knocked off by a round shot. Myself and other amateur anatomists, when the regiment was resting temporarily on arms, would leave to examine the internal structure of man. We would examine brains, heart, stomach, layers of muscles, structure of bones, &c., for there was every form of mutilation. At home I used to wince at the sight of a wound or of a corpse; but here, in one 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 place to lie down, he said, 'Let's lie down here. Here's some fellows sleeping.' We slept in quiet until dawn revealed that we had passed a night among sprawling, stiffened, ghastly 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.

"Some of our boys were disposed to kick the secesh into these pits. One fell in with a heavy dump on his face. The more humane proposed to turn him over. O, that'll do,' said a Union Missourian, for when he scratches, he'll scratch nearer hell. This is a hard story, I know, but I want you to see real war.

"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.

the advance of the enemy, their advance guard lay in the woods on the 5th, witnessing our parades and reviews. One of our returned paroled prisoners, a mule-driver, who was captured two days before the battle, has told me that he was taken through their whole army, which was camped three miles from ours, the night before the attack.

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

"After the battle was over, we, formerly citizens who had never seen or heard the hiss of bullet, gathered the mangled corpses of those we had known at home and joked with the day before 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?

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

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"My poor friend Carson, the scout, after having fought, and worked, and slaved from the beginning of the war, unrequited, comparatively, and after having passed hundreds of hair-breadth escapes, and through this wild battle, was killed by almost the last shot. A round shot took off his whole face and fore part of his head. Poor Carson! We all remember your patriotism, your courage, your devotion. We will cheer, all we can, the bereaved and dear ones you have left.

"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 fly-leaf of a memorandum-book with the pencilwriting: Federals, respect my father's corpse.' Many of our boys wanted to cut off his buttons and gold cord; but our Colonel had the body religiously guarded.

"Many of our regiments were paid off just previously to the battle, and our dead comrades were robbed of hundreds of thousands of dollars. The rebels were surprised and abashed at the apparent wealth of our army. They attired themselves in our uniforms, and rifled from officers' trunks tens of thousands of dollars worth of fine clothing, toilet articles, and interesting souvenirs of every man's trunk. They made themselves stupid and drunk over our fine victuals and wines. They seem to have gone mad with the lust of plunder.

"To show how complete and successful was

Captains in the rebel army. The General, feel-
ing confident that the girl knew the hiding-places
of the guerrillas, had a private conversation with
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
chances for a husband of all the young officers in
his staff. This failed to bring the information,
and Sallie was taken away in charge of Captain
Baggs. As she moved away from the General's
presence, she asked the Captain if the General
was really in earnest in making the last proposi-
tion. Baggs assured her that the General was
sincere, and that he would have lived up to his
promise. The girl assumed a kind of thought-
ful manner, and after a short time replied:
"Well, I believe I'd about as lief have the old
man (meaning the General himself) as any of
'em."

seems to defy the elements of the most tempestu-battle-field. After the engagement was over, and ous height I know of. Up to this elevated position, his friends had retreated in confusion, a company where everything may be supposed to be pure and of secessionists came where they were lying, and nice from its thorough ventilation, a romantic jus- actually bayoneted his wounded companions betice of the peace had carried his affections, and fore his eyes. They even went so far as to stab fixed them on a fair daughter of the widow. His the bodies of senseless corpses, lest there be some aspirations met with the highest favor, and on the spark of life left in them! A man came to where very night of Averill's advent their mutual loves he was lying on the ground, and raised his ensanculminated in a wedding feast, celebrated amidst guined weapon for the fatal thrust, which he fully the wild shrieking and howlings of the tempest on expected would end his mortal carreer. He closed the mountain. The festivity had progressed to his eyes, fairly sick with the horrid emotion, and the fourth degree with uncommon energy. The waited to receive his fate. His enemy hesitated. gentler sex were paying their respects to the sup- He lowered his musket, and finally raised him per table, and some of the more vigorous of the carefully up, and gave him water from his canteen. mountaineers were employing their time with a He was afterwards removed to the hospitals of powerful jig. A famous Boniface from the valley Richmond, where he received careful treatment, below had thrown off coat, jacket, and shoes, and and at last was exchanged and allowed to return was spreading himself. Indeed, the dance prom- home. ised to rival that of Tam O'Shanter, beheld in Kirk Alloway-the locality and surroundings, ANECDOTE OF COMMODORE FOOTE.-He atand the tempest, all favored a scene of no small tended a Presbyterian church. A large congredramatic effect. But just then-O, untimely gation was in attendance, but the preacher did not event!- the Yankees obtruded upon the scene, make his appearance. A general impatience beand dissipated all its joys, and terminated for the ginning to manifest itself, the Commodore sought night all its physical recreations. They ate up all the elder of the church, and urged him to perform the supper took some thirty horses, ridden up the services. The elder refusing, the Commodore, by the guests from the valley below' and on the impulse of the moment, took the pulpit, carried off as prisoners the male portion of the read a chapter in the Bible, prayed, and delivered guests, including the hero of the dance, and, worst a short discourse from the text: "Let not your of all, the bridegroom besides! To the inexpres- hearts be troubled. Ye believe in God: believe sible mortification of the prisoners, they saw one also in me." The congregation was delighted. of the ladies of the wedding party kiss a Yankee On coming down from the pulpit, the minister, for a cupful of coffee, which he had offered to any who had arrived just after the prayer, approached one of them who would bestow such a mark of and tendered his thanks; but the Commodore favor on him. The prisoners were marched off, rebuked him for his tardiness of duty, and reand detained a day or two before they were per-proached him for his neglect to take the pulpit mitted to return, on foot." immediately on his arrival. This incident is illus

Thus ended the comedy of the terrible moun-trative of the Commodore's energetic, earnest tain raid of Averill a warning to wedding par- character and sincere piety. ties on the border to look out for Yankees.

THE DEAD BROUGHT TO LIFE AGAIN. -The following remarkable incident occurred in Dodgeville, Wisconsin:

When the war first broke out, a young man who resided in the above village joined a company commanded by Captain Tom Allen, which was afterwards incorporated in the Second regiment of Wisconsin Volunteers, and was present at the terrible and disastrous battle of Bull Run. The intelligence came back to his family at Dodgeville that he was slain upon the battle-field, and his body left to be cared for by the enemy. The news nearly killed his affectionate mother, and she, with the remainder of those relatives who had been nearly related to him, wore mourning for him who had poured out his blood and sacrificed his young life for his country. This gnawing grief had preyed upon these loving hearts for many months, until they had learned to view it with a species of resignation. What could then depict their unspeakable astonishment and joy, when he walked into the house, hearty and well!

His story is briefly told thus: He had been left severely wounded, with many others, upon the

NEGRO PATRIOTISM.-I sat in my tent-door thoughtfully, but very thoughtlessly humming "Dixie." I had not observed "Charles," a servant, or "contraband," here, who sat just within the tent. "We stop a-singin' dat song now, massa!" said he, interrupting me.

"Why?" I inquired.

Charles was confused for a moment, but I pressed the question.

"Well," he replied hesitatingly, "it don't b'long to my perfession, sir; dat's all, I s'pose.—I don't wish I was in Dixie, I'se sure!" continued he. "None o' de niggers does; you may bet your soul o' dat!"

"Where is Dixie, Charles?"

"'S Norfolk dat's whar 'tis," was the indignant reply. "Kills de niggers in Dixie, jist like sheep, a-working in de batteries! "

The idea of our contest is fully appreciated by the colored people. The representations at the North, that the slaves do not understand the cause for which the Federal army are moving upon the South, are utterly false. I have seen here and in Hampton scores of the fugitives, and conversed with them; and I have never found one who did

not perfectly understand the issue of the war, and hang with terrible anxiety upon its success or failure.

I was particularly struck with this at Hampton, when the battle of Great Bethel was progressing. They crowded together in little squads about the streets, listening to the reports of the cannon in the distance, or the accounts of those who came in from the field. Many of them were almost in- | sane with anxiety, and expressed themselves extravagantly.

"If the Unioners' get the fight," I said, "what will it do for you?"

“Den we'll be free!" answered all who stood near me, almost in one breath.

"But if they lose the battle?"

"O, den it be worser for us dan ebber," they said, shaking their heads mournfully, and in their simplicity believing that all the issue of the war hung upon the result of that day. - Letter from Fort Monroe.

LIFE IN EASTERN TENNESSEE. - A traveller in East Tennessee gives the following graphic pictures of life in that region:

two little ones are in the house. They hurrahed
for Old Abe, and we rode on. We travelled this
lonesome road a few miles farther, and came at
last to the crest of the hill, some five hundred feet,
directly overlooking the valley. There it lay at our
feet, extending north as far as the eye could reach,
and at least three miles in width dotted with
neat farm-houses, and just below us Mouse Creek
Station, with its dozen or more neat white cot-
tages, and one large brick mansion. A couplet
in that beautiful hymn by Heber, as I surveyed
this beautiful valley, ran through my head con-
tinually :

Where every prospect pleases,
And only man is vile.'

"We passed on through this valley, and, night overtaking us nine miles south of Loudon, we called at a fine farm-house, and requested permission to tarry, which was readily granted. To the question, 'Are you Union or rebel?' the answer was, 'Both.' 'Well,' says I, 'that is a new state of things, which I do not understand.' This was the house of a widow lady, and her story was a simple statement of facts, which we listened to "In Dry Valley lived the Methodist preacher very attentively. When she had finished her named Dugan, (of Brownlow notoriety,) weigh-story, she drew one long, deep sigh, and retired. ing some two hundred and fifty pounds, that I pitied the poor woman from the bottom of my these devils incarnate arrested for his loyalty to heart. She said she had two sons in the rebel the Government, making him walk some ten army, and one in the Union. Her son now at miles through the hot sun, and riding in his buggy home had themselves. The poor old man fainted time and again on the journey, but there was no relenting with them. They told him they would sweat the Lincoln fever out of him. They robbed him of all he had, and imprisoned him; but he managed in some way to escape, and is now preaching again at his old stand. What rendered the crime more heinous was the fact that his enemies (some of them) were those with whom he had taken sweet counsel in the house of God, and with whom he had knelt around the altar of prayer. What can be more appropriate to this persecuted class of men than those lines of Captain Grisham, of the 10th East Tennessee cavalry:

'They struggled, fell; their life-blood stained
The cruel murderer's hand;
They clasped their country's flag, and cried,
"God and our native land!"

Let angels spread their wings above;
Let flowers forever bloom;

Let bays, green bays, spring forth to mark
The martyr's sacred tomb.'

fled to the mountains to avoid conscription. Her two daughters now at home, young ladies, eighteen and twenty years of age, were divided, one Union and one rebel. For herself, she had nothing to say-the divisions in her family had made her prematurely gray, (holding up a lock of hair,) and the only wish she had was, that the war might speedily end in some way; and when I asked the usual question, the Union girl stepped into the other room, and returned with a beautiful silk Union flag. If a rebel officer should stay there next week, the rebel girl, no doubt, would bring out just as neat a rebel flag. Such is life in Eastern Tennessee.”

How ROGER A. PRYOR WAS CAPTURED AND ESCAPED. - Brig. Gen. Roger A. Pryor, during the battle between Gen. Pope and the Confederates, near Manasses, in August, 1862, had the misfortune to be taken a prisoner, but the corresponding good fortune to escape.

He had started off on foot to call up two or three regiments for reënforcements, and on his return found his command moved from the position in which he had left it. Thinking it had

"At early dawn we left our kind friend and his family, and rode on towards Athens. It was a lonesome ride, resembling very much some of the gone ahead, he too went on, wondering all the bluff roads on the Illinois River. We passed only time where his men were, until he suddenly enone house the whole distance, and that was a mis-countered two Yankee soldiers, sitting at the erable log house situated in a clump of pines. foot of a hay-rick. His uniform being covered As we rode past the house, we were astonished by a Mexican poncho, they did not observe that at the number of tow-head children at the wood- he was not one of their own men; nor was there pile- the tallest of whom was not over three any mark visible upon his person to indicate that feet in height. We commenced counting, two, he was an officer. four, six, eight; and to the question asked the oldest, Are you all here?' 'Ono,' says he, 'the

They accordingly familiarly inquired how everything was going on in front. He replied, "Very

well," and in the conversation which ensued, ball was destroyed by the gradual yielding of learned that he was a mile and a half within the the soft copper plate. Had the material been Federal lines. They asked him numerous ques- more rigid, the ball would probably have gone tions, under some of which he began to quake through. The likeness is that of a young and and grow une sy, fearing his inability, good not unattractive looking female; and it may well lawyer though he is, to cope successfully with a be imagined that our gallant soldier prizes the cross-examination of such a dangerous charac-"counterfeit presentment" of the southern damter. He accordingly began to look about him sel as the saviour of his life. to discover some means of escape. There was apparently none. He observed standing near him, however, the two muskets of the men, one SKETCHES IN THE HOSPITALS.—One evening of them with a bayonet, and the other without. I found a lately-emptied bed occupied by a large, The colloquy had not proceeded much further fair man, with a fine face and the serenest eyes I before one of them, looking at him keenly, asked ever met. One of the earlier comers had often him to what regiment, brigade, and division he spoken of a friend who had remained behind, belonged; and as Pryor hesitated and stammered that those apparently worse wounded than himout his reply, the Yankee sprang to his feet and self might reach a shelter first. It seemed a exclaimed: "You are a rebel, and my pris- David and Jonathan sort of friendship. The oner." In an instant, the General, who is a pow-man fretted for his mate, and was never tired of erful man and as active as a squirrel, seized the praising John, his courage, sobriety, self-denial, gun with the bayonet, and, before his antagonist and unfailing kindliness of heart, always winding could turn, ran him through the body twice. The up with: "He's an out and out fine feller, ma'am, other now jumped to his feet, apparently as if you see if he ain't." I had some curiosity to beto escape, but he also received from Pryor a hold this piece of excellence, and when he came, lunge that left him helpless on the field. Throw-watched him for a night or two before I made ing down the musket, the General moved rapidly away in the direction from whence he came, and after dodging Federal stragglers for an hour or two, had the satisfaction of finally regaining his command.

Anxious to know the fate of the two men whom he had so summarily disposed of, he sent one of his aids the next day to examine the hospitals in that neighborhood, and ascertain, if possible, whether any men were present wounded with a bayonet. The aid returned with the information that he had found one so injured. Whereupon Pryor mounted his horse, and went in person to see him. The man was asleep when he entered the hospital, but the surgeon awoke him, and the General asked if he recognized him. "Yes, sir, I do," was the reply. "You're the man who stuck me." The wounded man was not less surprised when he learned that the author of his misery was the redoubtable Roger A. Pryor.

JAMES GARRABRANT, a member of Co. D., 13th New Jersey regiment, while fighting, at a battle on the Rappahannock, saw a daguerreotype fall from the pocket of a dead rebel. Impelled by curiosity, he picked it up and placed it in the breast pocket of his blouse. Soon he was struck by a bullet and fell. His brother, who was near him, picked him up, supposing him to be killed. Upon examination, the ball was found to have pierced his clothing, gone through the front of the daguerreotype, shivered the glass, and indented deeply the metal plate upon which the likeness was, which, however, it failed to penetrate, thus saving the young man's life, as it lay right over his heart. The wooden back of the picture was shivered to splinters by the concussion. The bullet was shown us with the picture, fitting neatly into the indentation of the plate.

There can be no doubt that the force of the

friends with him; for, to tell the truth, I was afraid of the stately-looking man, whose bed had to be lengthened to accommodate his commanding stature, who seldom spoke, uttered no complaint, asked no sympathy, but tranquilly observed all that went on about him, and as he lay high upon his pillows, no picture of dying statesman or warrior was ever fuller of real dignity than this Virginia blacksmith.

A most attractive face he had, framed in brown hair and beard, comely-featured and full of vigor, as yet unsubdued by pain, thoughtful and often beautifully mild while watching the afflictions of others, as if entirely forgetful of his own. His mouth was firm and grave, with plenty of will and courage in its lines, but a smile could make it as sweet as any woman's; and his eyes were child's eyes, looking one fairly in the face, with a clear, straightforward glance, which promised well for such as placed their faith in him. He seemed to cling to life as if it were rich in duties and delights, and he had learned the secret of content. The only time I saw his composure disturbed was when my surgeon brought another to examine John, who scrutinized their faces with an anxious look, asking of the elder: "Do you think I shall pull through, sir?" "I hope so, my man." And as the two passed on, John's eyes followed him with an intentness which would have won a clearer answer from them, had they seen it. A momentary shadow flitted over his face; then came the usual serenity, as if, in that brief eclipse, he had acknowledged the existence of some hard possibility, and, asking nothing, yet hoping all things, left the issue in God's hand, with that submission which is of true piety.

The next night, as I went my rounds with Dr. P, I happened to ask which man in the room probably suffered most, and to my great surprise he glanced at John.

"Every breath he draws is like a stab; for