"We found him on the Grand River, near the visions, and these provisions and other goods railroad, just where he had said. He had a hut were conveyed to the enemy. I went over with in the brush, where the telegraphing operations twenty-two men, and routed two hundred and were carried on. There were two men - my fifty. It was a year ago on the 10th or 12th of man and another. We crept up to them, and on September. I divided my men, and had them a survey, came to the conclusion that as we might approach from different directions. I made them not be able to capture them, the best way was all officers, and up we went, every man of us to shoot them. I shot my man, but Hale only shouting out orders as though each had a regiwounded his. We rushed up. He made fight. ment at his back. I had to despatch him with my pistol. We got the telegraph instruments, with twenty-two hundred feet of silk wire, two horses, blankets, and sixty-five dollars in money. There were also two daguerreotypes.

"I went into Price's camp when Mulligan was at Lexington. I had a double-barrelled shot-gun | with both locks broken, and rode into the camp with numbers of country people who were flocking to join Price. I rode around freely, talking secession, and very soon saw how things were going. I could see plainly that Mulligan was in a tight place, and I started off for St. Louis as soon as possible, and gave the information that Mulligan must surrender. Twelve hours after, news came that he had surrendered.

"The rebels were frightened. They ran in all directions, but we killed several of them. One of my men was badly wounded, and I was wounded also. I tackled one fellow with a sabre. He fought savagely, but I killed him after he had given me a thrust over the eye that might have finished me. He had been a soldier in the regular army, but deserted, and went over to the rebels. He belonged to the First United States Dragoons. We took seventeen prisoners. Of course we could not, with our small force, hold the town; so we set fire to the rebel stores, and destroyed them.

"I was captured back of Paducah-Lieutenant Robb and I; and we were placed under guard, to stay all night. There were thirteen guardsmen "Fremont did all he could to help Mulligan, in all; but ten of them went to a party, and got but the telegraph 'tapper' (who was afterwards drunk. The others got some whiskey, too. killed) got a despatch which was sent by Fremont Robb and I concluded to rebel. We managed for Sturgis to move across the river to the sup-to seize their revolvers. Robb tapped one, that port of Mulligan; and the rebels, having possession of our plans, moved against Sturgis, and compelled him to fall back.

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came at us first, over the head and stunned him, and before the others could come to his assistance we shot them. Then we made off. We went by Henry Hale, one of the best scouts in the Fort Donelson, clear across the country, and told country, left Leavenworth, while Mulligan was Zollicoffer that we were spies, and had despatches before Lexington, with despatches. As he rode for Breckinridge. We had forged despatches for along, men from every direction were going to the purpose, and thus passed. As we had just join Price. He saw one old secessionist with a come from the rebels, we knew enough to deceive little shot-gun, and thought it would be a nice the old fellow, who treated us with great kindthing to drive off the fellow, and take his horse ness, told us to be careful of the Yankees, gave into Lexington. So he engaged the man in con-us horses through his lines, and good horses, and versation, and getting an opportunity, put his in three hours and a half we were inside our lines. revolver to the secessionist's head, ordered him "At Platte City I made a speech to the rebels to tie his gun to the saddle, to dismount, and finally to skedaddle.' The old man made tracks rapidly, glad to escape with his life. Hale took the horse by the bridle, and rode on whistling Yankee Doodle.' He had ridden a mile or two, when at a turn of the road, he was suddenly ordered to halt. The old secessionist had procured another gun, and got ahead of him. The gun was squarely aimed at Hale's head. 'Get off that horse,' cried the secessionist. Hale got down. Tie that revolver to the saddle.' He obeyed. Pull off your pants.' Hale did it. Skedaddle!' an order which Hale at once carried into effect, merely saying, 'Well, Captain, I thought my shirt would come nextgood-bye.' The secessionist went off with the two horses, whistling 'Dixie;' while Hale marched seven miles into Lexington, with only his coat and shirt on. His coat contained his despatches. He will never be permitted to forget that seven miles' march.

"I burned Randolph, Mo. The town was a rebel depot, where their supplies were gathered. The country people came in every day with pro

in favor of Jeff. Davis, which was very successful; but in the afternoon a fellow in town recognized me, and had me seized. They put me under guard, in a house; but the same night I got out, got on a horse which fell in my way, and rode out till I ran in the dark against two rebel videttes. They stopped me; I explained to them that I was hurrying off to bring up some recruits who were wanted; but the men were obstinate, and would not let me go without a pass. So I proposed to one to go in with me to headquarters, and I would get him my pass. He consented; we walked our horses along the road. My case was desperate; if they caught me they would hang me. I talked to the man in the dark till we were some distance in, then suddenly pulled out my knife, and with one stab slew him.

"I waited a while, then rode back to where the other vidette remained, and handed him a piece of an old letter, saying, There's the pass.' He must go to the smouldering fire in the wood near by to examine it, and as he did so I knocked him over, and rode off.

"I rode into Jeff. Thompson's camp, half naked,

as a crazy man, shouting and whooping so that a half miles from Saltillo. Two Indiana volunthe whole camp was aroused. No better way teers ran away from the field of battle at the to get in occurred to me just then. General same time." Thompson is much of a gentleman. He caused a surgeon to examine me, who reported that I had lost my senses from a blow on the temple, the mark of which was still fresh. He said I was quite harmless, and the General proposed to send me into the Yankee lines, because they could take care of such a poor fellow better than he.

A BRAVE FELLOW. In the Fort Henry gunboat fight, in the explosion on the Essex, one of the seamen was shockingly scalded. His clothing was at once removed, linseed oil and flour applied to his parboiled flesh, and he was carefully wrapped in blankets and placed in bed. A "I lay down under a wagon, near the General's few moments after came the news that the rebel tent, when it came dark, and listened to hear flag was struck, and the fort surrendered. In what I could hear. About midnight a messenger his enthusiasm he sprang out of his berth, ran up rode in, on a fine horse, and tied it near me. on deck, and waved his blanket in the air, huzWhen he got into the tent, and no one was look-zaing for the Stars and Stripes. The poor feling, I got on the horse, and, having the best road low, after the first excitement was over, was in my mind, rode out as hard as I could drive, assisted below, and in the night he died, full of the pickets firing at me, but without effect; and rejoicing to the last at the triumph of the old I got safely in to make my report. flag.

"I went into Fort Henry two days before the attack on it, and brought General Grant an accurate account of the position and number of the rebel forces and defences. I have General Grant's letter certifying to that.

"Also I went into Fort Donelson, while our troops lay at Fort Henry. I went in there in Confederate uniform; and I have General McClernand's letter to show that I brought him information which proved to be accurate. On my way out a cavalry force passed me, while I lay by the roadside; and its commander told one of his men to leave a fine flag, which he feared would be torn on the way. The flag was stuck into the road, that a returning rebel picket might carry it in. But I got it, wrapped it around my body, and rode into Fort Henry with it.”

Sir William was king georges son to the north the waryers race was run he wore A star all on his breast to show you a sign of the waryers dress, come young ladies will you list and go, come young ladies will you list and go. A new silk dress you shall put on, to follow up the music fife and drum, the drum shall beat and the fife shall play, the drum shall beat and the fife shall play its A merry lives we'l march away.

new york.s A pretty place,; and so is philadelphia the streets are lined with doll. bills and pretty girls a plenty.

Come my love com go with me, for I am a roveing dandy, I,ll take you home I'll treat you well, I'll feed you on sweet candy, where coffee grows on white oak stump and the rivers flow with brandy, and little hills are lin'd with gold and the girls are sweet as candy.

RELIGIOUS MUSIC AMONG THE SOLDIERS. — A

SOUTHERN MATHEMATICS. General D. H. Hill, who was captured at Roanoke Island, is rather a remarkable character. He has written one or two theological works of some note. He is also a mathematician. The youthful rebels are allowed to regale themselves at school with Hill's Elements of Algebra, a work which is conceived in the true spirit of a gallant Southron. One letter from Hatteras Inlet, N. C., says: The New would think it rather difficult to give mathemati- England troops excel in the musical faculty, and cal instruction such a form as to imbue pupils in every regiment from Massachusetts, Connectiwith contempt and hatred for the North. But cut, or New Hampshire, music teachers or good Hill has attempted the work, and has displayed no little ingenuity in the effort. He has framed problems beginning in the following style:

"A Yankee mixes a certain quantity of wooden nutmegs, which cost him one fourth cent apiece, with a quantity of real nutmegs, worth four cents apiece," etc.

"A Northern railroad is assessed one hundred and twenty thousand dollars damages for contusions and broken limbs caused by a collision

of cars."

"The years in which the Governors of Massachusetts and Connecticut send treasonable messages to their respective legislatures, is expressed by four digits."

"The field of battle of Buena Vista is six and

singers abound, and many an otherwise tedious
evening has thus been beguiled by the elevating
influence of music. In this respect, no regiment,
perhaps, is more favored than the Massachusetts
head, Danvers, and Boston men. Many of the of-
Twenty-third, composed chiefly of Salem, Marble-
ficers were members of the best musical societies,
and leaders or pillars in their church choirs at home.
Could their friends have looked in upon us on
board of the Highlander, during many of the
boisterous nights we have been anchored in this
Sound, while the storm howled without, they
might have heard:

"Perhaps Dundee's wild, warbling measures rise,
Or plaintive Martyrs, worthy of the name,
Or noble Elgin beat the heavenward flame."

"Are you armed ?" said the guerrilla, who held his pistol at Cones' head. "No, sir."

"Then get down and unhitch them mules, and turn 'em around devilish quick!" It was done in the time specified. Guerrilla. -"Have you a match? I want to touch off this cotton."

the other side being hemmed in by an old, rotten, of sight of the picket-guards, five guerrillas log fence, and, still beyond, a sort of chaparral dashed out of the wood and were alongside in an of brier bushes and underbrush. To this retreat instant. "Halt!" Every one of the teams halted the soldier started, on quadruple quick, with half as though they had run against a stone wall. a dozen horsemen after him. Fortunately for the The next instant the muzzle of a revolver was at soldier, the rains had made the field quite muddy, the ear of every one of them, Cones included, who and the horses slumped through the turf so badly was riding on the cotton. that they could not lessen the distance between them and the fugitive. All this time the rebels were keeping up a roar of pistolry, one of the balls passing through the soldier's hat, and another went clean through his cartridge box and lodged in his coat. Still on ran the hero, and still on splashed the horsemen. The picket at last reached the fence, and with one bound landed on the top, intending to give a long spring ahead; but the fence was frail, and crumbled beneath his weight. It so chanced that a hog had rooted out a gutter at this place, and was lying snoring therein. At the cracking of the fence, his swineship evacuated his hole, and scampered, barking, into the underbrush. As luck would have it, the soldier fell in that hole, muddy as it was, and the fence rattled down upon him. This was no more than fairly done, when up came the horsemen, and, hearing the rustling of leaves, and not doubting it was their prey, dashed through the gap in the fence, and, seeing a path in the brush, they put through it after the hog, and were soon out of sight. When the sound of their footsteps died away, the picket returned to camp and reported. The next day one of these rebel horsemen was taken prisoner. When our hero saw him he recognized him at once, and sung out:

"I say, old fellow, did you catch that hog yesterday?"

“We did that," retorted the prisoner, "but it wasn't the one we were after."

A SHARP RIDE.-A correspondent with General Grant's army gives the following amusing account of a cotton broker in the neighborhood of Lagrange, Tennessee. He says:

The experience of a Mr. Cones, who was captured near Lagrange, was relieved by some flashes of humor which may be an apology for the very emphatic language which was used by the actors. Cones, in company with two or three other buyers, had bought some cotton out at Moscow, twelve miles from Lagrange, just before our army marched from the latter place, and as General Quinby's division had just removed from there, they thought the sooner they got the cotton into Lagrange the better; consequently four of them, besides the drivers of the teams, started out after it. Cones was the only one of the four who was not armed and was not on horseback, he riding in one of the teams. They succeeded in getting the cotton, and hurried back until they came in sight of the Union pickets at Lagrange, and then Cones' three friends, thinking the mules were out of danger, left him, and rode on into town.

Only two or three minutes after they had left, and as the wagons went down into a hollow, out

Cones."No, sir. I am glad to say I haven't." Guerrilla.- "Then git on to that mule, quick." In an instant, Cones was mounted on what he says was "a wonderful sharp-backed mule."

Guerrilla (giving the mule a terrific slash with the wagon whip).-"Now, lick them mules up! Make 'em go! Give 'em thunder!"

And away they went at a pace which, to Cones on his razor-back mule, he thought must split him in two before many miles, three guerrillas behind lashing the mule at every jump. Five miles or more they went at this pace, and not another word had been spoken by any one, when they turned out of the main road into an old and unfrequented road, that wound its zigzag through one of the densely-wooded creek bottoms. "Halt!" said the guerrilla, and he who gave the command commenced hurriedly to relieve himself of some of his accoutrements, as though he was about to go to work in earnest at some devilish deed. The place was lonely and fitting to such murderous intents, and Cones says he felt a cold sort of chill run down the full length of even his long legs.

Guerrilla (drawing the cork out of his canteen) -"You look a pretty good feller. Let's take a drink; and for fear you might think it's pizen, I'll

drink first!"

the canteen to his lips, and turned his face up in And suiting the action to his words, he placed the position of one making astronomical observations. After a long pull, he passed the canteen over to Cones, who thought it mightn't be pizen,' and imbibed.

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Guerrilla.-"Now, lick up them mules; give 'em thunder! Hurry up!"

At each injunction he emphasized on the rear of the flying mules with his whip.

They bivouacked in a thicket that night, but early the next morning began their journey at the same pace, and toward evening of that day they galloped into a rude-looking camp, which turned out to be the nest of Richardson and his guerrilla band, within a few miles of Fort Pillow. In a few minutes Cones was marched up before Colonel Richardson. After a number of questions as to what was his business, whether he had served against the Confederate States, &c., Richardson said: Well, sir. I'll parole you."

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At the mention of "parole," the guerrilla who had been the most prominent in the capture, and had invited Cones "to drink," began to remonstrate.

Guerrilla. Why, Colonel, you ain't a goin' to parole that infernal cotton-buyer, are you?" Richardson. "Well, I've got to parole him or shoot him; and (turning to Cones inquiringly) you'd rather be paroled than shot, hadn't you? Cones. "Yes, but I don't want to take another ride on that mule."

The parole was soon written, and much to his astonishment, without being robbed of his money and watch, he was told that he was at liberty to walk back to Lagrange, forty miles. In an hour afterward he started, and soon after leaving the camp he was startled again by the command "Halt!" He halted, and out started the guerrilla who had been most prominent in his capture, and had gone away sulky because the Colonel would not shoot "that infernal cotton-buyer," instead of paroling him.

Cones was unarmed, and began to have serious apprehensions of what was to follow, when the guerrilla said: "Old feller, let's take a drink!" Cones' heart felt lighter immediately. So did

the canteen.

During the next three days he footed it back to Lagrange, but he never after looked at a lean, sharp-backed mule without a shudder.

in cerulean habiliments, and, upon attempting to leave, were ordered by the guard to remain where we were. With a smile of ineffable contempt, we drew from our pocket a pass; but what was our chagrin when we were accosted with, "I say, my boy, none of us can read; but that thar trick's too old; and I'll tell you another thing, yer infernal blue-bellied Yankee, if you try any more of them dodges, I'll souse this thing into yer gizzard."

Think of that, O ye tribe of brother quilldrivers? The editor of this paper, the leading journal of the South, to be called a Yankee, and to be accredited with possessing an azure abdomen.

GENERAL ROUSSEAU relates the following incident of Shiloh:

Two days after the battle I walked into the hospital tent on the ground where the fiercest contest had taken place, and where many of our men and those of the enemy had fallen. The hospital was exclusively for the wounded rebels, and they were laid thickly around. Many of them were Kentuckians, of Breckinridge's command. As I stepped into the tent, and spoke to some one, I was addressed by a voice, the childish tone of which arrested my attention: "That's General CAMP ANECDOTE. · -The Sergeant of the picket- Rousseau! General, I knew your son Dickey. guard being stationed near Pohick Church, Va., Where is Dick? I knew him very well." Turnhad his attention drawn to the tinkling of a cow-ing to him, I saw stretched on the ground a handbell in the bushes. With visions of new milk running through his head, he examined carefully, and to his intense astonishment made the discovery that as he advanced the cow-bell retreated. The Sergeant made a double quick retrograde movement, and immediately reported the affair to Colonel Hays. The Colonel secreted a squad of men in the woods, and the Sergeant again made himself conspicuous. He brushed about among the bushes, and the cow-bell approached. The squad soon had the satisfaction of seeing-not the cow, but a "Secesher" with a cow-bell hung to his neck, and a six shooter in his belt. When he got within easy range, and in sight of the squad, the Sergeant hailed him:

some boy about sixteen years of age. His face was a bright one, but the hectic glow and flush on the cheeks, his restless manner, and his grasping and catching his breath as he spoke, alarmed me. I knelt by his side and pressed his fevered brow with my hand, and would have taken the "And who are child into my arms, if I could. you, my son ?" said I. "Why, I am Eddy McFadden, from Louisville," was the reply. "I know you, General, and I know your son Dick. I've played with him. Where is Dick?" I thought of my own dear boy, of what might have befallen him; that he, too, deluded by villains, might, like this poor boy, have been mortally wounded, among strangers, and left to die. My heart bled for the poor child; for he was a child; my manhood gave way, and burning tears attested, in spite of me, my intense suffering. I asked him of his father. He had no father. His mother. He had no mother. Brothers and sisters. "I have a brother," said he. "I never knew what soldiering was. I was but a boy, and they got me off down here." He was shot through A JOKE ON A REBEL EDITOR.—The editor the shoulder and lungs. I asked him what he of the Rebel Banner, published at Murfreesboro' needed. He said he was cold and the ground was until Bragg's retreat to Shelbyville, and after-hard. I had no tent nor blankets; our baggage wards hailing from the latter town, tells the fol-was all in the rear at Savannah. But I sent the lowing good story:

"I say, old fellow, would you rather go to the devil or to Washington ?"

The squad at the same time rushed forward. "To Washington, I reckon," drawled the rebel. "I ain't clothed for a warm climate."

And he accordingly delivered himself up.

poor boy my saddle-blanket, and returned the next morning with lemons for him and the rest; On Wednesday, the 31st of December, 1863, we but his brother, in the Second Kentucky regiment, went to the battle-field in search of glory and items. had taken him over to his regiment to nurse him. While following up the charge of General Mc- I never saw the child again. He died in a day or Cown's division, we met a body of prisoners mov- two. Peace to his ashes. I never think of this ing to the rear, and at once struck up a conversa-incident that I do not fill up as if he were my own tion with them. Unfortunately, we were dressed child.