St. Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1845-1863, 1862-02-27


The ground was covered with the spaen-
did long moss they had pulled from che
ise eaks. Dolph sat sq,,st upon the
ground. his facs and hands very dirty: BIZ
fiagers constantly picking som .thing, bis
body noving. his head turning xildly from,
o'se shle 10 the other. his eyes dreadfully
swellel sish sss<eisg. ss.z,a...es.sIs
sslIslIo. Dolph. how are you :, And
he peered up toward ny face.
Col. Hawiey." said somebody.
Yes" said be, chat is Colonel Haw-
ley" and be took my hand with . tight
grip. Col. Hawley. Look at my poor
baby, my poor sick baby"
He.had little pile Of moss. and on i.
iay his cartridge tex. carefully covered.
all but one edge Of it. with his blanket
That Was his BABY! And he turned bis
blanket down As sendcrly a. if the cartridge
box wesc delicate little baby. He spoke
brokcnly aud at intervals. but With .
qaick and R,ournful voice--"Poorr baby
both babies sick-sister sick and be
pointed to whe,e hs supposed they lay)
poor baby-very sick Give baby
some water" Aud he leaned on one e.
bow and ai-ctionatcly held leaf up to
the cartridge box. ~ If baby would drink.
Hc seemed to cunsider himself in his own
home. and the family sick. but living. bu,
then he would FAY: Won't let me e.
home e-no--no-no- waiting q few Sec
onds) no-ne-von't let me go home -
his haIds constantly fi'lgeting over some
thing. Then he considered them .ll dead.
and he hy their graves. Sister" aud
be lad his haul down on one side; baby"
hands down agsin to mark .a.h grave
b.by--wife-"aAh~r. Oh, yes. mothcs
Is d-sd--won't Let me 70 h.,n,e."
kept his hand ten minutes and sat
down By him. and put my hand ON bis
shoulder. and tried to compel him to lis
ten. I told him his babies were happy
aud his mother w~s not dead, Us she y
and if he w"uld be good boy and slerr
aud get well he should 60 holne.
''Mosher's here and says she didn't &c,
that money. You diin's send it to her.
20. yss. I did. Dulph. here Is the re-
ceipt VI the express scompany 81. She's gpl
il now. You told me to send Il to MS
vile right there at Col: F-'.. you
know. She has got it before this time"
"Well-poor taby. and he put
''trees" over their graves. &C. 1 had to
work some time to get him to take some
,neslicinc-an opiate-Lut it had little
effect. I've built six forts" he said,
mounted six cannon. Tm going to take
down that fort to-morrow Que Owe.
therc-Pulaski, I mean."
Four men were going to watch with
hina--(tbe tears came int" al our eyes.
sometimes. think. } anu l told them to
move cut the rifles and bayoncts. He
caught them at il and shouted. Let NV
rife alone! Give rae my rifle" And !
let him take it. seeing It was not loaded
and be went furiously to work cleaning it.
Finally he psssed it to ne to Inspect. and
slipped it away.
think it is the most affecting Gaze cl
insanity ever saw. couldn't make
him believe that We should send him home
but We shall. The men take as good car.
of him rs they can. He has slept but an
hour out Of the last twenty -four. and j.
cesselrss'y active as canary bird hop.
ping about in his cage. lie sent fr ms
again to-day. but he could not con6ne hi.
attention TO anything. Poor baby. i,
bis principal remark. aud be still tends hi.
cartridge box. A soldiers life is always
gay" the songs .ays. A sad story. ism,
it? We hope his insanity il caused part.
ly by fever. and Il We c.n Get him quietly
sick with that. perhaps he will come ou
all right. nnot. In see that be goe.
straight 10 The Insane Retreat at Hartford
and with him ,noucy enough to kerp him
awhile.