Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1845-07-24
RATTLE OF NEW ORLEANS.
BY C. II. SAUNDERS.

The Sailor loues to fight his battles
Ger again IN sang and Story.'-This
thought struck me when, upon visit to
the battle-ground of New Orleans, which
is situate four miles below The city, | en-
countered an old negro, who occupied an
old shanty inits immediate neighborhood
/ never looked upon a more deplorable
picture of humanity than he presented
His face was SCARED and scanned, as it
appeared, with many sabre cu.-ono
eye and part Of his nose were absent-hls
hands were minus halt their compliment
of fngers--and his uce of crutch salts
fled me that his leg had likewise been
mu,ilated. Now, thought !, shall re-
ceivc a rich reward for my pilgrimage
from the city. Many were the glowing
accounts | have read of the eventiul
Eighth Of Janua,y--bnt now, upon the
very field where old Hickory met in
fearful fight the flowers Of the British
army, and from the lips olone who shared
the periIs of the day, was to receive all
unadorncd account of the fearful strug-
gle. With these reflections approached
his mansion. Before, however, | had a
chance to accost him, the 'wur-worn vet
cram saIuled me with.
'Ah, massa, how is you? Juss hole on
half n shake, Till get my ole hat, an
III be dar.
He then hobbled into the house, and
in moment, with his hat in his hand, he
had returned and was at my side, and
the following colloquy was held. between
U.s.
Well, 'umcLc, how long have you sub
ourned here"
DO what sir, said Ebony, looking con-
founded
'How long have you sonjourned here!
'Dare's been no soicria' here for some
time, massa.
4 mean how long have you lired herel'
'Oh-why tor de lass thirty year.
'lndeed!--then of course you were
here at the time o(the battle, and can tell
me great deal about it.
TO be sure | ken, massa; gemmcn Of
EN- cum an az me all bout it. Does
you wan, to buy any bulits-selI EN- pie
uyune picce-giniwine dug mp ones, and
no mistake. Sum of de niggers do"n
heah alb been mderSeAin but the bulhts
dey sell is spurious, an what dey sell for
pieces OBJ bum shell is Jruck mp dinner
potsp
Very well; we'll think Of those thing
anon How far does this trench extend
back into the swamp
We'll, dun know 'zaally. mass, bat
it's upward oh debJle Oh ways--'bout
tree miles, b'lieve.'
'On which side was the American re-
doubt"
On dis side, massa: whole line of cot
ton bags all along heah, Thar point
ING to an old oak is whar Jlneral Jack.
sing haJ his tent
'Ah, old fellew! don't you feel proud Of
the glorious work you did that day.
What day nasal
The 9th of January. 1915
well, massa, didn't work so hard
on da, day is did the day before
What we're you doing then?
'Carun cotton bags DOM from Nc,c Or.
hcayn
All, but The day-the glorious Eighth
when becoming enthusiastic you re-
ceived those wounds, the scars of which
remain ao enduring monuments of your
bravery.
why, didn't git desc in Jinewary,
an 1t wasn't heah, nude
Where elsp?
Bout five year ago. board a steam.
boat when she blowed up.
Where, then, were you on that event
full morning, when the first cannon gave
the signal for the attack
'Rhnin' like the debblc mp 10 tomnF
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