illuminated in honor of its overthrow! The effect was, to give the impression that the whole house was thus paying homage to the American flag; and what is more significant, is the fact that the latter was greeted by the passing crowd with vociferous applause. So much for the firmness of a true Union woman.”

PETER APPLE, of Oakland, Marion County, Indiana, was recruited for the Eleventh regiment of that State, and took part in the attempt to storm one of the Vicksburg batteries. The rebel fire was so destructive, that the Union forces recoiled. Apple, the raw recruit," "didn't see" the backward movement, and kept going ahead, until he came right up to one of the rebel guns, caught a gunner by the collar, and brought him within our lines, saying: "Boys, why didn't you come on? Every fellow might have got one."

REMINISCENCES OF SHILOH. An eye-witness gives the following pictures of the battle-field of Shiloh:

"On that peaceful Sunday morning of April 6, 1862, the sun was rising with splendor. I had walked out to enjoy the fresh air, and, returning by my friend Lieut. D's tent, I called upon him. Said he, ‘H., take a cup of coffee; I have found some milk.' 'Don't care if I do,' said I. 'I always write home on Sunday morning, and like to do it over a good cup of coffee.' Yes, I mean to write to my little wife,' said D. 'I expect to resign soon. Don't you want a pair of new shoulder-straps, H., and bran new pair of gauntlets?' I told D. I would take them; and in a moment left his tent, after making him promise to take tea with me.

mated, most of the officers killed
and exultant Colonel among the dead.

the proud

"I saw an intelligent looking man with his whole diaphragm torn off. He was holding up nearly all of his viscera with both hands and arms. His face expressed a longing for assistance and an apprehension of fatality.

"On going to the field the second day, our regiment strode on in line over wounded, dying, and dead. My office detaching me from the lines, I had an opportunity to notice incidents about the field. The regiment halted amidst a a gory, ghastly scene. I heard a voice calling, Ho, friend! ho! for God's sake, come here.' I went to a gory pile of dead human forms in every kind of stiff contortion; I saw one arm raised, beckoning me. I found there a rebel, covered with clotted blood, pillowing his head on the dead body of a comrade. Both were red from head to foot. The dead man's brains had gushed out in a reddish and grayish mass over his face. The live one had lain across him all that horrible, long night in the storm. The first thing he said to me was, 'Give me some water. Send me a surgeon won't you! O God! What made you come down here to fight us? We never would have come up there. And then he affectionately put one arm over the form, and laid his bloody face against the cold, clammy, bloody face of his dead friend. I filled his canteen nearly reserving some for myself- knowing I might be in the same sad condition. I told him we had no surgeon in our regiment, and that we would have to suffer, if wounded, the same as he; that other regiments were coming, and to call on them for a surgeon; that they were humane. 'Forward!' shouted the Colonel; and Forward!' was repeated by the officers. I left him.

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"The above recalls to mind one of the hardest "But how were things at tea time? D. was principles in warfare where your sympathy and mangled and dead, lying by the roadside, at the humanity are appealed to, and from sense of exhospital by the Landing, with hundreds of oth- pediency you are forbidden to exercise it. After ers, and I had passed the most momentous day our regiment had been nearly annihilated, and of my life had participated (I am since told were compelled to retreat under a galling fire, a creditably) in one of the greatest battles, exceed-boy was supporting his dying brother on one arm, ing in fury, courage, waste, stupendousness, and and trying to drag him from the field and the adgallantry, the wildest dreams of my youth. vancing foe. He looked at me imploringly, and Should your happy city, on some bright Sunday said: Captain, help him- won't you? Do, Capmorning, be sunk, with all its life, by an earth- tain; he'll live.' I said: 'He's shot through the quake, and the cold waves rolling over it in eter-head; don't you see? and can't live - he's dying nal solitude before night, the change could be no now. 'O, no, he ain't, Captain. Don't leave more unexpected, nor could it come upon you me.' I was forced to reply: The rebels won't with more bewildering and stunning suddenness hurt him. Lay him down and come, or both you and awfulness. On the evening of the 5th, the 18th Wisconsin infantry arrived, and were assigned to General Prentiss's division, on the front. Said Colonel, who had preceded them, looking for the General's quarters, Here they come- the bully boys-they weigh just 166 pounds apiece. Just left home six days ago.' The 18th Wisconsin cooked their first suppers in the field that night at nine o'clock, and wrapped themselves in their blankets, to be awakened by the roar of battle, and receive, thus early, their bloody baptism. Before they had been on the field one day, their magnificent corps was deci

and I will be lost.' The rush of bullets and the yells of the approaching demons hurried me. away-leaving the young soldier over his dying brother.

Nearly every rebel's face turned black immediately after death. Union men's faces retained the natural pallor two or three days.

"I ate my dinner on Monday within six paces of a rebel in four pieces. Both legs were blown off. His pelvis was the third piece, and his head and chest were the fourth piece. Those four pieces occupied a space of twelve feet square. I saw five dead rebels in a row, with their heads

"A resident here told me that on the retreat of the rebel army from Shiloh, it was utterly routed and demoralized.

knocked off by a round shot. Myself and other the advance of the enemy, their advance guard amateur anatomists, when the regiment was rest- lay in the woods on the 5th, witnessing our paing temporarily on arms, would leave to examine rades and reviews. One of our returned paroled the internal structure of man. We would ex-prisoners, a mule-driver, who was captured two amine brains, heart, stomach, layers of muscles, days before the battle, has told me that he was structure of bones, &c., for there was every form taken through their whole army, which was of mutilation. At home I used to wince at the camped three miles from ours, the night before sight of a wound or of a corpse; but here, in one the attack. day, I learned to be among the scenes I am describing without emotion as perfectly cool as I am now. My friend, Adjutant and myself, on the second night, looking in the dark for a "After the battle was over, we, formerly citiplace to lie down, he said, 'Let's lie down zens who had never seen or heard the hiss of here. Here's some fellows sleeping.' We slept bullet, gathered the mangled corpses of those we in quiet until dawn revealed that we had passed had known at home and joked with the day bea night among sprawling, stiffened, ghastly fore friends who were as full of life, hope, and ambition as ourselves and buried them in blankets, or sent them home in boxes, with as little concern as possible, and went immediately to joking and preparing to fight again. What spirit or principle was it that in one day gave us all the indifference and stoicism of veterans?

corpses.

"I saw one of our dead soldiers with his mouth crammed full of cartridges until the cheeks were bulged out. Several protruded from his mouth. This was done by the rebels.

"On the third day most of our time was employed in burying the dead. Shallow pits were dug, which would soon fill with water. Into these we threw our comrades with a heavy splash, or a dump against solid bottom. Many a hopeful, promising youth thus indecently ended his

career.

"Two women, laundresses in the 16th Wisconsin, running to the rear when the attack was commenced, were killed.

My poor friend Carson, the scout, - after having fought, and worked, and slaved from the beginning of the war, unrequited, comparatively, "Some of our boys were disposed to kick the and after having passed hundreds of hair-breadth secesh into these pits. One fell in with a heavy escapes, and through this wild battle, was killed dump on his face. The more humane proposed by almost the last shot. A round shot took off to turn him over. 'O, that'll do,' said a Union | his whole face and fore part of his head. Poor Missourian, 'for when he scratches, he'll scratch | Carson! We all remember your patriotism, nearer hell.' This is a hard story, I know, but I your courage, your devotion. We will cheer, want you to see real war. all we can, the bereaved and dear ones you have left.

"I stood in one place in the woods near the spot of the engagement of the 57th Illinois, and counted eighty-one dead rebels. There I saw one tree, seven inches in diameter, with thirty-one bullet holes. Such had been death's storm. Near the scenes of the last of the fighting, where the rebels precipitately retreated, I saw one grave containing one hundred and thirty-seven dead rebels, and one side of it another grave containing forty-one dead Federals. Several other trenches were in view from that spot.

Surgeons on the field would halt officers and order them to strip off their white shirts for bandages. Many an officer, halted on the field, tore off his accoutrements and uniform to provide the necessary bandages."

GENERAL KELLEY AND A SECESSION GIRL. - When the General was in quest of guerrillas in Western Virginia, he captured a young woman "One dead and uniformed officer lay cov-named Sallie Dusky, two brothers of whom were ered with a little housing of rails. On it was a Captains in the rebel army. The General, feelfly-leaf of a memorandum-book with the pencil-ing confident that the girl knew the hiding-places writing: Federals, respect my father's corpse.' of the guerrillas, had a private conversation with Many of our boys wanted to cut off his buttons and gold cord; but our Colonel had the body religiously guarded.

her, and during the interview, having failed to get much satisfaction, he told her, if she would make a clean breast of it, he would give her the "Many of our regiments were paid off just pre- chances for a husband of all the young officers in viously to the battle, and our dead comrades his staff. This failed to bring the information, were robbed of hundreds of thousands of dollars. and Sallie was taken away in charge of Captain The rebels were surprised and abashed at the ap- Baggs. As she moved away from the General's parent wealth of our army. They attired them-presence, she asked the Captain if the General selves in our uniforms, and rifled from officers' was really in earnest in making the last propositrunks tens of thousands of dollars worth of fine tion. Baggs assured her that the General was clothing, toilet articles, and interesting souvenirs sincere, and that he would have lived up to his of every man's trunk. They made themselves promise. The girl assumed a kind of thoughtstupid and drunk over our fine victuals and ful manner, and after a short time replied: wines. They seem to have gone mad with the "Well, I believe I'd about as lief have the old lust of plunder. man (meaning the General himself) as any of 'em."

"To show how complete and successful was

ORIGIN OF "SKEDADDLE.". A correspondent says: The word "skedaddle" is not derived from the Greek verb Skedao, to scatter, as has been recently asserted by certain learned etymologists. The root of "Skedaddle" is found in the Gaelic, Celtic, and the ancient British or Welsh language. In Gaelic," Sgiotadh" is the present participle from the verb "Sgiot," and signifies "scattering," the act of scattering. In the Irish, which is, properly speaking, the Gaelic, "Sgadad" signifies "flight," and "Üile," or " Ol," all, or entirely- "all flight." In the Welsh we have "Ysgudao," or " Ysgudaw," to scud about. So, also, in the Scandinavian languages; in the Swedish we have "Skuddo," to throw or put out; "Sceotan," Saxon, to flee or haste away; in a general sense, to be driven, or to flee with haste. "Skedaddle" might be derived more naturally from "Skud," or "Scud," and "Daddle," than from the Greek "Skedao.”

AN INCIDENT. — On Sunday, the 29th of July 1862, a large number of Union officers attended the Old School Presbyterian Church of the Rev. Dr. W. H. Mitchell, at Florence, Alabama. So many of them were present that they constituted a majority of the congregation. After the usual opening hymn, the minister asked the congregation to unite in prayer, when, to their utter astonishment, the reverend traitor prayed for Jeff. Davis, for the success of the Confederate arms, and for the attainment of the independence of the Confederate people. The Union men were greatly indignant at this gross insult, but remained standing until the prayer was concluded, when they all left the church. After he had commenced his sermon, Colonel Harlan returned to the church, walked up to the pulpit, arrested the preacher, and delivered him, in compliance with the orders of General Thomas, to a detachment of cavalry, which immediately conveyed him as a prisoner to Tuscumbia.

AN OLD BIBLE CAPTURED IN BATTLE.

A TOUCHING INCIDENT. The war has given birth to many gems of poetry, patriotic, humorous, and pathetic, illustrative of the times. The follow- Mr. H. Jallonack, of Syracuse, N. Y., exhibited ing was suggested by an affecting scene in one of to the editor of the Journal of that city a valuathe army hospitals. A brave lad of sixteen years, ble relic a Protestant Bible printed in German belonging to a New England regiment, mortally text two hundred and twenty-five years ago— wounded at Fredericksburg, and sent to the Pa- the imprint bearing date 1637. The book was tent Office Hospital in Washington, was anxiously in an excellent state of preservation, the printing looking for the coming of his mother. As his perfectly legible, the binding sound and substanlast hour approached, and his sight grew dim, he tial, and the fastening a brass clasp. The followmistook a sympathetic lady who was wiping the cold, clammy perspiration from his forehead, for ing receipt shows how the volume came into Mr. Jallonack's possession : the expected one, and with a smile of joy lighting up his pale face, he whispered tenderly, "Is that mother?" "Then," says the writer, "drawing her towards him with all his feeble strength, he nestled his head in her arms like a sleeping infant, and thus died with the sweet word mother on his quivering lips."

NEW YORK, August 21, 1862. Received of Mr. H. Jallonack one hundred and fifty dollars for a copy of one of the first Protestant Bibles published in the Netherlands, 1637, with the Proclamation of the King of the Netherlands. This was taken from a descendant Hollander at the battle before Richmond, in the rebel service, by a private of the Irish Brigade. JOSEPH HEIME, M. D., 4 Houston Street.