The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1863-12-17
A T0UCHENG INCIDENT.

B. +. Taylor in one of his letters to the
Chicago journal from the Army of the Cum
berland, relates the following incident:
When a love for the old flag does exist in
Dixie it is clear, warm and earnest. 1t gush-
es out sometimes in the most unexpected
places, like @ spring in the desert, and many
a time have Federal prisoners been startled in
to tears at finding a loyal heart beating close
beside them when they had only looked for
taunt and treason. Chapters might be writ
ten-and perhaps nave been-of illustrative
incident. An officer of an Ohio regiment has
iust told me one that will be worth record
ing.
A body of Federal prisoners had reached
Rome en- route for Richmond. Weary, fam
ished, thirsting, they were herded like cattle
in the street under the burning sun, a public
show. 1t was a gala day i'll that modern
Rome. The women, magnifcently arrayed,
came out and pelted them with balls of cot
ton, and with such sneers and taunts as so
you have come to Rome, have you, you Yam
KEGS? How do you like your welcome ?'--and
then more cotton and more words. The
crowds and the hours came and went but the
mockery did not intermit, and our poor fell
lows were half out of heart. My informant,
Major p, faint and i'll had stepped back a
pace or W and leaned against a post, when
he was lightly touched upon the arm, As he
looked around, mentally nerving himself for
some more ingenious insult, a fine-looking,
well dressed boy of twelve stood at his elbow,
his frank face turned up to the Majors
''And he too" thought the Major.
With a furtive glance at the rebel guard,
who stood with his back to them, the lad, pull
ing the Majors skirt, and catching his breath
boy fashion, said care you from New Eng
land ~ 81 was born i'll Massachusetts,, was
the reply. 80 was my mother" replied the
boy, frightening up; ''she vas a New Eng
land girl, and she was what you call a school
ma'am, up North she married my father
and Pm their boy, but how she does love New
England and the Yankees and the old United
States, and SO do II"
The Major was touched as well he might
be, and his heart warmed to the boy as to a
young brother, and he took out his knife, sew
cred a button from his coat and handed it to
him for a remembrance ooh, I've got half
a dozen Just like it. See here =" and he took
from his pocket a little string of them, gifts
of other boys in blue.
"My mother would like to see you" he
added, ''and I'll go and tell her."
!'What are you doing here ?" growled the
guard suddenly wheeling upon him, and the
boy slipped away into the crowd and was gone.
Not more than half an hour elapsed before a
lovely lady, accompanied by the little patriot,
passed slowly down the sidewalk next tho
curbstone. She did not pause, she did not
speak; if she smiled at all it was family, but
she handed to one and another of the prison
ers Bank notes as she went AS they neared
the Major, the boy gave him a significant look
as much as to say, 'that's my New England
mother" The eyes of the elegant lady and
the poor, weary officer met for an instant, and
she passed away like a vision, out Of sight.
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New E"OssHnasGers ara Wisconsin.
The following postmasters have recently
been appointed in Wisconsin:
VIM Curtis, Charlotte, Grant county Wis
consin.
Chas. A. Noyes, Bloom field, Walworth
county, Wis.
T. j. Baker, Pewaukee, Waukesha county,
Wis.
Ferdinand Roche, Martiel, Pierce county,
Wis.
Chas. Rice, Buena Vista, Portage county,
Wis.
Edwin DevoI, Sextonville, Richland county,
Wis.
Hiram CoFvin, Clyde, lowe county, Wis
consin.
G. p. Mills, Greenville, O~utagamie county,
Wis.
Samuel G. Bishop, Northport, Waupaca
county, Wis,
JOS. b.. Richmond, CrandalPe Corners, Polk
county, Wis.
VIM. J. Newell, New Centerville, st. Croix
county, Wis.
James II. Sabin, Wilmot, Kanosha county,
Wis.
John II. Price, Bear Valley, Sank county,
Wis.
C. Cotton, Garden Valley, Jackson county,
Wis.
A Printer named Vim, who diedin Roches-
ter, England, recently, was heard to mutter
to himself a few moments before his death: l
am on my last stickfull; l am coming to a
paragraph, and l suppose I'll have to wait
for old dnath to mt In q narind.n