The Edmond Democrat. (Edmond, Okla.), Vol. 1, No. 10, Ed. 1 Saturday, October 29, 1892 Page: 12 of 12
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IN AFTER YEAHS.
When I v.as bi.l h callow youth
And Bluff ton u seem el ibe world to ine,
I thought Miss Dollie Heuucssy
A paragon of girls. iu truth,
A l>eing who would lake the prize
Aiuoug the hosts of ParaJitw.
And when slie spurned my proffered hand
And took Jim Robinson instead,
I vowed I hat ne'er in all the land
Could Hope for me its radiance shod.
Hut when some years had passed, and I,
Meanwhile a wanderer, returned
l o Hingtown. and. in passing by
A cottage suddenly discerned
A freckled slattern grossly stout,
From a dull porch rush wildly out,
Snatch up an urchin by the ears
And toss Litn through the open door,
I'base from the lot a yoke of steers.
Jump a rail fence and hurl a score
Of cobbles at u passing tramp,
Kick a Newfoundland dog and stamp
Two snakes to bits, then to the cot
Swoop back aud yoil in accent* hot.
• You Jim! Come here, you lazy lout,
And sweep this measly kitchen out!''
When this I saw and heard, then learned.
As from my ramble 1 returned,
The dame was Mrs. Robinson.
l'his comment thro' my mind did run:
' The saddest words of tongue or pen,
Are surely not 'it might have been/ "
A GIRL SOLDIER.
|-Ind promptly infoimed bin father
j .vlio soon reported to Colonel I ish,
i he provost marshal, that a rebel sol -
I soldier was concealed in the Blakeley
•osidenee, Colonel Fish sent n guard
to the place aud Miss Ruffin was rear-
rested and takon back to Fort McHen-
ry. It did not occur to the command-
ing officers io search the house, and
consequently Hastings escaped recap-
ture. He shortly afterwards made his
way in citizen's garb into Canada
thence to Nassau, in the Bahamas, and
by a blockade runner back to the
South by way of Charleston. He re-
joined his old regiment, fought until
he was wounded at the buttled! Hatch-
er's Him, in the closing days of the
| war, and returned to his Maryland
home at the downfall of.the confodcr-
i ™y.
Meanwhile. Miss Ruffin had been
j seized with sickness upon being placed
j again in Fort McHenry, and was taken
to the post hospital where her sex was
discovered and her romantic story re-
vealed. She was at once released upon
her convalescence and became an in-
mate of the Blakeley residence. But
she was too proud and self-reliant to
remain a dependent upon friends, and
soon secured an independent support
as a teacher in a private school.
■■■ j Throe years after the conclusion of
A widowed lady, Mrs. Ella C. Hast- tho wa:\ Miss UntUn was paying a visit
ings, whose homo is near the pictu- 1n Washington, and was at the Na-
resque old-time village of Prince | |'onH' thoateV one night. Seated near
Frederick, the county town of Calvert
county, Md., was the heroine of a
chain of remarkable episodes in her
life from twenty-five to thirty years
ygo.
Mrs. Hastings was born in Norfolk,
Va., in 1846, and was by birth a
Kuftin—o! the same family to which
belonged Edmund Ruffin, who claimed
to have fired the first gun of the rivil
war, which was directed from a con-
he r was a gentleman whoso face
seemed strangely familiar to her, but
she could not identify him. That was
no wonder, for Hastings had grown a
beard; and aged 10 years in his fea-
tures since she had known him iu the
Confederate service. She noticed that
he frequently glanced at her and
seemed on the point of addressing
her, but the prudence of a well bred
man res,.mined him. Presently a gen-
federate battery in Charleston harbor tleman with whom she was acquainted
upon the steamship Star of the West. !httt down 1,1 froni of them and ad-
sent in February, 18til. by President d|,f8*ed Hastings by name.
Buchanan's administration, with men; 1 but was sufficient to permit her to
aud stores for the relief of Major identify her old comrade of the prison,
Anderson and his gallant little gurri- , find mutual introductions followed,
son, then shut up iu Fort Moultrie. IThe l)arty of 'our then went to a ros-
Tho Ruffing wore all enthusiastic i.Jtauraut for supper, and at the table
Hastings asked Miss Ruffin:
"Did you etver know a soldier
named Charles Evans, of the Fourth
regiment?11
"Why do you ask?" she said.
"Because,11 ho answered, "you are
wearing the ring I gave him when we
were prisoners in Fort McHenry.1'
Miss Huffin wa not yet ready to dis-
eloso her sectot. and she told him that
it was probably a ring similar to the
one he had parted with. Hastings
appeared to be satisfied with this ex-
planation, but as their conversation
became more friendly she revealed her
story to -him and informed him that
she was the young confederate soldier
who had gone under the name of Charles
Evans.
Their wedding took place at the
Blakeley residence, in Baltimore, on
Christinas eve, 1860, and they went to
live on the Hastings estates, in Calvert
county. Mr. Hastings died in 1874,
leaving his wife childless, but in the
possession of considerable property.
She is now a woman of 40 years, but
looks ton years younger.—Phila.
Press.
Contrary Aiijliou.
Not all the residents of Cape Cod
are eccentric, as those who are not
familiar with the region might infer
from the many stories which are told
of queer characters there. But it is
no doubt a fact that many Capo Cod
people have strongly accentuated dis-
positions in one way or another.
In Cotuit, many years ago, a local
legend runs, Capt. Barnabas Z
B,l'N and his wife Abigail, who were both
, 4l ... ... i. i queer after their way, lived at peace
under^th. eye* of thorecru.tinKoW I fo, a ,,0()(1 m iu 8pi,e „f the
lest her HtxsUoiild be rtotectod. llm , fact that Abigail was said to bo (ho
she pusseil tho ordeal oly and In a I ..Wntrarle.t woman In Cape Cod."
day or two was sent oil to join he-.^U Whuteve, Buil, or ^ ^
inent. then in l.eo s army ami en.;am, - ; wus alni06t 8llre lo a^inJt u B|lt
ed near Smeker , t.ap. in tho valley o( | Uunmbaa was us patient as his
wife was contrary, and by dint of al-
ways allowing for his wife's disposition
and usually proposing tho exact oppo-
the cause of tho South, aud Ella
Huffin, who was 15 years of age at the
out-break of the war, was as intense
in her sympathies as any member of
the family. Her two brothers early
enlisted in the confederate army and
both were killed at tho battle of
Antietam.
Prior to that time her father her
mother was dead—had removed to
Richmond from Norfolk upon the fall
of the latter city into tho hands of the
union forces. He *.vas too much of an
invalid for active service in the field,
and occupied a clerical position in the
confederate navy department under
Captain S. S. Lee, a brother of (ien-
oral Hubert E. Lee. The news of the
death of his two sons in dieted a blow
on Mr. Huffin from which he never
recovered. Jt so acted on his en-
feebled constitution that he died three
years afterward and his daughter was
left alone in the world. She was then
17 years old, tall and well developed
j)v her age. filled with patriotic im-
pulses for the confederacy and deter-
mined to do something in its behalf
and in revenge for tho loss of her
brother?.
First cuttinjrnff her tonglind luxur-
iant blonde hair, she attired herself in
a suit of clothes belonging to one of
her brothers, disguised herself to look
as much like a man us was possible
and applied for enlistment into the
ranks of the Fourth Virginia regiment
of infantry. Physical examination of
recruits was not customary in the
South in those davs, and she was
readily accepted though, as she
she was in a tremor of fear
the Blue Ridge.
This oceurrec; ca.-ly iu October, 1862,
and Miss Huffin soon became accus-
tomed to the hardships of war and
army life. She marched and fought
along with her comrades and acquired
the reputation of a good soldier. She
served all through the winter of 186*2
63, took part in tho battles of Fred-
ericksburg and Chancellorsvillo with-
out receiving a wound, and was finally
made a prisoner at the bat tle of (iettys-
luirg. She was one of u detachment
sent to Fort McHenry, Baltimore, and
while there made tho acquaintance of
I-red erick A. Hastings, the sou of an
honored Maryland family living near
Prince Frederick, but who had enlisted
in the Twenty-seventh Virginia regl-
site of what he wished her to do, ho
got along very comfortably for many
years.
But at last, on one evil day, when
Mrs. Abigail 'A was down at the
harbor visiting a relative on board a
schooner then in port, she fell over-
board and sank in the water. Capt.
Harnabas was near by and was called
in haste, lie reached the spot, and
immediately went out in a boat to
search for his wife.
"Look here!1' some one called out,
frantb-ally, seeing him push oft'.
\ ou're going the wrong wav of the
ment, a part of Stonewall Jaekson's I "'0 ild0, UOt
original brigade, and who had. like | -pj, '
herself, been captured on the field of
Gettysburg.
captain kept on.
"Mebbe, said he calmly, "you
11.,.,,,,„ „.d '"
In Baltimore and he proposed to his
young companion that they should at-
tempt to escape to them. Miss Ruffin
consented, and on the night of August
1'0. 1863, they dropped from the low
they'd 'a' gone
with the tide; but beln1 as it's Abigail.
I reckon if she ain't gone ag'inst the
tide, it wn'n't her that fell in!'1
1 his time Barnabas1 philosophy was
I wrong. His wife's body was found
Kor
she had gone down with tho tide.—
Youth's Companion.
in tho darkness, stole a boat from one
of the adjacent wharves at Locust I
Point, and before dawn were in the!
city. Ere the sun had risen they had j \ UruM-KailiiK Turtle.
applied for admission lo the house of a j The Xerobates Ajfassizii, tho grass-
M.. lilakeloy, a relative of Hustings, eating turtle of the Mojavo desert, is
living ou St. I aul street, and were ^ said to be the only one of tho turtle
species which lives by grazing like a
horse or an ox. Xerobates digs a
liolo in tho sand to escape tho intense
beat; is about ten inches in length
when full grown, and weighs from six
to eight pounds. Coast dealers In
curiosities value them at *.'> each.
\
warmly greeted.
Before escaping from Fort McHenry
Hastings had given Miss Huffin, who
had enlisted under the nan^oof Charles
Kvans, a ring, which was to play an
important part in their future careers.
It was a plain, old-fashioned circlet of
gold, with a small emerald set deep in
it.
The two refugees remained iu the
Blakeley house all that dav and part
of tho next. About noon of the next
day Miss Huffin incautiously exposed
herself at one of the roar windows
overlooking the yard. Tho family re-
siding next door were named Hunting-
don and were ardont unionists. A
WIlHl Mir FoiiikI.
One day Mrs. W. S. Wallace, of
Butler, Ma,, decide.I to tear up and
renovate an old pin-cushlng that she
first made over thirty-nine years ago.
It had on it nine coverings, that had
been put there from time to time.
1'ioin the inside of tho pin-cushion
she got ninety whole needles, besides
young son caught a glim pee of Miss! several broken ones and a number of
Huffin, who was still in gray uniform pins.
REFUTED.
The Boston maiden j accused,
A* all are well aware,
Ol seeking for a higher sphera,
Whore men are very rare.
KmnnuiuatidU from the inau,
Is whit thoy want, 'tis taid:
They'll brook no longer his control;
They do not wish to wed.
The galling chain of tyranny
That man has forged they'll break;
And to enfranchise womankind,
No husbands they will take.
To make theso charges is uot hard;
To prove them that's ths rub:
For no true Boston girl would have
A home without the Hub
HOW JOS IE DISOBEYED."
"Yes, Josie, you can go, but b«
sareful, won't you?"
• Yes, ir.n rni."
"And don'l, get your clothes and
feet wet, will you?"
"No, inarm."
"liscause if you do I'll have to pun-
ish you—do you hear?"
"Yes, marm."
"Well, run away to your play, then;
but be surr and remember not to get
your clothes wet—don't forget now!"
•■All right, inarm"—joyously, and
away the little girl sped.
The conversation just narrated took
pluce one waVm, sunny afternoon early
In September, between Mrs. Clark anil
her daughter Josie. a girl of nine
years.
Mrs. Clark was a good, kind mother;
but the labor of bringing up a large
family oftentimes caused her to unwit-
tingly speak it trifle harshly while at-
tempting to instill method and
thoughtfulness in the minds of her
children.
The Clark family lived on the brow
L)f u hill in Wiseassot. Maine, over-
looking a bay in the Sheepscott river.
'1 his Lay or inlet, now crossed by a
bridge, was. at the time of our story,
obstructed only by the huge rafts of
logs, which were taken apart from
time to time and the logs hewn into
ship timber, the building of all sorts
of vessels then being carried on to a
large extent.
Cpen these rafts, w hich were fas-
tened in such a way as to allow per-
haps two feet of space between them,
the little girls found great delight in
playing whenever the weather per-
mitted: and a romantic playground it
made too. Here it was that little
Josie had received permission to go.
with the strict injunction to be care-
ful.
As she hurried from the house and
same to the edge of the slooe, a de-
lightful sight met her eyes.
A bevy oi maidens had taken pos-
session of the rafts and were having
a glorious time.
Some were sailing little ship boats
with small sticks stuck in the centre
for masts, and strips of birch Lark for
sails; others were splashing tha water
with their bare feet, clinging to short
poles they had slue* between Ike loirs
to support} them, and tho remainder
were oitlwr playing tag, ruuniog tho
risk of a ducking as they j urn pel from
oue iafl/- %) another or otherwise
i i; jmpihselve- as < :;!> lilt) ; gtrls
iu.
"Hullo, •Cisic,1' cried three cr four
of the 1ft4.lt maidens in chorus is she
drew near.
•Hullo," sho replied.
So your inarm let you connv after
all, did shoP11 6aid Gracie Dean, Josie's
dearest friend and playmate.
Yes, but she made an awVal fuss
about it, and she's going to whip me
if I tfet wet."
• 'Well, take off your shoes and stock-
ings and leave them 011 that pile of
w ood"—pointing to a stack of -chop-
pings1 on the shore. — "and tben come
und sail one of my boats—i've got
two."
• Oh, that will be nice!" eiclaimed
Josie, Und having deposited the un-
necessary articles as (iracio had sug-
gested, returned, and found her en-
gaged in an attempt to right tho two
miniature crafts, which had b^n over-
turned in her brief absence b> a squall
of wind.
"Oh, my, a shipwreck!" cried Josie;
•how jolly."
"It isn't very jolly for me,'1 re-
turned Gracie, almost out of paticiico
from her exertions.
1 mean it seems so like r. real big
one."
•That isn't very nice, either, when
men get drowned sometime* like old
Mr. llardley's son did."
No-o, 1 s'pose it isn't," thought-
fully assented Josie; "but 1 tell you,
1*11 get a stick and help you put them
straight and sail them." and she ran
off in search of the de ire article.
.She was just returning*, when a
startled cry broke from some one
among the mirthful, joyous throng.
Almost at the same time another
girl screamed, with every evidence of
extreme alarm,
"Kuu, girls, run! Here <*L>mes Black
Rosannu; don't let her caUh us!"
With frightened exclamations, shoes
and stockings were eagerly grasped,
and leaping deftly from raft to raft,
the girls quickly reached the shore
and disappeared over tho top of the
hill, far front where the person called
• lllack Rosanna" had appeared.
Not one of tho girls looked back
after the first glance at the object of
their terror, nor did they notice that
little Josio was so overcome by fright
as to be unable to make a movement.
Her mind was as paralyzed for the
time and her limbs refused to do their
oftioo.
• -black Rosanna" v/as the terror of
the village children. Sho was a col-
ored servant of a wealthy sea-captain
of the village, who had brought her
to his home from one of his southern
voyages. The children, who had
never before seen a black person, were
greatly alarmed at her appearance in
Urn village streets, and very naturally
avoided her. She, on seeing what
consternation )<* • coior created among
ihe small folks, had enlarged upon
their first feelings of repugnance in
various ways, instead of trying to win
their confidence, so that now the
sight of her dusky countenance was
the signal for a general stampede of
the little ones.
This explains why the girls aban-
doned their playground so quickly at
the mention of her name.
Little Josie had been overcome by
the feelings which sometimes come to
us in dreams, when we dream of dan-
ger and yet seem unable to get away.
It was not until a broad, black hand
grasped her shoulder in a vise-like
grip that the spell which bound her
was broken; and then she struggled
with all her might to escape.
But it was too late. Black Rosanna
held her without exertion, hissing in
her ears: "Now I'se got yo\ an' i'so
gwine to douse yo'.sarcy buckra chile.
Lun yo1 lo call brack girl names."
"1 never called you names." sobbed
Josie. ••Please don't duck me. because
marm said if I got wet she'd whip
mo."
• Doan' keer fer dat," returned the
black girl defiantly; -i jes know dot
yo' an' de oders alius call me names,
an' 1 done 'low as how I'll fix yo', an1
den de oders will take keer how dey
trifle wif Black Kosanui."
"I'll ask them all never to do any-
thing to you again." appealed Josie,
"if you'll only let me go. I'm "
"Yo' jes' shut up," rudely broke In
the negress, taking a stronger grasp
on her shoulder. "I tole yo' I was
gwine to douse yo', an' so I be."
Unheeding the protestations of inno-
cence, and appeals for mercy by Josie,
who was a small, fragile girl for her
age. the callous-hearted negress
dragged her to the edge of the raft,
screaming in terror, and plunged her
not only once, but twice and thrice be-
neath tho briny water. She was then
thrown carelessly on the raft by the
vengeful black, who took herself off,
muttering threats to any others who
might fall into her hands.
Chilled through from contact with
the water, and half strangled by the
amount of fluid she had swallowed,
poor Josie lay partially unconscious
for a time in the position the negress
had cast her. Finally, arising with
difficulty, she made her way with slow
and faltering steps towards her home,
picking up her shoes and stockings on
her way.
She had forgotten for a moment her
mothers injunction not to get her
clothing wet; but now it suddenly
flashed across her mind. Completely
drenched as she was. and shivering in
the wind, which had changed into a
raw, easterly breeze, so common to
parts of New England, she could not.
restrain her tears at this thought.
She felt she would not dare to go
home, for fear of punishment, never
thinking that the cause of her unfor-
tunate condition would make a deal of
difference. Her mother's word had al-
ways been Ian- to her. and thus sho re-
garded it now. In her pitiable plight
it is no wonder she did not stop to
reason. Hardly aware of what sho
was doing or where her steps were
carry I her. she mechanically kept
on her way until she found herself
shelter J from the^ wind by an old
bflrn, not far from where she 4iv* d.
It seemed like a protecting hand
bold out to shield her, and pressing
closely to its well-worn sides she
buried her face in her hands, while
sobs came thick and fast. Soon a
hand was placed lightly on her shoul-
der, aud turning quickly, her tear be-
dimmcd eyes beheld the motherly
countenance of Mrs. Page, a neighbor
of the Clark family.
"Come, come now. Josie." she said,
"I saw it all from my window, the
heathenish witch! I s'pose you're
afraid to go home; but your mother
wont whip you fer anything like that,
you had ought to know. Come, you
must get home instantly," she urged |
as sho led the rather reluctant girl
away.
It was only a few steps to the house
where Josie lived, and as Mrs. Page
opened the door she exclaimed. — I
"Now. Mrs. Clark, you musn't |
whip Josie! That good-fer-nothing
black Rosanna went and ducked her
in the water between the rafts, and if
you don't want her to ketch her death
o' cold you'd better put her to bed and
git her in a sweat as quick us
you can "
Mrs. Page, who had during this
speech been busily engaged iu strip-
ping off some of Josie's wet clothing,
at this point in the exc tement. en-
deavored to pull off the trembling
girl's sho?s before unlacing them.
The pertubed spirit of the mother
did not wait for further advice, and
between the two Josio was soon
snugly tucketf in bed and a warm
drink of "composition" given her.
These prompt measures prevented a
fever setting In: but still the exposure
proved too much for her slight frame,
and It was some 0ay« before she was
able to go unoo^ her playmates
again.
Meanwhile, tho tale of the indignity
Josie had suffered had spread over the
entire village, and very wrathful in-
deed, were the older peoplo. It was
the one mind of all, that for the safety
of their children Black Bosanna
should be either looked up or inndo to
leave tho town
Before any antivo meuw«i u*«!d
be taken, however, her mattes who
had heard of the affair, ieiU*i the
matter by sending tht 8«r«ut
away. Otis Loh.
A LAY OF EGGS. trils—how high his head the g
his eyes—the tall held out
A worldly-wise egg borer laid a nut I plume—the ears working and ti
rh.n 'Uf . dancing! He 1ihs uot been hit,
ggelT' '"Ct has left his rider dead bark t,
the stubble—a federal captain.
Eggs-ultantly eggs-claiming as to what
she'd been about.
While chanticleer said in echo ' an excel-
lent lay-out.''
4'A good eggs uuipie." Biddy said, "for
others' imitation."
"Eggsaetly" chorused all the brood, in
oue grand cuckle-atiou.
l'heu chanticleer broke in again, with shrill
"Eggs eel si-or."
In cock-a-duodle lingo, heard anear and
known afar.
And then again, with flapping wings and
an air of eggs-ultation.
He eggs-ceded all authority in
eg^s-claiuation,
eepmg
Her Price.
Husband. - When the ta!lo ames
for that suit of mine to be mended I
want you to let him have it"
Wife. "But I should thins you'
would let 1110 mend them. It Is so
much cheaper."
lli.sband. "No, it isn't. The last
time you mended my clothes it cost j
me $50 for a new dress for you."
Which these eggs-centric lines in rhyme,
but feebly may express,
Said that his eggs-chequer was full to an
eggs-cess.
Kggs eitedly eggs plaining his eggs-traor-
dinary eggs-hibition.
Eggs plicitly eggs-ulting and assuring eggs-
pedition.
la eggs-tractiug from this one eggs-pert
an eggs-citing chicken match,
For biddy, iu eggs-pectancy, would eggs
plicate aud batch.
Then thoy went to "counting chickens,"
thus oue, aud two, aud three,
Jne egg. one chick, two eggs, two chicks,
as many as may be.
But Farmer Brown in eggs-tasy came
across this eggs-tra nest,
/ jid eggs-tradited all the eggs—the reader
knows the rest.
—Good Housekeeping.
A BATTLE IN A BATTLE.
Our battery had been doing splendid
service.
from our position on the right we
-Ould see the shells drop into the
woods and break up the formation of
the confederate cavalry every time they
left cover.
We knew where they were. Job
Stuart's old troopers were there. Wade
Hampton's dragoons were there, Fitz
Lee's hard fighters were there—Imbo-
den, Rosser, Mosby—every confeder-
ate cavalry command wo had fought
in Virginia was making ready in the
shelter of the woods to charge on our
left flank.
"Boom! boom! boom!"
Thegunners knew what was atstake.
The orders wore to die at tho guns if
the position could not be held. For
half an hour their bursting shells kept
the front clear, and wo of the cavalry
sheered them.
"What's that!"
Out from the cover of the forest at
half a dozen places gallop the gay
troopers by hundreds. They wheel to
the right and left, form in two lines,
take their distifncc, close up with a
trembling motion, and now there will
be a grand charge. The shells burst
in front of them, over them, among
them, but discipline is stronger than
the fear of death.
Less than throe hundred of us—all
cavalry—to support the battery! If
that mob of gray riders ever reaches
the foot of the slope we shall be picked
up and sent whirling like dry leaves
in a hurricane. The fire of the six
guns becomes more rapid—it is truly
terrific; bnt iir Wlelr hasto^he fcuunem
do less execution.
Left wheel—forward—half-right
dress!"
Just 278 of us by actual count as wo
dress in two ranks. What are we go-
ing to do?
Draw sabe:*9—forward—trot—gal-
lop—charge!"
They are driving us down at that
body of men—ten times our number—
to break and check tho charge. If we
?an stop them for ten minutes the bat-
tery will be saved by the infantry. We
oblique to the left as we go to close
up. We are a living wedge, driving '
down to enter a living mass and split
it in twain.
Afraid? No! Thero is an exultation
—a sort of drunkenness—about it
which drowns all fear. It's taking
awful chauces—odds of a hundred to
one—but thero comes a species of in-
sane delight when one figures such
desperate odds. They are coming at
a gallop—we are charging at full
speed. Every carbine is slung to its
owner's back; the sabre is to settle
this. They are yelling as they come;
wo "yi! yi! yi!" in reply.
Can the wedge enter? Is tho im-
petus strong enough to break a way
into the solid wall of living men and
horses? I look along their line as the
distance decreases with fearful rapidi-
ty, and I realize that tho shock will
bo tremendous.
Here it comes! Brace for it! Shut
your teeth hard—grip with your knees
—mind your stirrups! Crash—smash
—whirl—dust—smoke!
Tho wedge enters! The wedge drives
ahead over fallen horses and dis-
mounted riders—yelling, slashing, cut-
ting—keeping its pace. A trooper
slashes at me- -a horse goes down in
front of mine—I feel myself falling
with my borse, and then I am out of
tho fight for a moment.
The darkness which enshrouded
things passes away after a bit, and 1
find my horse lying across my feet,
with the saddle flap so holding them
that his dead body must be lifted up to
get me clear.
The charge of tho gray troopers
was broken. That wedge drove right
through the mass and turned to attack
them in tho rear. Swirling about in
circles like tho Vulture of War, the
111a >s of men edges away until tho
field around me is dear of all but dead
and wounded. I've got 11 sabre-cut on
tho Shoulder, and can feel tho warm
blood bathing my arm, but I know I
could walk away if I could get my feet
clear. 1 am working to extricate
them, when 1 hear hoof-beats behind
mo, and next moment a riderless horse
dashes up and comes to u halt.
Ah! but how the glory of battle ex-
cites a horse! See how red his nos-
Tho horse stands pawing and
ine, when out from tho whirl of
half a mile away, breaks a el
charger and comes galloping do
on us. Thero is blood on the sadd
—drops of blood on his shiny
It is uot his blood, but that of ti
federate major who rode him, ai
has been cut down by a stroke
sabre.
It is gray vs. chestnut—fedei
confederate. The ncwcomer if
hundred feet away, when the
horse rushes at. him with cai
back and mouth open, and as I
them I forget that shells are s
ing, bullets whistling and the
doing bloody work within sound
voice. As the two horses coi
gether they rear up, neigh delhi
each other, and a light begins —
tie within a battle. Each .-con
bued with a deadly hatred f<
other, and to bo determined lot
his antagonist.
Now thoy rear up and strike v
ly at each other.
Now thoy wheel as one an
and utter shrill screams.
Now thoy bear off to the left
to the right—now crash togoth*
strike and bite as if possessed
spirit of furies.
O' a sudden I realize that th
close upon me. In their rnaii
they sec neither dead nor woui
hear not the shot and shout of :
The gray kicks a dead man as
he backs up for a fresh offer
chestnut tramples the life out
wounded man as he dances ;
They will be over me if I do 110
them! The heels of the gra
throwing dirt into my face as
sling my carbine and rest it acn
dead horse for a shot. 1 lire
gray, as he is nearest and tho gi
menace, but the bullet misses ti
get At that moment they bo-
work to the left, and in tho nox
are past me, leaping over dead
and trampling on dead men a
scream and bite and kick.
Above tho roar of battle I 1
riflo-shell coming. It gives
growling, complaining sound
no man ever hears without n
The sound grows louder—ne
crash! 'Tho horses were fiftj
away, and it must have struck <
them. There was a cloud of sir
a whizzing of ragged fragment
when I could see again both
were down—torn and manglei
almost blotted off the face of the
by the awful force of the explos
New York World.
A MENACE TO CHRISTEN
Tho Governor of Amoy Point* O
Hunger of Her Art vanc<«me it
A private letter from Amoy
an extract from tho speech whir
delivered at a Fourth of July An
at the American consult; t<
Tain Chin Chung the gjvern
the province. Tsln ( hin ( 1
speech was a remarkable-.0:10 1.1
ways, and it attracted attention
foreign colony of Amov :v indi
the estimato of a glover maul of ('
i dutton to tiie * rest of trio '
Tsin (Jhin Chung was called uj
respond to the toast, • -The En
of China.'1 In part he said:
"It is d'ttiealt for a European
predate the breadth- and depth .
meaning of this toast to the CI
mind. It Includes the family
guage, race, nation and tliec
It includes literature, law, mora
a history of lifty centuries, China
ing followed its own principles
vancement during more than
years, is now compelled to chanj
move along European channel
has begun to own steamship*
railways. Its telegraph now 1
every province. It has at last 1
forges and foundries like those
sen, of Sheffield, and of IMttt
China is to-day learning that los
education which Europe lias 0
her to learn, tho art of killing
scienco of armies and navies,
then, to the world if tho sc
profiting by her lesson, should
it in turn. With its freedom
debt, its inexhaustible resouro
its teeming millions, this e
might be the menace if not th
stroyor of Christendom. No 1
what happens, it needs 110 pro|
gift to know that the twentieth <
ry will see at tho forefront of ti
tions of the world China in th<
and America in the West. Wei
wo pray that for the welfare 0
manity their purposes will
peaceful and upright as they t
day."—New York Sun.
Something lo Suy 4|ulek.
The popularity of "Peter 1
celebrated peck of pickled jiej
will probably never wane as a
to catch tho tongue that would f;
agile; but that test has form
rivals. The following short sent
as their authors maintain, do wc
in baffling tho ordinary pow
speech. Gaze 011 tho gay grey
ado. The sea ceaseth, and it su
us. Say. should such a shapely
shabby stitches show? Strange
egio statistics. Givo Grimes
tfM gig whip. Sarah in a shawl
eled soft snow softly. Sho soil
shells. A cup of coffee in a a
coffee-pot. Smith's spirit flask
Philip's sixth sister's fifth squ
skull.—Saturday Evening Post
Sore and Sour—Uidbreiiei
"Why don't you fly?'1 inquire
eagle of the flying machine man
went by on crutches.
"Flying is a soro subject to
answered the man with a sigh.
"And me, too" laughed tho <
soaring off into tho cerulean.
Moral: Mind your own bualn
Free Press,
s
4
mini' 1 tm occurred ••
« go. At a freight sale at Jefferson
vt\\S, lud., the tiunK was pufi d
| JMiu Colvltf and Uar« was nailed.
J '4'Ut Missouri : flcretarv * f state hai
iaaufcd n c1:«ii't<*r to i)i«' Kansas City, I'll
Wfctlul tM.H mid architects, flfte
prietors, eight diplomatist*, nin<
ad marine engineers, ten farmei
agriculturist ight^ three land <
ten ironmasters and inctyl marc
fifteen labor rvpn-Kcnt Uiven, fli|.v
I-M. V«'u doctor'*.
f
f teristics oanger.MiM, an, inu«*en. r«
rivil ' Irnw any^t'dictment against a nation.
1 Vet Thackeray did accuse collective
v.lnbft Bull of the meanest of qualities—
i ' Ssnobbery.: ''Brethreu," he would have
illl /said let I, go very gently. W our
iiple-,K l<in,beyond the * ** eut Vf**"
self found dimeuiT to practice1 nwr
not been outlawed by the lapse of
years. There i* an impress ion that op-
portunities for Individual success are
being restricted nowaday# ani\ over-
shadowed by corporations To somo
i>nU tmupoiuvlly, thin may Ih
I same globe attracted the apple, the dif-
ference being that tho iniquity of tho
force becomes weaker the greater tho
distance of the attructod bt-fy from the
' earth. In fact, the attract yn of tho
enrth on a ton of matter at L- distance
"f ' bn inoun wouM be Wit-
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