The weekly register. [volume] (Point Pleasant, Va. [W. Va.]) 1862-1909, 1864-05-26

continue these indiguiiies, l will have
every rascal of you hung win
demmer
Get up, you Yankee scoundrel, and
dress YOURSELF roared another voice.
'YOuse can't foOl ne with your Yankee
tricks. A splendiferous looking Colo
mel you is-get up, / tell youp
What in the devils name do you
take ms for?' thundcrcd tho frst voice
agaia.
For Yankee spy! cuss your i'm.
pudence,' returned another your
caught and can't git away, you Oari
blue.bellied, wooden nutmeg maker
There's the some coat aud hat, I'd
swear to thai among million!'
'Gentlemenl gentlemcur said the 6rst
voice in accents Of astonishment, that
is not my coat neither are those my
pants; aud thai old slouched wool hat.
! solomnly protest have never seen
before. There is not money enough in
the whole coufcderacy to induce me TO
wear such miserable apology fora hat
gentlemen,' be continued, pursuasivelS
it is quite impossible for This to be my
hat. Please call on the landlord, and
he will clear me from the disgraceful
imputuion Of wearing such superanu-
ated hat
The scout had heard quite enough, SO
he Spured his horse down the tesencd
street, and in ten minutes time he was
out Of the town, and had forled the riy.
CT without oncountering any opposition,
lie Cow followed forrest road in the
direction Of Craigersyille. As soon as
he struck this road he felt perfectly safe,
Tor it led through deep and dark forests
of pines and hemlocks, aud 10 "a man
like himself, who was Injured to all
kinds Of danger and awake 10 all the
subtle artifeeS Of The enemy, capture
under the circumstances was almost i'm
possible--aI least SO he thought. For
several miles he rode rapidly and cSu.
tiously, passing ever high and rough
hills, then again through deep wales,
whers the dense and mist like dews
dampeued bis long locks as they waved
in the evening breeze, like tho spray Of
the ocean, A times, the thick branch.
es olthe,trees were so netted aud inter
laced overhead as 10 exclude every par
ucle of light from his path. leaving MIN
IN Siberian darkness. At such times
his progress WAS of necessity slow, al
though bis horse, had but little appar-
ent difficulty in iolIowing the lonely and
irequentei road.
1t was in one of these dark and solita-
nv passes, when he was cropping along
almost at random, that voice sudden
ly broke the solemn slilness of the night
with the omioious challenge, who goes
lhere?'
Who could i, be that thus challenged
him on the dark forrest road? He was
aware that the rebels had no force near
cr than Culpepper Court House, with
the exception Of the cavalry ou:'posIs
at Madison, and he also knew that the
Federal lines did not extend beyond
SperyyiIle, or Little Washington, dis.
lant fifteen miles,--so the challenge
came altogether unexpectedly, and he
halted very promptly, not exactly un-
derstanding matters.
Who goes there? cried the voice in
the darkness again.
"A friend, replied Moore. not hardly
knowing the answer to make to the
sentinel, since he was by no means salts.
ted on the essential point of whether it
was friend or foe who intercepted him
'Dismount, disarm and advance, friend,
and give the countersign, said the omin
ious voice.
"A very cordial invitation, indeed, ;
muttered the scout; but really, | have
some soruPlos about uyailing myselfof it
notwithstanding its hearlinGCs.'
TO what regiment do you belong?' he
inquired, hoping to ascertain who the
party was before venturing any closer.
Advance and give the countersign!