as almost everything has an ending, and so it was we had heard that our troops had been at the with that Sunday night, but I thought it was bridge late the evening before; so when these forty-eight hours long. After feasting on our horsemen came in sight we quickly jumped into dried beef and hard tack we set forward and the bushes to await their coming. I saw they soon came to this road, and just as we were in the act of crossing the fence we spied a rebel scout coming up the road. He had seen us and we dared not run, for then he would be sure to suspicion us, so we stood our ground prepared to club him if he said anything. were colored men, and felt no hesitancy in coming out to the road and speaking to them. They said, in answer to my inquiries, that there were rebel scouts on that road every day. I then told them that we were Yankee prisoners from Richmond trying to get within our lines. Their faces instantly brightened, and they told us to go back in the woods, and remain there until night or we would be picked up. We knew it to be good advice, so we backed into the bushes again. He came up and we looked at him boldly and impudently, and without uttering a word. He passed on, never looking back to see where we went. We quickly crossed the road and entered the woods, and if we didn't do some tall walking then for about ten miles, I wouldn't be here to One of the darkies lived only a few miles from say so. On we went, keeping our course direct- us, and the other near Chickahominy Church, ly east, allowing nothing to turn us from it but some eight miles directly on our route. This farm-houses, all of which we were very careful darkey told us that he would pass there on his to go around; but through swamps, over hills way back home in the evening, and said he would and hollows we went. About ten o'clock A. M. show us the way home if we would wait. We on Monday, as we were going through the woods remained in the bushes all that day, which was we suddenly came in sight of a farm-house, and Tuesday, and true to his promise the darkey a negro girl raking leaves close by. I thought made his appearance late in the evening. He likely she could tell us where we were, so I went instructed us how to get round a large plantaup and spoke to her. All that she could tell was tion that was close by and reach his friend's house. that we were, in New Kent County. I then We accordingly set forth, and in about an hour asked her whether her master was a secesh, and arrived safely at the house. The old darkies gave whether he was at home or not. She said he us our supper, and kept a strict watch for intrudwas both. I then told her that we were Yankees, ers while we were eating. When it became suftrying to get home, and that she must not tell ficiently dark our guide harnessed his horse and her master that she had seen any one all of which put him to his cart, putting on the cover and tyshe readily promised. ing it down very tight all round. She said, "I am looking for Mr. Bradley We then ensconced ourselves very snugly in (which was her master's name) every minute, the back part of the cart, while the darkey aland you had better run." Again we made good most filled the front part, and away we went, time, and soon came to one of the most intricate driving like the wind sometimes. When about swamps I ever saw. It was about two hundred half way we came to a picket post. Mr. Darkey yards wide, and as far as we could see to the told us to lay down and be mute, whereupon he right or left it was the same. There were little gave his horses the reins and whip and we went tufts of grass growing up all over it, some three past that picket like a whirlwind. If there were or four feet apart, and out of these there were any pickets there, they saw nothing but the outlittle sprouts growing. We had to pull ourselves lines of a cart, for we were out of sight ere they from one of the bunches of grass to another, and could halt us. We reached the church about I feel justified in saying that the quicksand and nine o'clock, and after giving us another supper mire was six feet deep in many places, but in the darkey piloted us for three miles on the road about. an hour, and after getting very wet, we to Williamsburg and then left us. We were now succeeded in getting over, and then we turned about eight miles from our lines, on a plain road around, pulled off our hats, and yelled, "Good leading to them. We had some fears of meeting by, Mr. Bradley." During all of our day's travel with some of the rebel scouts on the road, for that was a by-word with us, but on we pushed, our guide told us they were on the road day and exerting ourselves to the utmost to put as many night. So we moved briskly but very cautiousmiles between us and Richmond as possible. ly. The road was not the mainly-travelled one That night we came within three miles of leading to Williamsburg, but we came into it when Dyuscuna Creek, and about twenty-two miles within about two miles of the town. from Williamsburg. We were now in a negro We thought if we met any scouts at all it would settlement, and stopped for the night. We en- be at the junction of these two roads, so we apgaged a negro guide to conduct us to Dyuscuna proached the main road very slowly but found Creek bridge the next morning, and an hour be- no one there. Then we thought ourselves safe. fore daylight we were on our way, arriving at So on we went toward town, not knowing at the bridge just at sun-up. We here partook what unfortunate moment we might come in sparingly of our beef and crackers, and then set contact with a party of rebel scouts, and have forward. We had not gone more than a mile all our hopes dashed to the ground. We had before we saw two horsemen coming down the gone about two miles and walking very fast, when suddenly and unexpectedly the stillness of ran all over us in a moment. After saluting him, the night was broken by a gruff voice calling out, he asked, "Do you wish to see me on business?" “Halt.” We did not wait for a second challenge, Whereupon we gave him our letter from Col. but came to a dead halt instantly, not knowing West. After glancing over it he changed instantly. whether we were near our own pickets or a It was not the rigid General Butler of a moment couple of rebs, for we could see that there before, for now he grasped our hands, shaking were two. "Who comes there?" was the next them warmly. After asking us many questions challenge. I answered "friends." He then told concerning our prisoners, he placed us in the care me to advance and give the countersign. Not of the gentlemanly Capt. Puffer, one of his A. D. liking to go up blindly, I asked "To whom I C's. with orders to furnish us with clothing, transshould advance;" and without answering my ques-portation and everything else that we needed, tion, he asked "To whom are you friends?" which was all faithfully attended to by that That was the hardest question I ever had to officer. answer. I knew not what to say, but in a moment answered. "We are friends to the North." "Come up," said he; "we are Union pickets." I thought those were the sweetest words that I ever heard. We threw up our hats high in the air, and went with such a yell that the sentries thought us crazy. When inside our pickets we turned and said, “ Good-by, Mr. Bradley." We soon explained our boisterous conduct to the pickets, who were looking on with amazement, and then everything was all right. My pen here fails, dear Tribune, to express our happiness; but to know and feel that we were under the protection of Uncle Sam, and standing on the ground over which that dear flag was triumphantly floating, under whose folds both of us had fought on many battle-fields, was inexpressible. We were conducted to the quarters of the Lieutenant of the Guard, and there remained until morning. It was at two o'clock, A. M. when we crossed the lines. We had walked nearly seventy-five miles through swamps, woods, and briers, and consequently our feet were nearly used up. HOW GENERAL MCPHERSON WAS KILLED. A soldier who was near the General at the time he was shot gives the following particulars of the occurrence and the actions of the confederates which preceded it : "I entered the woods to behold a wounded man whose name is George Reynolds, of the Fifteenth Iowa Fourth Division, Seventeenth Army Corps, and a short distance from him lay General James B. McPherson, suffering intense agony from a fatal wound, a Minie ball having entered the right breast, passed near the heart, and came out near the left side. I then took my position close to his side and requested him to drink a little cold water I had secured a short time before, and asked the privilege to bathe his temples; to which interrogatories I could elicit no reply, only a faint nod of the head. Occasionally returning to consciousness he would ask me for his hat, which by search I found had been stolen from him, as also his belt. I had not been in this situation over five minutes when a rebel straggler came up, to whom I had cut my boots off my feet the night before, I remarked, "You are a prisoner, are you not?” for my feet were wet from the first night of start- To which he replied, "No, sir-ee!" and then ing, and my boots had contracted to my feet and asked me, “Can you walk? Come along," etc. were punishing me severely, so on Wednesday I gave a negative answer and exhibited a very morning we were without boots or socks, our feet swollen and bruised, even bleeding, and it was with the utmost difficulty that I could walk. Yet we were two of the happiest boys, I suppose, in America at that time. What cared we then whether we had any feet at all or not, for we had our liberty. We took breakfast with Major Wheeling of the Fourth N. Y Cavalry, and Provost Marshal of the District. He treated us with the greatest kindness, and after breakfast sent us in his buggy to Col. Forrest's quarters with a letter of introduction to that officer. sore and bandaged leg, all besmeared with blood, which had troubled me of late, and was thus successful in making him believe I was severely wounded. This was the work of a few moments; when four more rebels came up, and simultaneously two more of our stragglers passed near by. They were taken with the previously mentioned. They then extracted the papers which were in plain view from the General's pocket, took his watch and marine glass, but did not search the remainder of his pockets, nor ask any questions Col. West received us kindly, and gave us in reference to whom he was nor did we inform stockings and slippers, and in the evening sent them. They acted with civility, considering it a us to Yorktown, where we arrived on the night battle-field. They then ordered the wounded man of the great fire and magazine explosion. We and myself to follow them. We told them we were had been ordered to report to Gen. Butler at not able, and if they took us they would have Fortress Monroe, and at Yorktown were fur-to carry us, etc.; when to my glad astonishment nished transportation by Gen. to the fort, with they absconded with their three prisoners, with a letter of introduction to Gen. Butler. Imme- the aforementioned articles, leaving their two diately on our arrival we went to the General's supposed cripples with the General. All this head-quarters and were shown to his room, in time the rebel shot and shell were crashing with rather a sorry plight to be sure clothes torn in many places by the briers, and slip-shod, with sore feet. The old General eyed us very closely when we entered. His military eye fearful rapidity all around us, in every direction. Several balls lighted within a few feet of the General, scattering the dirt all over him in a complete shower. While the rebels were taking |