Bellows Falls times. [volume] (Bellows Falls, Vt.) 1856-1965, 1862-01-03

be found the soldiers so ready to accept the /
tracts and good books which he offered fer
distribution. am persuaded that this i'm
presslge execution, the first Of the kind /
must have 4 sa'ulary effect upon The whole /
army. The terrible fate Of johnson will
stamp The infamous crime of deserlion with /
increased obloqny, and 80 far to dissuade
any who may have contemplated it from
attempti: 6 the fatal step. Johnson's death !
would have been made sure at the first fire /
had not two or three of tie carbineers re-
fused to discharge their pieees-a well
meant, but as il proved, inhuman omission.
contributing TO augment the sutferiags of
their unfortunate comrade, and for which
they are now in irons. and likely TO suffer
severe punishment
A Gun cuT orr WITH An Axe
(RuT NOT WITHOUT AN AxE-ISG.) )--"Don't
You see this lock Of hair n said an old man
10 me. Yes, but what Of ii? II Is, ! sup
pose, curl from the head of dear child
long since gone 10 God."--"It is not. 1t is
lock Of my own hair; and it is now nearly
seventy years since it was cut from this.
head. d.'-'But Why DO you prize lock of
your hair SO much ?"-"It has story be-
/ longing to it, and strange one. / keep ii
thus with care because it speaks TO me more
Of God and His special care than anything
else possess. ] was little child of four
years old, with long, curly locks, which, in
sun or rain or wind, hung down my checks
uncovered. One day my father went into
The woods to cut log, and went with him.
was standing a little way behind bin, or
rather at his side, watching with interest
the strokes Of lhe heavy AK as it went up
and came down upon the wood, sending off
splin;ers at evey stroke, in all directions
Some Of the splipiers fell at my feet. and /
eagerly stopped to pick them up. In doing
10 ! stumbled forward, and in a moment my
curly head lay upon The log. ] had fallen
JUST the moment wien the AK was coming
down with all its force. | was too late to
stop the blow. Down came the AK. !
screamed, and my father fell to the ground
in terror. He could not stay the stroke
and in the blindness Nhich the sudden hor-
or caused he thought he had killed his boy.
We soon recovered | from my fright, and
he from bis terror. He caught me in his
arm and looked at me from head to foot to
find out the deadly wound which he was
sure he had inflicted. Not drop Of blood
nor scar was TO be seen. He knelt upon
the grass and gave thanks TO gracious
God. Having done so, he took up his ak
and foand a few hairs upon IFS edge. lie
turned to the log he had been splitting, aud
there was single curl from his boys hair,
sharply cut through and laid upon the wood.
How great the escape 1t was as if an angel
had turned aside the edge at the moment
when ii was descending OH my head. With
renewed thanks upon his lips he took up the
curl and went home with me in his arms.
That lock he kept all his days, as a memo
rial of Gods care and love. That lock he
left to me on his dealll-bed"
ECCENTRIC HosPITALITY-During the
American war Of 1912, soldier who had
been wounded and honorably discharge, be-
ing destitute and benighted, knocked at the
door of an Irish farmer, when the following
dialogue ensued -
! Pdtrick.-And who the divil are you
now
Soldier.-NIy name is John Wilson.
R-And where the divil are you going
from, John Wilson?
S.-From the American army at Erie
sir.
P-And what DO you want hers?
S.-Win you permit me TO spread my
blanket on your floor and sleep there to-
night?
P-Diyil take me if do, John Wilson.
,S-On your kitchen floor, sir7
P-Noi /, by the IIill o Howth.
/ S-In your stable, tlienl
P.-I viii be hanged if do that, aiher
SIN dying with hunger. Give me
bone and crustj viii ask no more.
P-Dyil blow me if do, sir.
S.-Give me some water to quensh my
thirst, beg Of you.
P-Beg and be hanged, I'll do no such
thing.
S-sirl have been fighting to secure
the blessings ycu now enjoy; can you SO
inhospitably reject me from your home?
P-Rejvet youl Who the divil talked
about rejecting you? May be | am not
the scuryy spalpeen you take mo to be.
John wilson You asked me TO let you lie
on my fooi, my kitchen floor, or my stabls. I
Now, by the powers d'ye think I'd do that
when have dozen soft beds all empty :
Now, by tie Hill . lIouth. John Wilson.
that wont. in lie second plac,, you told