The Burlington weekly hawk-eye., 1862-11-15
"Thst's too large; find something else.''
He then took dried prune and showed it To

"Thst's too large find something else"
He then took dried prune and showed it "a
him.
"That will do. Throw"
The fruit was thrown up, and was instantly
shattered to atoms.
At this proof Of skill, the astonishment of the
spectators was at its height as to the lieuten-
ant he was more dead than alive.
The captain then took the place assigned
him, inviting the lieutenant to fire at him.
The major then stepped between the conbatants
and opposed the lieutenant firing first, saying:
The usage of the country gives the offend
ed the first shot and for the second chance
will decide
All, my dear major" replied the captain,
"f | complied with your advice, monsieur
would not have the pleasure of using his pistol
on man. Therefore, let come what may,
nevertheless, will that these gentlemen who
enjoyed themselves at my expense yesterday,
and instead Of hindering their comrade of being
guilty Of folly, only laughed at my distress,
shall, one after another, gaze into the interior
o: my pistol
Monsieur, aim accurate! For I will not
miss you; you will cease to exist
They insisted no longer. The lieutenant
aimed, and the captain cried:
1t is too high!''
The explosion was heard-the bullet had
grazed his head
My turn, now young extravagant! Yes
terday was, for an hour, the plaything Of your
rallleries-your sarcasms. Without motive
you insulted me, mocked and cursed me with
humiliation. was schoolmaster, droll fell
low-to-day man ! And who are you? A
wrntch q m
fear Death, which in an instant you will re.
ceive at my hands, encircles you with her shsd
ows; already her icy hand is stretched over
you. Your lips are blanched with fear, your
face as pale as the sheet which will soon en-
shroud you. Your limbs refuse to support you.
lnsolence and cowardice always 60 hand in
hand this is all we can expect Of one Of your
stamp. But before sending you to the other
world, tell me-have you made all disposition
for leaving this? Have you not q parting sou.
centr to give to father, mother, sister, BROTH
er, or one who is dear to you? l have here q
writing-desk, and I will accord to you the few
moments necessary for that purpose"
A thank you sir" very humbly uttered
and hardly Ineligible, was all that could be
heard.
"In that case," said the captain, eff all re-
conciliation between US here below is impossi-
BILE, and that your blood alone can wash out
the afront have received-implore, at least,
by short and fervent prayer the clemency of
the Almighty"
Then the lieutenant, taking his hat off, cast
q look at the mute and terrified witnesses of the
imposing scene, who all with one accord spon-
taneously uncovered their heads. During q
moment in that group there reigned solemn
and religious silence, which was not broken
save by the respiration of those assembled
At length, taking up his pistol and pointing
with resolution towards his opponent, he made
him suffer the most intense agony. But all at
once, as if by effect Of sudden reflection, he
turned to his servant and gave him the pistol,
saying with gesture, accent and smile of hatred:
Here take this pistol; that officer is not
worthy of English POWDER"
The next day the Baron de " disappear
ed from the country, and his regiment never
saw him more. tI
JOE PARSONS OF BALTIMoRE.-Joe enlisted
in the lst Maryland regiment, and was plainly
q Z" rough" originally. AS we past along the
hall We first saw him crouched near an open
window, Justly singing 81 am bold soldier
boy - and observing the broad bandage over
his eyes, said, "What's your name, my good
fellow
Joe, SIR he answered, Joe Parsons
And what is the matter with you?
Blind, sir-blind as bat
In battle?'
'Yes-at Antietam. Both eyes shot out at
one clip
Poor Joe was in the front, at Antietam Creek:
and Mimic ball had passed directly through
his eyes, across his face, destroying his sight
forever. He was but twenty years old; but he
was as happy as a lark
1t is dreadful said.
Pm very thankful I'm alive sir. 1t might
have been worse, yer see, he continued. And
then he told us his story.
Il was hit,' he said, and it knocked me
down. l lay there all night, and the
next day the fight was renewed. could
stand the pain, yer see, but the balls was fly.
in all round, and wanted to get away. l
couldn't see nothin', though. So waited and
listened and at last heard feller groaning
beyond me. Hello !" says I. eHello your
self. sayshe. who be yer?' say l. rebel?'
I; what's the matter with your MY legs
smashed, says he. Cant yer walk?' 'No.'
Can yer see % yes well, says /, you're a
id rebel, but will you do me little tavor p Il
will, says he, 'ef KEN Then Isays, "Well,
ole butternut, can't Zee nothin'. My eyes is
knocked out but ken walk Come over yere.
Let's git cut O. this. You pint the way, an
I'll tote you off the field on my back" Bully
for you |! says he. And so we managed to git
together. We shook hands on it.. took
wink outen his canteen, and he got on to my
shoul ]er did the walkin' for both, an he
did the navigatin'. An ef he didn't make me
carry him straight into rebel coloneps tent, a
mile away, Pm liar sWhar d. yer come
from who be yer!' told him. He said
was done fer. and couldn't do no more shoot'n !;
an he sent me over to our lines. So after
three days, came down here with the wound
ed boys, where we're doin' pretty we'll, all
tn ngs considered"
But you will never see the light again, my
poor fellow suggested alphabetically.
That's so,' he answered glibly; but can't
help it you notice. did my dooty-got shot,
pop in the eye-sn' that's my misfort'n, not my
fault-as the old man said OF the blind boss.
But
Pm bold soldier boy
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