Wood County reporter. [volume] (Grand Rapids [i.e. Wisconsin Rapids], Wis.) 1857-1923, 1863-01-01
Life at Camp Randall.
In CAMP RANDALL,
Dec, %, 1862.

| Lille at camp Ranualls
In CAMP RANDALL,
Dec. %, 1862
| Editors Of Journal The Waushara
Pukes were ordered up into Washington
county sometime ago, but the subscriber
was detailed for special duty, in view f
his meritorious and fearless conduct at
the mess table during the late nclement
fall, and still may be found in the vicinity
of his old bunk" third tier, 'three in
bed,n &c.
| suppose the editor of the Journal is a
married man. Now, honest-when your
wife went down to Sodus Bay on visit,
didn't you feel "homesick," "down in the
mouth" and "streaked" enough, when
you cast your eye on her little old CATERS,
sitting SO cherries together in the old
closet. And what the deuce did you go
peeking into that old closet for-nothing
but your wife's old clothes there All,
that's just it. That old ''hoop- skirt
morning gown-you never knew the color
of it before-nor in fact half the machinery
required to run your wife around among
her household duties-so airy, noiseless
and wary. III bet four shillings, if the
truth should ever leak out, it would be
known that the editor actually did, on
that occasion. force himself into his wife's
gearing, and tear around the sitting
room, dancing ga la Essler," just to drive
off the blues.
After the Pukes left, {" the author of
these few lines pined away and want
nateral-his meals didn't relsh,-h was
pensve. Speaking in figure, his wife
lad gone down to "Sodus Bay.". He
fingered round the "old hoss-sheds at
points remote from the sentinels lonely
beat and softly warbled-
81 feel like who treads alone some BANQUET
hall deserted,
Whose lights are fed,-whose garlaads dead, and
all but him Departed
| went into the old "quarters." Isaw
an old black bottle that belonged to
"John Orderly" slowed away in au old
boot. MY feelings overpowered me. I
grasped the poor deserted thing around
the neck-the last memento of the Pukes
pressed the snozzle to my lps-tears
spouted from my eyes-thunder and bllt.
zen the derned stuff a0as burning fluid e!
L didn't look around for any more memen.
toes directly.
That sad lesson, however was lost on the
subscriber, as have since frequently WIS.,
tied the old quarters and unused on the
mutabillty of greatness, and the terri
bic aspects of grim-visaged war. I've
thought how reconciled-like our Captain
went forth to the sanguinary fields of
Washington county; with what aacrity
each Puke packed his knapsack for the
trip: and then the thought would force it.
self upon me-perhaps even now those
brave fellows are fighting heroically nit
lager and pretSel-tugging away for dear
life at German waltz, under blazing
heat OF l6O pounds of feminine sweetness.
Poor Tom! who was always go gay and
reckless In camp-with the hugest laugh.
and best voice tor ooh, Susannah7' of any
CHAP IN the mess. Yes, poor Tom has
gone under. He went to the Thanksgiving
feast at West Bend given by the citizens
TO the soldiers. A female Teuton smiled
on my brave comrade, forced upon him
plate fuil of delicacies-he managed to eat
it all-it was POISONED. He attempted to
press her delicate fingers under the table,
she boxed his ears and said IS don't Tom
and Tom, poor Tom Bulwer or Dumas
might give you the sequel, / can't. |
looked at his old boots. turned I'D the
straw in the bunk of my old comrade, and
dropped tear or two to the memory of
Rollicking Tom.
Such thoughts wilt man; they make
babes of us all. And this reminds me
that "the Babes" Go. A, 3Oth Regt.,)
have returned from the Belgian campaign
at Green Bay. They have won imperish-
able laurels under Capt. Hartman. The
| inl1y Ap1f oil
Moses STOOD" but be occupied Fort How
ard and wrote his ration returns on the
very table where the rebel Twiggs figured
| up his clothing account for Go. x. Regu-
lars sometime from the year $3.50, "54:
40 or fight" He Qhe Captain, not Twiggs,
| tr slept in the room where Mrs. Geo. b.
Mcclellan was born, an honor in which
the balance of the 30th take just pride
AS trophies of the expedition the Cap.
tain brought back a pair of shoes-con
ceived in Eastwood and born of butcher
knife. ltyour lighting editor ever resorts
to pulling his boot away from Pump Car
penter, | would recommend to bis use
these same shoes. He would acquire &c.
lebrity as a man of deep penetration.
| will not now speak of the hardships
endured-the long marches and bloody
struggles in which the 3Oth have already
| been engaged in four months of service.
| What we mostly desire is change of air.
We're afraid that the rebellion will be
squeched before we get hand in. The
battle OF Fredericksburg was a mighty
triumph of strategy over breastworks,-
only the breastworks seemed to win. 1t
demonstrates once more what we've been
told time and again, that there as but one
man capable of moving on Richmond sue.
cessfully-and he is-why you know, and
so does everybody else, and we will all
agree, unless names are mention.
Meantime the great Secretary resigns.
There are rumors of an entire change of
Cabinet-a change of base-a reconstruct
tion-intervention. Banks has gone tie
Lord and Secretary Stanton only know
where-everything is changing and NOV.
ing, but the 10th when shall we move.
How long dear Abram-oh. how long
Shall the bright hour delay,
Fly swiftly around We wheels of time,
And bring the welcome day
If the Journal can contribute to that
glorious result, the subscriber aud the pos
ter;ty of the 30th will ever pray, &c.
"FHE RIGHT"
VINO KNEW HIM "A budget of rich
correspondence from the portfolio of IA
Dob Thompson, Old Bucks Secretary of
The Interior was recertlv Nv,