Nashville union and American. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1853-1862, 1861-11-23
The Right Hon. Earl RUSSELL.
Adventures Of an Irishman at Bun Run

Correspondence OF the charleston Oour1er.
CENTREvnLz Nov 10, IS6l.-Sitting in a rainy
tent last evening overheard the following frag-
ment of g conversation between q party of Irish
soldiers which for richness and raeiness Charles
Lever would have immortaliZed himself by fresco-
ing in one of his inimitsble stories. The company
were detailing their experiences, "h1ir breadth es-
eapes by food and feld,Y spinning MGnchsusisn
yarns and cracking wonderful jokes, when enc Pat
Mullooney, q genuine son of the sod broke in with
an account Of his adventures during the battle of
Bull Run. give you the ebullitOn entire, though
half its fun and force are lost by its transfer to
psper.
Eye see, gintlemin," said Pat, (God forgive me
for calling such spslspeens out Nv yer names) that
time whin the ould Major came down like fiyin
diVil on his chisnut mare with his illgant sword,
that be jabers is like seythe blade, q wavin
about his hid, and yelled to US to come on and
charge the bloody Yankees be gorra it was to Wash
ington we thought we were goin all the way, and
the divil time to stop ct all, at ALL on the
road, not aven for dhrap of wather.
Well, sure enough, the ould Teller whit in hiRself
and sitter him, not thinking about anything at all
but jist going on. jumped over mite of fence
tight as toad and took to the wather Dull RUM
hkeia duck and when l got to the middle of the
strame looked around ,and the divil recaYe the
of yez near me. l was alone intirely sure. Thin
/ thought big fools as!ye all that was bigger
wan for not sthsying in the woods like the rist of
yez, and waiting for the spalpeens to come over.
But as was out there l thought to meseh I'll
otAke look at how things is, how things is be-
yant, and p'rsps I'll have crack o. me COON.
But diVil of thing could say. Jist as was ma
king up me mind to return to ye all, q big Yankee,
who looked as if he was seventeen feet high ivilled
his musket at me and fired. The bullet whistled
by me ear wild shrske worse than Tim Flangan's
fife.
Bad luck to ye, We thafe O. the wurrld saws /,
what are ye thrying to shoot me fur; sure l niver
done nothing to yez, and then l aimed shtrsight be-
twane his eyes and fired at him but the murtherin
ball didn't tuch hair ov his head that mist Be-
CORA, SEE to meself, now I'll take ye prisoner,
snyhow, and put mesef across the river as hard
as liver l could. l joomped up the bank and
loOkin mighty feerce at i'm, sed Surrender, ye
divil, or III blow yer brains out" The fun oY it
was, I'd forgot in me charge upon the spalpeen to
load me qua at all at ALL and the bloody thafe must
oy knew It. for he made at me wild his bay'net like
two legged locomotive. By the powers, but was
frightened. As he was coming down, laping siveraI
fate time says to mesef, "Pat, meiboy, mind yer
eye. Now's yer time to kape wide awake, or
you'll have q gimlet hole through yer valuable
BOWLS, and BIddy Mullooney will be q wilder"
Bad luck to the driln, sure its meself forgot how
to come to the charge. So TUX me COON by the
middle just as ye wad hould good ould fashioned
black thorn shillaly and balanced meself fur in As
be come down, the diVil take me if knew how to
git that hay net point out o. the way. twirled me
musket aroun me he'd till me fingers aehed; but
suddenly, bliss all the Howly Saints fur it. root
TUX the fut oe the bloody minded rascal an he
went sprsWhng on the turf lookin as pretty let
Their X as ye ever signed to yer name, at the same
time that his bay'net shtruck fut In the ground.
1 gin yell and was on him before pig could
grunt, and put me fut on his neck. Surrender We
divil" said /, but the divil word did he spake.
thought l had his throte too tight an let him
go 10 give him fair chance to luther his s:ntiments
What dye think the spalpane thryed to do? Sure
it was to git his musket out Of the ground and
sthruck me wild it again. But sthin didn't want to
hurt the haste, SO st hit him little crack in the
head wild the butt o. me COON, and broke his jaw.
Then he became quiet an made him take his mus
ket and cross the crake, when drew him to the
hospital and the divil of dacenter better behaved
teller ye niver saw after that He laid in bed six
wakes and didn't spske nary word. That's what
did 1t Bull Run, Who'll give me poteen Of whisky?