Meigs County telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy [Ohio]) 1848-1859, 1859-08-02
An Arnny AMeceEOte.

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When the Virginia regiment Of volun-
teers arrived at General Taylor's camp
at Walnut Springs, near Monterey, their
arms were rather the worse for their bns
march from Comargo, being somewhat
rusty, and dusty. A certain lieutenant OF
that corps, who prided himself on belong
ing to one Of the F. T. V.'s-first families
of Virginia--on the next day after their
arrival, was strolling through the camp
trying to get peep at the old general,
when be espied stout fellow in his shirt
sleeves seated on the ground beneath a
|'shkdy bower, hard at work on sword
hilt. The lieutenant with pompous air
walked up to the old chap and addressed
him as follows:
81 say. Old Eel, which is General Tay-
lor's tent?'
Old Eel, hard at work rubbing the
sword hilt-"That one there"
i wonder if l could see the great hero?"
"Well, colonel, you might, and then
again you might not" ...
Putting on an extra share OF dignity,
the officer said: "Come my old trump, you
must show me how l can get sight at
him. Whose sword is that which you are
cleanng?" ......
"What, this cheese knife. That's old
Zach's-I have been cleaning it for him. :"
"Then you work for the General, do
you? Well, my weapon is little rusty,
and if you will clean it up handsomely |
will give you dollar"
"Well, drop your toadsticker here, and
drop round this way tomorrow, aud I'll
have it ready for you. If you don't find
me here, you call over to the Generals
tent, and I'll be there"
The lieutenant left his sword with the
old chap, and after taking turn or two
about the generals quarters, and an occa-
sional peep through the doorway of the
hut, went his way. The day following he
called at the bower where he had seen the
man at work bu, found no one. He then
went over to the Generals tent, and the
sentry seeing that he was an officer passed
him in. He found the "Old FeP' walking
up and down in the route tent, in which was
small table covered with newspaper and
couple of camp stools. The "Old
Trump handed the officer his sword, all
bright and clean as when it first came from
Amos Factory, on the banks Of the Con-
necticut. Upon receiving it, the lleuten-
ant kindly informed cold Fel' of the
startling fact that he belonged to one OF
the frs; families of Virginia, and then,
punching the "Old Trump playfully in
she ribs, he said:
Come, now, Old Fatty, can't you show
us the General?"
At this. "Old Fel'' drew himself up and
shouted in a voice of thunder. while his
eyes flashed fire, "boy! l am General Tay-
lor.'
Overwhelmed with confusion, the young
scion of the "F. T. v" could not say
word, but with staring eyes and open
mouth bowed himself out of the tent. He
then made bee line through the woods,
Old Zach shouting after him:
81 say, Young Eel, you have forgot that
dollar
But the lieutenant did not stop until he
reached the Virginia encampment, where
he stad in his tent, in momentary appre
hension of an order for his arrest. No
order came, however, but the story at
length got out, and many sharp quiz
was put upon the young gentleman by his
brother officers, as to his employing Gen.
Taylor to clean his sword hilt, and how
many inches "Old Fatty had upon his
ribs