Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1863-11-05


IN conquest to her adored and bis fol
lowers, who were consulting in the col
ner to which they had retrested. "M
brothers always treat their prisoner
well, and we have your guns"
"Well, darn'd il / ever saw sucl
peridy," cried the sergeant. throw
ing his hat from the window In
rage.
"Giye me FIVE minutes in which Il
collect myself, Lieutenant" turning t.
the commander of the troop-and II
tell you what I'll do"
"All right, my boy-take six" re
turned the young lady's brother, in tbt
most good natured manner, sitting
down, and pitching into the dinner like
half starved dragoon as he was-ar
unceremonious example, which wal
initiated by bis followers.
Five minutes passed. A tramping
was heard on the outside.
"Darn those borses," exclaimed
Lieut.. JEFF, with his mouth full of corn
bread and broiled chicken. "There's no
guard there. Tom, go down and see
il they're getting unhitched."
Tom filled his mouth full of the
same articles, picked up his carbine
and started.
He looked back as he reached the
door. -.
keep me some fodder, Lieutenant,
l am-What the deuce is"
Bang.
Blue wreaths of smoke circle into
the room and sluggishly roll upward,
and Tom pitches heavily forward, with
bullet in his brain, never more to
rise, while several files Of the 29 9th
Regiment emerged from the smoke and
marched over him, their muskets at a
charge, and at the same time, each OF
the picket at the other end ofthe room,
produced his revolver, and marked his
man.
"Have 10 trouble you to surrender,
gentlemen" remarked the Sergeant,
with condescending wave of his hand
toward the Secesh. "You see you
havn't got all our arms"
"Just my luck" cried the Lieuten-
ant--'here l am taken prisoner before
1 have half eaten the only dinner l
have seen in a MONTH"
"Don't let me interfere" interrupted
the Sergeant, with a native politeness.
"Take you to the camp at any time.
The Lieutenant looked at his men
and winked. They grinned back their
response. But the Sergeant was
oblivious and the meal proceeded.
All at once its progress was inter-
rupted by dropping shots on the road.
the galloping of horses, and the hur-
rahs of charging cavalry.
The Lieutenant pricked up his ears,
and winked the second time at his
men.
81 reckon, Sergeant" he remarked
to his captor, who remained as cool as
a cucumber, "that the tables are
changed again. Those are our boys
there's no mistaking that noise.-
That's
He was interrupted by sudden
cessation of the cheering, and the
heavy boom of cannon so near the
house that the window ratified and the
glasses danced upon the table. The
sound was repeated, and followed by
heavy volley from infantry.
"What the deuce is this?" be ex-
claimed, starting up in great agitation.
"Our boys had no heavy cannon
81 know IT," remarked his captor,
with serenity, "bnt our Colonel
thought them such handy things to have
around that he posted two pieces and a
few men, last night, in the brush,
where the road forks, and l rather
guess they have given Ashby particu-
lar fits."
The Lieutenant dropped into his seat,
and made a faint attempt to swallow
some more corn bread; but it was no
use. Slowly he laid aside the knife
and fork, and rose from the table with
the air of man who had rather more
than was good for him.
"Take US, Sergeant" be said re-
signedly.
And he did take them, men, women,
horses, darkies and all.
Their fate was the usual one. The
contrabands skedaddled; the horses
went to the Post Quartermaster; THAT
is some Of them did, the rest were
somehow lost, though envious people
said the line officers of the 998th all
got new horses about that time;) the
men were paroled; the ladies, OF
course, took the oath, and were dis
charged; for our great Republic does
not war on lovely women.