The Wyandot pioneer. (Upper Sandusky, Ohio) 1853-1868, 1864-01-15
gelett TaIe.
MY CAPTURE AND DScApE,
AN INCIDENT or THE WAR.

lu lne Talks OF my leSlmenL aTTlVeu
in Washinton City in June, 1861, and
was soon after sent out to the sacred sol
Of Virginia. Our regiment was sent to
the advance Of the Federal lines and por-
tons were sent out on picket duty
When it came my turn to advance near
the enemies lines, l felt some apprehen-
sions Of my safety. and though was a
soldier, l must frankly confess, feared
the rifles of the Confederate sharp-shoot-
ers. Near where our pickets were sta
toned, was little old fashioned log
house that looked comfortable and cheer
ing, and often made me feel sad, when
seated in some quiet nook or corner Of
the bushes, watching the enemy. How
that old log house would make my hear:
palpitste, and draw from me deep
and heavy sighs. Not that l had lost
one particle of patriotism, or felt any less
brave and willing to fight for my coun
try but il would bring to my mind pic
lures of home, and OF the many pleasant
scenesI had passed with my sisters and
brothers, around the family board. no.
ticed that the house was occupied, and
fair form fitted in and out; and one in
particular that drew my attention. be.
came deeply interested in the inmates of
that house, and as | thought the matter
over, it seemed as If could not restrain
my curiosity, but must visit it. Stand
ING as i: did between hostile armies, what
could induce its inmates to remain with
destruction v:si5le all around them.
1t YVES beautiful afternoon in the lat
ter part of June, that WAS again on pick
ct duty in the vicinity of the log house
l was determined that day to visi! the
house. Leaving my companions, stole
across a field or two, watching with vi
glant eye every tree and fence, to pre-
vent surprise. AS approached the
house ! heard a pleintive song, but sung
SO sweetly that wept, though | felt a.
shsmed Of myself as soldier for my
weakness. I drew up close beside the
house, and in crouching position I 81
leutly listened. The song ceased, a
heavy, hasty step sounding on the
floor.
"Father what is the matter 7" II
heard voice exclaim m, that was mingled
with an agitated and mournful culver:
"Ay dear daughter,you and your moth
er must depart at once. You must go to
Washington, and from thence you can
find your wsyto Massachusetts, where your
uncle lives. Tell him, that |, his brother,
implore him to protect you until can
reach you. Our country is torn and dis
trscted, and utter ruin seems to hang over
it. Oh, God, when will this end ?"
"And you, George"-I believe this
was the voice of his wife-"where are
you going p
Ihad now approached q crevice through
which could see the interior Of the house
and when the qaestion was asked could
see the man start, and and look at his
wife in mute astonishment, his face turn
cd white, then scarlet, and then a dark
blue his eye-bsls seemed to start from
their sockets, and the veins Of his neck
swelled to an enormaus size he trem
bled and reeled, and down he sat on a
chair.
"Wlere am I going ?" he gasped-
"God only knows y
"Why, what on earth do you mean ?"
fairly screamed his wife.
81 mean this" said he more calm
'I'm going into the rebel army, not from
ny own free will, but from compulsion,
10 save my property from confscatiOn,
md save home for you and Jenny"
"Oh, father do not join the rebel army,
but fight for the old Stars and Stripes,
md for the country you have SO long
oved," and Jenny caught her father
.bout the neck and kissed him.
could get but single glance at her
nee, but how lovely she looked, plead .
ng for her country and her fathers hon c
,r, The mother was standing by him,
md the great tears flowing down her {
cheeks and dropping on his shoulder. {
"Come, dear father, let us so No.th i