COL. ELLSWORTH'S LAST SPEECH. Boys, no pie for sale, for which she wanted one dollar in doubt you felt surprised on hearing my orders to silver or greenbacks. She refused to sell it for be in readiness at a moment's notice, but I will Confederate money, though ten dollars were of explain all as far as I am allowed. Yesterday fered. At Gadsden, the prisoners found a conforenoon I understood that a movement was to siderable number of rebel conscripts, who, whenbe made against Alexandria. Of course, I was ever their officers and guards were not by, told on the qui vive. I went to see Gen. Mansfield, them they were Union mer, and would escape on the commander at Washington, and told him that the first opportunity. They generally manifested I should consider it as a personal affront if he their sympathy for the boys by slipping a roll of would not allow us to have the right of the line, Confederate bills into their hands, and saying which is our due, as the first volunteer regiment they were sorry there was not more of it. sworn in for the war. All that I can tell you is Here the prisoners found Confederate Lieuto prepare yourselves for a nice little sail, and, tenants and other subordinate officers engaged at the end of it, a skirmish. Go to your tents, in selling pies to Yankee prisoners. These pies lie down, and take your rest till two o'clock, when were made of sweet potatoes, without sugar or the boat will arrive, and we go forward to victory shortening in the crust, and were peddled in basor death. When we reach the place of destina-kets, after the fashion we see at railroad stations. tion, act as men; do nothing to shame the regi- A Colonel of an Alabama regiment, at Gadsden, ment; show the enemy that you are men, as well sent a sack of corn, which he tried to sell them as soldiers, and that you will treat them with for greenbacks. Everywhere there was a dekindness until they force you to use violence. Imand for Uncle Sam's money, which was hoarded want to kill them with kindness. Go to your as carefully as silver and gold, and kept out of tents, and do as I tell you." circulation. At Rome the prisoners saw a considerable body of Georgia State militia. They were mostly ADVENTURES IN THE SOUTH. Lieut. F. boys under sixteen, and old men over forty-five, Perry and private William P. Pugh, of the Third badly clothed, and poorly disciplined, but well West Tennessee cavalry were out on recruiting armed. Mr. Perry, who was placed on his parole service, and were captured on the 7th of Octo- of honor, says that at Augusta, Georgia, ne saw ber, 1863, after a skirmish with Faulkner's and an immense pile of cotton, covering an area of Wilson's partisans, near Como, some sixty miles perhaps one acre, and piled higher than any buildfrom Paducah. Mr. Pugh had previously been ing in Cincinnati. There were also considerable captured by, and had made his escape from, the quantities at Atlanta, but none that he saw at same parties; and being a Tennesseean, was sub-Rome. jected to some severities. His captors declared They were detained at Atlanta come ten days, he should not again escape, and exercised unu- before starting for Richmond. At Columbia, Lual vigilance in conducting their prisoners south-South Carolina, they found that Charleston ward. They were forced to walk from the place of capture to Gadsden, Alabama, on the Coosa River, and were conveyed thence by boat to Rome, Georgis, where they took cars for Atlanta, and, subsequently, for Richmond. Thirty miles east of Raleigh, North Carolina, they jumped from the cars, made their way to Washington, where they were received inside the Federal lines, and thence sent north to join their comrades, who still supposed them in Libby Prison. Be money was absolutely valueless; nobody would When they left Raleigh for Richmond, a plan of escape was arranged between Messrs. Perry, They suffered great privations on the march Pugh, and John Carr, of the First Missouri Arfrom Como to Gadsden, particularly after cross-tillery, who was formerly chief clerk, at Corinth, ing the Tennessee River. In the Tuscumbia Val- for Gen. Carr. About three o'clock in the mornley they were three days without anything to eat, ing, being about thirty miles from Raleigh, on their captors stating that the Yankees had been the Weldon road, the three leaped from the car, there and destroyed all supplies. At Decatur and plunged into the forest. They made as near they paid twenty-five cents an ear for corn, south-east as they could, guided by the stars and which was their sole sustenance the greater part the course of the clouds, concealing themselves of the march. They were compelled to make | by day. forced marches by by-roads, and through an unfrequented country, as Sherman was at Tuscumbia, and the rebels anticipated that he would turn south, and advance in the direction of Gadsden. Several times the prisoners heard his carnon, and fondly hoped for rescue. There was great scarcity of provisions wherever they went, and Confederate money was at an enormous discount. At Decatur, a woman offered a chicken They did not venture near any settlement or plantation, till forced to do so by excessive hunger, and one night ventured to arouse the inmates of a negro cabin, who were very inquisitive, and would not commit themselves until satisfied they were real Yankees, which was decided by an old negro, who felt Mr. Perry's cavalry jacket, and declared it was too fine for a rebel's. Then they were treated with great hospitality, and feasted on corn bread and "possum," and subjected to a great deal of questioning. Among other things, the patriarch of the cabin wanted to know whether they "hab seen Mr. Linkum," and under the impression that they had left his presence but a short time, affectionately inquired after his health. "An' dere's anodder man," said the darkey, "dey call him Mr. Britain-hab you seen him?" The Yankees were puzzled. "Ole massa," said the darkey, explaining, "call him Mr. Great Britain, an' says he's on his side, an' some says he's on yourn.” The Yankees "took," said they knew him, and that he was well; and having satisfied the curicsity of their hospitable entertainers and their own hunger, took up their march for Washington. They met no Confederate soldiers until within some five miles of Washington, and there they narrowly escaped capture, running into their pickets twice, and being fired on once, at which time they lost sight of Carr, whom they supposed to have been killed or captured, and they heard no more of him. They arrived at Washington almost naked, foot-sore, and exhausted, having been ten days wandering about the country. ON BOARD THE CUMBERLAND. BY GEORGE H. BOKEK. "STAND to your guns, men!" Morris cried. And then began the sailors' jests: "A long-shore meeting-house adrift Is standing down the bay!" A frown came over Morris' face; The strange, dark craft he knew; "That is the iron Merrimac, Manned by a rebel crew. "So shot your guns, and point them straight; Before this day goes by, We'll try of what her metal's made." "Remember, boys, this flag of ours And where it falls, the deck it strikes "I ask but this: or sink or swim, Meanwhile, the shapeless iron mass Her ports were closed; from stem to stern We wondered, questioned, strained our eyes, She reached our range. (ur broadside rang, And shot and shell, a fire of hell, God's mercy! from her sloping roof She heeded not; no gun she fired; Alas! our beautiful keen bow, We felt our vessel settling fast, But they ho And fought not, wept with grief. "O, keep us but an hour afloat! To be the instruments of Heaven And when a gun's crew lost a hand, Our forward magazine was drowned; Crawled out the wounded, red with blood, Yes, cheering, calling us by name, To keep their shipmates at the post Up to the spar-deck! save yourselves!" We turned - we did not like to go; Some swore, some groaned with pain. We reached the deck. There Randall stood: It did our sore hearts good to hear Brave Randall leaped upon the gun, "Well done! well aimed! I saw that shell Go through an open port." It was our last, our deadliest shot; The poor ship staggered, lurched to port, Down, down, as headlong through the waves A thousand gurgling watery sounds Then I remember little more. One look to heaven I gave, I tried to cheer. I cannot say A blue mist closed around my eyes, When I awoke, a soldier lad, All dripping from the sea, With two great tears, upon his cheeks, I tried to speak. He understood He turned me. There, thank God! the flag And there, while thread shall hang to thread, Against our northern sky. A sign that we who live may claim A monument that needs no scroll A YANKEE IN DIXIE. BY CORPORAL PURDUM. I WILL endeavor to give a short account of what I saw and heard while in the hands of the rebels, beginning with my capture when I was first introduced to the inside of the great Southern aumbug. It was on the evening of the 20th of September, 1863, that myself, in company with a number of others from the 33d and other regiments, was taken prisoner by a part of Longstreet's corps. We were taken a short distance to the rear of their first line, and camped for the night. The rebs used us very well at first, and were very civil and polite. At daylight on Monday morning we commenced our pilgrimage south in the direction of Ringgold, where we arrived about 2 o'clock P. M., and were brought up in front of the Provost Marshal, surrounded by his numerous clerks, and our names were taken, which business occupied about two hours. This being done we were started forward again, bound for Tunnel Hill Station, which place we arrived at about 9 o'clock at night, and were turned into a field to remain the rest of the night. We were very tired and hungry, having marched twenty-two miles and had no rations. We lay down to rest ourselves and get some sleep, but were called up at 2 o'clock to draw some rations, (if it could be called such.) They consisted of a little meal and bacon, which was so strong the boys said it could almost walk alone. After disposing of our meal as best we could, some making mush in tin cups, some ash cakes, and some who were fortunate enough to get ovens, made something resembling bread. They then brought us up in line, preparatory to taking our rubber blankets, knapsacks, and canteens from us; but as soon as the boys found out what was to be done, we commenced to tear everything to pieces that we could not sell; so they got but few things from us; and by the time they were done the place had the appearance of an old deserted camp, as strips of blankets, knapsacks, and broken canteens were strewn all over the ground, for we were determined that the rebs should not be benefited by them. Here we expected to get on the cars, but were disappointed, and started on foot for Dalton, seven miles distant from Tunnel Hill; and the road being very dusty, and we not being in the best of humor after having our things taken from us, we struck out almost on a doublequick in order to tire out the guards, and several times we were stopped for them to rest and get to their places. On this trip I stopped at a house to get some bread, and had to pay one dollar for three small biscuits; but the money being of but little value, I paid t with a good grace, and went on my way, rejoice that my lot was not permanently cast in the land of cotton and starvation. On arriving at Dalton we again drew rations of flour and meat, aud after getting our supper- or rather partaking of a mixture of dough, flour, and tainted bacon- we were n arched through the town, as |