The weekly Butte record., 1861-10-05
NO. as
A Noble Youth.

| The following anecdote was related 10
gentleman during night he spent IN farms
house in Virginia, some years ago:
In December II, toward the close oil
dreary day, woman with an infant were dis
covered half buried in the snow by a little
Virginian, seven years old. The promising
lad was returning from school, and hearing the
moans of some one in distress, threw down his
satchel of books, and repaired to the spot
whence the sound proceeded, with frmness
becoming one of ripper years. Raking the
snow from the benumbed body Of the mother,
and using means to awaken her to q sense of
her deplorable condition, the noble youth sue
ceeded in getting her upon her feet; the IN
/ fant, nesting on its mothers breast, turned its
eyes toward their youthful preseryer, and smiled
as it seemed, in gratitude for Preservation
With a countenance filed with hope, the gal
liant youth cheered the sufferer on, himself
bearing within his tiny arms the infant child,
while the mother leaned for support on the
shoulder Of her little conductor. my home
is hard by would he excaim. as Oft as her
spirits failed And thus for three miles did
he cheer onward a mother and child, both Of
whom otherwise must have perished, had it
not been for the humane feeling and perscve-
verance of this noble youth.
A warm fire and kind attention soon relieved
the sufferer. who, it appeared was in search
Of her husband an emigrant from New llamp-
shire, a recent purchaser of a farm in the
neighborhood of -, near this place. Dill
gent inquiry for several days found him, aud
in five months after, the identical house in
which we are now sitting was erected, and re-
ceived the happy family. The child grew up
to manhood d-catered the army-lost limb at
New Orleans, but returned to end his days,
solace to the declining years Of his aged pa
rents
Where are they now? 1 asked the narrator.
Here exclaimed the son. Il am the res
cued one there is my mother; and here i'm
printed on my naked arm, is the name Of the
noble youth-our preservcr p
looked and read : WINFIELD ScorT,' now
Leutenant> General of the U. S. Army"
An IRISH SOLDIERS DoDGE-A son of the
Emerald Isle, but not himself green, was taken
up flor he was at the time DORM near a rebel
encampment, not far from Manassas Junction.
In a word, Pat was taking quiet nap in the
shade, and was aroused from his slumbers by
a scouting party. He wore no special uniform
of either army, but looked more like a spy
than an alligator and on this was arrested.
"Who are you? what is your name2 and
where are you from ?" were the first questions
put to him by the armed party. Pat rubbed
his eyes, scratched his head and answered
Be gorra. gintlemen, thin is ugly questions
to answer, anyhow, and before answer any O.
thim Id be after akin ye, by yere lave, the
same thing"
Well, said the leader, we are scouts of
SCOTS army, and belong TO Washington"
"An right" said Pat al knowed ye were
gintlemen, for I'm that same. Long life to
Gineral Scott"
"Aha, replied the scouts, now, you rascal,
shoulder
How is that, are we not friends inquired
Pat.
No." was the answer, we belong to Gen.
Beauregard's army"
Then ye told me lie, me boys and think
ing it might be So l told ye nother.' Now
tell me the truth, and l will tell you the truth
too"
Well, we belong to the State of South
Carolina"
So do l." promptly responded Pat, an
to all the other States O the country, too and
there I'm thinkin' l bate the whole O. ye Do
ye think I'd come all the way from ould Ire~
land to belong to one State, when l had a
right to belong to the whole O thin ?"
PRETTY Coon. "A story is told Of the Hon
j. A. Gurley, representative in Congress from
the ID district of Ohio, which will bear re-
peating. The Honorable NJ. c., like Mr.. Ely,
wanted to see a battle, and overpowcred by
his curiosity, he took his horse and gig and
followed on after the army When the battle
commenced he hitched his horse TO tree at a
convenient distance, and sought a position
where his view would be uninterrupted. When
the time arrived for making a sudden departure
necessary, Mr.. Gurley sought bis horse and
gig, but somebody had been in that vicinity
before him, and bis conveyance was gone. No
time was to be lost, SO the member from Ohio
peeled off his coat and vest, got out Of his
boots as quickly as possible, and started with
apparently full determination to make the
best time to the capital and as an evidence
of his running qualities, it is stated that he
beat his own horse and gig to Washington
nearly an hour.
A FIRST RATE HIT-AN HIsToRIcAL FAcT.
The New York Tribune revives an historical
fact that is well calculated to stop the English
merriment over our small loss at the battle of
/ Manassas