Daily intelligencer. [volume] (Wheeling, Va. [W. Va.]) 1859-1865, 1862-04-08

ward the enemy. In an instant, Capt
Munchausen regained his sword, graspt {
II atter the manner of fail, and with I
Prodlgtous spank applied it to the unSuar.
oe9 portion OF my hero's anatomy.
high sPrang the almost assassinated Vii.
liam into the air, with sparks pouring from
his eyes, and Union oaths kissing from hi,
working jaws.
"Adjutantr rOared Captain Muncbau.
sen, "score one for the Southern Confede-
racy."
No sooner had William reached the
| ground and picked up the cork that ha d
fallen from his bosom as he assembled, than
he plunged ramPagiously at his adversary
and aimed blow ut his head that mnst
have taken it of had Captain Munchausen
neen about yard taller. AS it was, the
stroke mercilessly split the air and caused
my hero to spin like a mighty top.
In vain did the shameless Confederate
swordsman eudeayor to get in a hit as VII
liam went round; the sword of the Union
met him at every turn, aud right quickly
was the nvenging blade humming around
his head again. Inspired with the strength
OF Hercules, the endurance of Prometheus,
and the FIRE of Pluto, the gorgeous William
Brown went at his wsrk once more. like n
teller OF great trees, and in another moment
his awful blade twanged upon the foeman' )
head.
Down went Captain Munchauseu singing
inverted psalms, with whole nest of rock :
cts exploding ir his brain Pale turned
his rag merchants at the sight, and one of
them Immediately deserted to our side and
swore that he had always been Union
man.
William leaned upon his blade, and kind
ly remarked:
"His head is broken; j heard it crack"
""Tis false y says Captain Munchausen,
gloomily; "that is an old crack-I'vc had
1t ever since was boy"
"Ah!n says William, airiIy, "Im afraid
my blow has caused more than one funeral
IN the inseck kingdom, for the cut went
right through the hair. Have comb p
says William, pleasantly.
Captain Munchausen made no reply, my
boy, but motioued for his men to bear him
from the field. 1t was noticed, however,
that, as he was being carried into the
WOOD he asked gentleman in remarkable
tatters, to take him TO the last ditch.
AS the Southern Confederacy disappear
ed, Captain William Brown hammered his
sword straight with bit of stone, forced
1t into its scabbard, aud turned maiestical-
y to Company 3, Regiment 3, Mackerel
brigade, several members of which were
engaged in tue athletic game of pitch
penny.
liam.
A AIackerel at once proceeded to break
the chambers of the orchestra, by shaking
bottle near his ear-that experimen,
having never been known to fail in the case
of pronounced musical character.
"HaW says William, with much spirit,
1--WE will march to the national airs of orr
distracted country"
After sounding several cat-calls on his
night-key bugle, in the manner of all great
instrumeutalists who wish to know abou,
their instruments being in tune, the band
struck up ''Ale to the Chief" aud we
marched to quarters like so many heroes OF
ancient Rum
Shall treason triumph in our land, my
boy, while there's sword to wave 2 /
think not, my boy think not. Though
Columbia did not rule the wave, her cham.
pions would see to it that she never waived
the rule.
Yours, for the star-spaugled,
ORPHEUs G. KERR.