The Burlington weekly hawk-eye. [volume] (Burlington [Iowa]) 1860-1876, 1861-11-02

YANKEE DOODLE VS.. UIXIE-dOW
ScoUT LOST Hrs BREEcnEs.-During
these hayward times, many interesting
items Of adventure are daily occurring
which will appear in future story, and the
Jessie Scouts will no doubt occupy page
in the thrilling tales that have yet to be
told. This company Of youthful, but har-
dy, circumspect and fearless adventures,
is constantly employed for some danger
Gus duty; and their captain, young and
agile fellow, named Carpenter, il never
better pleased than when engaged in some
desperate affair whether alone or acompa-
MED by cone or more of his men. One of
the latter-S. J. Hale-more lately re-
turned from an expedition, with very
lugubrious countenance, superinduced by
the result which is as follows OF nearly 30:
Mounted on swift horse he was car
rying dispatches, secretsd on his person,
to certain part 10 this State, and was
somewhere in the vicinity Of Waverly. He
had ridden some ten miles, and was very
disconsolate for the want of an adventure,
for the boys cannot rest patiently in their
saddles if something stirring does not
turn up OCCASIONALLY. He made up his
mind to stop the first suspicious looking
individual he met, and had not long to
wait An independent secesh came along
on horse carrying shot gun. and whist
ling "Dixie." Hale presented his revol-
yer at the fellow, and requested him to
dismount, which he did. The scout took
possession of horse and guu, and saw the
rebel vanish in the woods. It was after
this that the joke occurred, which made
poor Hale wiser if not better man.
Lost in reverie he rode along and un-
consciously began to whistle Yankee Doc
die, but scarcely had two bars Of the tune
been, performed, when out sprang from
the woods large and fierce looking man
who, as quick as thought took a deadly
aim at the young adventurer within a few
feet Of his breast.
The scout was at his wits end in mo-
ment, aud he saw he could not escape.
To draw his revolver would have been
madness, SO he made no movement, but
asked, "Who are your
The rebels answer was: 81 may be a
ghost; but, alive or dead, you can't fool
this child; you're Lincoln horde: come
off that horse"
of came Hale, and into the rebels
hands soon went his pistols. The poor
fellow thought he would now be allowed
to 60, but he was startled with the hoarse
order of the 1ebel-"Off with them bootsv
and off came the boots.
"Of with then pants or die p said the
terrible Secesh, and off came the breech-
es. 1t did not take the rebel long to ex.
change his ragged habiliments for the
sound ones which he had secured, and
his newly acquired horse, he
said, Farewell, old codger: you're played
out. Your company don't suit. and your
suit is gone. A very quaint remark, but
painfully true. Poor Hale's only remark
was in the language of an old or new play,
We don't remember which:
"Done brown, by Heaven!
Let this pernicious hour
Stand accursed in the calender!
Somebody catch me- feel very faint.
I'm very sick. Let me 60 home and die in COM
fort"
The last thing Hare remembered of the
rebel was hearing him loudly sing;
''In Dixey's land I'll take my stand,
Wish you soon in Dixey."
Over the subsequent travels of the
breechless young man we delicately throw |
\ veil.-[Missouri Democrat.