Urbana union. [volume] (Urbana, Ohio) 1862-1872, 1863-12-23

From the Bunker Hill Mass. Aurora.
THE other day Chief Engineer Doan,
of the Fire Department, called at the Of
fee where I make shoes for living, and
handed me big white envelope, notify
ing me that was drafted, and must re-
port myself for examination, at Lawrence,
on the 18th Of August.
Now I consider it the duty of every
citizen to give his life, if need be, for the
defense Of his country, so on the morn
4 ing of the eyentful 18th, 1 put on a clean
shirt and NY Sunday clothes, and started
( for Lawrence to see if l could get ex-
emPted.
Lawrence is situated on the Merrimac
river, and It's principal productions are
mud, dust and iactury girls. The city
proper, at least that / saw, consisted OF
/ long narrow entry; up one fight Of stairs
adorned over head with freseOing Of
gas-meters. and carpeted with worn out
tobacco quids, and furnished with one
chair, two settees, and as many huge,
square packing cases, marked @ u. d.
Scattered around this palatial entrance
hall were some forty Or fifty conscripts,
looking very much as ii they expected
to be eezempted by reason of old age, be-
fore the young man with the ferocious
moustache should notify them Of their
urn. Most Of them however, we're
Qoomed to disappointment, for while they
counted the hours Of delay, the door
would suddenly open, and the tall young
man would single out a man and march
him through the open doorway to be seen
no more.
BY and by-that is after several hours
Waiting-my turn came 1
John Smith, shouted the doorkee-
per-
That's me, says 1, and with cheer
from the crowd, I entered large square
room where two persons sat writing at a /
table, and third, evidently a surgeon,
was examining man in the last stages
of nudity.
One Of the writer's at the table, a young
man with curly eyes and black hair, nod
ded to nc, and dipping bis pen in the
ink, commenced; I
John Smith, what's your name2'
John Smith, says I.
Where were you born?'
Podunk, Maine.
What did your great,grandmother
die of?'
Darned if know, says I,
Call it happentap, says he; aud
your grandfather, too?
I don't care what you call it. says I, I
for I was little riled by his nonsensical
question.
Did you ever have boils? says he.
Not boil.
Or Rts?
Nary ft.'
Or delirium tromens?
No Stree
'Or rickets?'
'I'll ricket you, says I, for I thOugbt
he meant something else.
Did you ever have the measels 2 says
he.
Here I took of my coat.
Or the Itch?
Yes, sir, said T. That ere fist land
| showed a very large brown one within
three inches of his nose) has been itch
ing for the last ten minutes to knock your
pesky head of, you little, mean, low-liv.
ed, contemplate whelp you
Ny dear sir, said the mild-spoken,
geRtlemanly surgeon, laying his hand on
my arm, calm yourself, I pray. Don't
let your angry passions rise, but take off
your clothes, SO I can see what you are
made Of
So suppressed my anger, and, with
drawing to corner, hung my clothes
upon the floor, and presented myself for
examination, clad only with the covering
nature had given, except about a square
inch Of court plaster on my right shin,
where I had fallen over a chair the night
before, feeling for a match
Young man, said the surgeon, look
ing me straight in the eye, you have
got the myopia.' Hs