East Saginaw courier. (East Saginaw, Mich.) 1859-18??, 1861-11-19
william Brown aud hls Tracl.


The women Of Amorics, my
boy, arc a credit to the Amsricsa eagle.
snd a great expense 20 their husbands
and fathers, but they don't exactly M
derstand the most pressing wants Of the
soldier. For instance; a young girl,
about seyenty-fye years Of age, has been
sending ten thousand pious tracts to the
Mackerel Brigade, and the consequence
is, that the air around the camp has been
full of spit balls for a week. These
tracts, my boy, are very good for dying
sinners and other Southerners, but I'd
rather have Bulwer's novels for general
reading, William Brown, Of regiment
Five, lot one of them the other day,
headed, "NNho is your Father" The no
BILE youth read the question over once or
twice, and then dashed the publication
to the ground, and tovk some tobacco to
check his emotions. CThat brave youths
father, my boy, is a disgrace to his spc-
cies; hc has been sinking deeper and
deeper in, shame for some months past.
until at last, his name has got on the
Mozart Hall ticllet.) saw that William
didn't understand what the tract really
meant, aud so explained to him that IL
was intended to signify that God was his
father. The gifted young soldier looked
at me droamily for moment, and then
says he pf
"God is my Fathcrp' says he. "Well,
now am hangedi( that amt funny; for,
whenever mother spoke of dad, sho al
ways called him the old deyilp
William never went TO Sabbath School,
my boy, and his knowledge of theology
wouldn't start country church. s.l.s
Wishing TO find out if he knew any
thing about catechism, asked him, last
Sunday afternoon, il he knew who Moses
was. tgo .e5rl t1lDrFl oUs
"Yes," says he, II know him very WE'LL
he sells old clothes in Chatham street,
went over to Virginia yesterday to
review Berdan's Sharpshooters, and was
much ssionished, my boy, at their won.
dsrful skill with the rifle. The target is
q little smaller than the side Of barn,
with hole through the centre exactly
the size of a bullet They set this up,
my boy, just 500 yards away, and fired At
it in turn After sixty Of them had fired,
I went with them to the target, but
couldn't sec that it had been hit by
single bullet. l remarked this to tho
captain, whereupon he looked at me pity
ingly, and says he .t.- .,
"Do you sec that hole in the bulls eye,
Just the size Of bulletg !.' - tfniHad
allowed that did. di,7 al
"Well,n said he, 'the bullets oil went
through that holcs
Now, l don't mean TO say that the oap-
tain lied, my boy; but it's my opinion
my private opinion, my boy, that il he
ever writes work Of fiction, il will sail.
La Mountain has been up in his bal
loon, and went so high that he could ses
all the way to the Gulf Of Mexico, and
observe what they had for dinner ut Fort
Pickens. Hc made discoveries of an i'm
portant character, my boy, and says that
the rebels have concentrated several
troops at Manassas es E@oa
A reporter Of tho Tribune asked him
If he could sec any negro instructions;
and he said that he did see some black
spots moving around near South Caro-
lima, but found out afterward that they
were some ants which had got into his
telescope. -,.., ..
The Prince de Joinville's two sons, my
boy, are admirable additions to Gen. Nc
Clellan's staff, and speak English so well
that can almost understand what they
say. Two Arabs are expected here to-
morrow TO take command Of Irish brig.
AIDES; and Gen. Blenker will probably
have two Astecs to assist him in his Ger
man division. Yours, musingly, 10
ORrHEus G. KERR.