The evening telegraph. [volume] (Philadelphia [Pa.]) 1864-1918, 1866-07-11
LITER A ATURE.
RBv1Bw OF NEW BOOKS.

careful perusal has confirmed that opinion.
The work, although issued from the same house
as that OF the notorious Belle Boyd" il one of
different calibre, and If il does abound In the
Hunchausen style of literature we impute 1t TO
lhe fervid remembrances of exciting events.
The number Of murders perpetrated under the
authority of Gilmor Is really terrifying. He,
however, seeks TO make himself appear as depre-
eating all bloodshed. and seeking TO save life.
The following extracts win give a correct idea Of
the work The following incident is charac-
teristic:-
I was returning by a shorter route when
came suddenly on Jessie Scout" in narrow
lane that led out to Grifhth's factory l had
taken the precaution 10 put around my neck
white handkerchief, leaving long end hanging
down over the shoulder, the badge by which the
Jessles" distinguished each other. rhose
''Jesse Scouts" were a body OF men dressed in
Confederate uniforms, organized by General
Fremont. The fellow rode up cautiously, his
pistol drawn, but pretended 10 be very uncon-
cerned, showing no disposition to draw mine.
He rode noble dapple grey, and stopped when
our horses heads were nearly together. where
are you going? ~ said he "Going into town.
replied l. quietly, but in a drm voice. He then
inquired where | belonged and / answered
''TO the same crowd you do-to Captain Purdys
scouts.n
"Why, don't remember seeing you, though
] haven't been detailed long myself"
THAT is Just my case,' i replied.
He then asked the regiment ! was detailed
from. told him from the 18th PENNSYLVANIA,
Captain Fenner, Company F. This satisfied
HIM; he put up his pistol, and as / rode up
alongside noticed pair OF handouts looped
over the small strap that holds the saddle.
pocketto the flap. / asked what he was going
to do with the ''rutfles." He replied, There is
Reb out at old Grffith's, and am going after
him." Let me look at them" said L: and as
he stopped to take them off quickly dew my
sabre.
There was gate leading into alane near where
we stood. 1t was alIttle way open, and he made
desperate effort to get through; but his horse
pushed it to with his neck, and the same instant
my sword went through mis- body. He fell off
dead in five minutes, but not before he said,
You sold me pretty well, but don't blame
you." l gave him whisky ard water out OF my
flask, and tried to save hIm, but my blade went
too near the heart. He had very good saddle,
that suited me better than my own; the hand
cuffs carried all the way to Gettysburg, and
there gave them away.
GILMoR's ACCOUNT OF IsHMAEL DAY, THE MAN
WHO WOULDN'T HAUL DOWN TIE "sTARs AND
STRIPES"
At daylight we crossed the Bel Air and Hart
ford Roads, cut the telegraph wires, but had not
gone lar when | heard a sh hot ahead. NY ord
nance sergeant, Fields. and another, were all
the advance l had out not anticipating any
trouble here. | dashed forward with four men,
and met the companion OF Fields coming back
so rapidly that supposed he had run into the
enemy. He called out to me that Fields was
killed; and when reached the house OF Ishmael
Day found Fields lying on the ground his face
and chest tiled with bucksnot. He was perfectly
rational; told me that he pad ordered Day to
pull down large Federal flag which he refused
to do; that he dismounted to doit himself, when
Day seized a gun and shot him. The men were
already looking Tor Day, but he had escaued to
the woods: and while my attention was occupied
with Fields, the house was in flames, and soon
after they burst out also from the barn and out
h1il 1y oXrar haH L
cited; and am sure it would have been out of
my power to save Day had they caught him.
1t was a sight that made lasting impression
upon me. There lay Fields, his head thrown
his countenance, hecked here and there with
dark bluish-purple spots, where the buckshot
had entered His shirt was thrown open, and
his manly breast was literally covered with
these purple spots. He bled very little. The
men stood around us at some little distance, in
violent gestlcuation, swearing terribly.
He felt that he was dying-knew that could
not stay, and begged me not to let him en-
cumber me. gave him water from tin cup,
and received his dying messages, which were
very clear. He even recollected to tell me
where in the Valley he had left some papers.
put Fields in one Of Days carriages, and sent
him to Wrights Hotel.
A RUN FOR LIFE.
The enemy were now completely mixed up
with us, all cutting, and slashlng and pistoling
right and left. The race continued over three
miles, and throughout the whole distance this
scene OF horror was going on. was at the
rear OF my command and almost surrounded.
My cousin (Hohman Gilmor) and John Cary
were all of my men who were near me at the
time that can now recollect. Ny name was
called. / looked back and saw an officer
making tor me, pistol in hand, shot after shot
coming from it rapidly. i had not a load in
mine and expected every instant to get ball
in my back. / knew he was closing up and
while looking over my shoulder, saw him in
the act of leaning over to put mis- pistol against
my body. leaned over all | could, hoping to
receive only glancing shot. felt him push
the muzzle against my side, and seemed to feel
the bullet crashing through my frame. What a
mangled condition would l be in after the pur.
suing column had ridden over me!
All this passed in the flash of moment.
Thought was busy, interrupted by the click OF a
PlstoPs hammer falling upon an empty tube
My sabre flashed rear cut he caught il on his
pistol barrel. AT the same instant his horse
bounded alongside. | rose up in the stirrups to
give a cut in front. In the former stroke was
obliged TO turn the sabre in tierce, and had not
time to take the proper grip, therefore more oil
the nat than OF the edge struck him, breaking
the blade in the middle The blow was heavy
one, and would have cleft his head open to the
throat had II struck fair; as it was, the concus
sion must have killed him but for the thick felt
army hat The man rolled from his horse, but
was on his feet in an instant. At the same mo
ment saw some one lean over on his horse and
shoot him through the head.
sToNEwALL JACKSON.
-. On the Sunday morning after the battle o
Mcdowell while the whole of the Stonewal
Brigade were deployed on the front as skr
mlshers, General Jackson's Adjutant, Robert l.
Daoney, preached sermon, surrounded by the
army. The place selected was an open bottom
well up 70 the front, for every shot could bt
heard distinctly, and occasi onally stray bulle
would come whizzing by. Mr.. Dabney stood OF