The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1865-02-09

the saddle, he went clean over. A young
Doctor, just on the eve of getting mar
ricd, ran out of one of his boots, and next
day, in company with bis intended, went
up the road with ono torn boot aud one
embroidered slipper. A Captain en-
route for Mobile took to the swamp and
remained until morning. --
Wading up o branch, the better to
clude pursuit, he heard a report Of fire.
arms, aud soon after that he was fright
ened by an affrighted soldier who jumped
into the branch just ahead Of him. 81
surrender" shouted tho Captain, taking
the fellow for Yankee. "Ycs, l sur
render" said tho soldier not hearing the
Captains personal pronouD, and mistak.
ing him for an officer in pursuit, he him.
self being an escaped deserter from the
guard house, with others, and tho cause
Of the firing that had been heard. Hav-
ing mutually surrendered, they look very
foolish at each other for moment or SO,
when the descrter started to run. The
Captain, still believing that Yankees were
near, started in pursuit, shouting, "Don't
run SO fast, I'll keep you compauy"-
But the desertor soon vanished. and the
Captain stole into town, much disgusted
with the state Of affairs generally. When
| state that, owing to the recent heavy
rains, the whole surrounding country was
aswamp of mud and water, you may i'm.
agine what luxury there was in STAN.
pede to the woods. Tho pickets on sew.
eral occasions acted very ridiculously,
firing their guns at imaginary enemies
and running like scared dogs.
At Osyka, the state of affairs was pref
ty much the same, if not little worse,
as there they have telegraph Office to
add to any general confusion that may
arise. This telegraph Office was tho cen,
ter of excitement, and the radiating point
Of the several stampcdes that occurred.
The liveliess scatterment was on Friday
night. In the back room of the tele.
graph Office, assembled around the ere,
and discussing the situation, were the
operator, post commaad dant and num-
Der Of the honorable and respectable
members Of the "Osyka News Club"
The particular subject under discussion
was the general nervousness of the com.
munity, and the case with which panic
might be started at that late hour. In.
deed, Lieut.. B B--- had suggested what
good idea it would be for some one to
e gg.allep hi. horse through the town, and
make the natives get up and skedaddle,
when . Gathering of horses feet was
heard, and Dr. Mo who had been
keeping watch outside, rushed in, pop.
eyed, and said, in low voice, "Get out
quiok-the Yankees are at the door" If
that party had been discharged out of
mortar, their vanishment could not have
been more sudden or complete. ..s
They bolted out at the back door like
drove of mad buffalocs, and went charg-
ing over the back fences for the woods.
They had some six OF eight high board
and pailing fences to get over, and the
way they did it was a caution to tom. cats.
It is stated as an actual fact that in their
flight they scared calf to death; and
scared another out of years growth
The dead calf was the property of Mr..
Michael Hart, we'll known and respect
cd citizen of Osyka, and tie stunted culf
belongs to Mr.. Adds, the worthy post
master, to either of which gentlemen any
one may write who doubts this statement.
The torn clothes, lacerated hands and
bruised knees and hips of the stamped
ers, when they reached the friendly
shades of the swamps, vouched for the
magnifcence of their hegira over the
fences The Lieutenant who had sug-
gested the plan for soaring the town,
didn't consider the swamp safe, and was
for swimming the Taugipaho river in ad.
dition. Capt. W., after getting breath.
set about lighting his pipe. "Don't"
said one, whose nerves still vibrated, =,
"they'll see the light and be after US"
"But I'll light the match in my hat, be.
hind the tree" said tho Captain. "Oh,
no, DON'T" was the added remonstranc ce;
"it is a still, quiet night, and they'll
smell the smokev Afraid to return to
town, they gropcd about in the swamp a
while, getting into all sorts of mud holes
and bitches, and barking their shins in
the dark, until they came to an old crib
with fodder in the loft, and in this fod-
der they hid themselves and slept till
morning.
When they finally ventured back to
town they found that the supposed Yam
KEGS were merely squad of Pumpkin
Stubs, who had dashed into town, not to
take it, but to claim its protection.