The Cass County Republican. [volume] (Dowagiac, Mich.) 18??-1880, 1863-10-22

usual was bustling around in perfect
whirlwind of business and stiff muslin.
Old Mrs. Hopkins was slowly rolling
up her knitting, while the Deacon, who
had just received his newspaper from
the Post Office. was dimly spelling out
the heading to the columns.
"Come, father, teas ready, said Liz
zie.. ..f.
"Yes, child, in a minute What's
this? Three hundred thousand more
men called for by President Lincoln !!
.'The Lord pity their poor mothers!"
said old Mrs. Hopkins, wiping her eyes,
as she thought, of Ben, her frst-born,
away in the army. "a ioaaso g9ei
The Deacon cast his eyes down the
column. "Hump What's this ?
New regiments under the Presidents
probation. Col. Dudley has been
commissioned by the Governor to raise
a regiment for immediate service"
81 wonder if that's Dick ?" said Liz
zie. ...f.s,, a
2i"No. He's secessionists," grum-
bled the Deacon.
sHe is'n't,r spoke up Cicily-then
blushed like a rose.
"Why, Cicily, child" said Mrs.
Hopkins, chow do yoas know what he
lis ?"
"Why he told me-(a white lie),-
That isl conscience stricken) he
didn't--exactly say so, butt know
that is I-think-"
''Better be quite sure of what you
are saying, Cicily." il 3a8
| What a pretty little scream from
frightened, blushing Cicily, while Liz
zie burst into laughter, aud old Mrs.
Hopkins dropped her knitting in aston
ishment; for there in the door, stood
Nick Dudley himself an unobseryed
spectator of the scene, and looking
handsomer than ever, In his Colonel's
uniform
What passed between Nick and Cici-
ly that night, in the long walk they
look together under the naples, know
not only when the Colonel returned
home towards midnight, he went stroll
ling along the lonely road trolling out
snatches of Spanish ballads and old
love ditties, while Cicily went softly up
to her chamber, richer by happy
heart, and a ring upon her finger which
had never glittered there before.
A Battle Field-Black masses of
smoke drifting overhead. Below, black
masses Of men here and there-motion-
Observation-Disclosures
Red flashes of fire darting angrily out
at sudden intervals-the stragglers, ly-
ing stark and dead, clotting the fields,
the woodlands and the roads-batte.
ries with their powder stained pieces
and the haggard artillerymen fittering
wildly around them-an occasional
cheer coming hoarsely up in the dis
tance, as some regiment goes swinging
on the double.quick, the men barehead-
ed, with tongues lolling from their
mouths, eager eyed, all dust, begrim-
med and breathless. Skirmishers out
lying in every thicket. creeping up hills
and through woods, in long, snaky
lines-bare armed surgeons, sweating
with hacking and mangling, towards
the rear-pale officers in groups, dis
cussing, giving hurried orders, and
peering apxiously through field glasses
aids darting off into the smoke and
never returning-blood stained order
lies dartling up ont Of the smoke with
mysterious dispatches, and instantly
disappearing again like phantom mes
sengers-the roar Of the great guns
heard miles and miles away, rattlina
the glass in the windows of peaceful
homesteads, where they think its some
distant thunder storm over the noun
tains.
, Look at that regiment charging the
rebel battery on the hill, yonder-tha1
formidable battery, which, hidden by
ellie trees and stone walls and brush
baricades, has been playing all da,
with such deadly effect upon our pool
follows. Down they go into the VALLEY
at a half run, canteens jingling, mus
kets at slope tight-waisted officers al
ready beginning to pant little; mer
loosening their knapsack straps ready
to throw them off when they begin the
real work.. Now they cross the little
, brooklet i'm the hollaw-doZens of them
/ STOPPING to catch a draught OF water
;. land now and then they cheek then