The daily phoenix. [volume] (Columbia, S.C.) 1865-1878, 1866-06-03
A Budget OF war Anecdotes.

Auu oWen With thlne, sweet friend.
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A Budget OF War Anecdotes
Gen. d. n. Hill, in his new period
ical, '7he Land acc Lore," COM
menced to empty his haversack of
the pile of anecdotes of the war that
he had providentially laid up for
future use. The following is the first
instalment:
When Johnston 8 army lay around
Smith6eld, N. c., no -four could be
obtained, and meal only in such
small quantities that two corn
dodgers per man constituted the
bread rahons. Col. R, who had
gained such an enviable reputation
as the commander of the sharp
shooters of Sharpe's Brigade, was a
rigid disciplinarian, and determined
to stop the practice, SO common
among the rebel soldiers, of yelling
at citizens who passed by, especially
II within the conscript age, and sus-
pected of keeping out of the army
Tor the same reason as Percy's fop-
mortal antipathy to '3vile guns"
and ''vil1ainous saltpetrc.'' y
One day, a nice dapper young man,
elegantly mounted and handsomely
dressed, with n bell-crowned hat, rode
by the fun-loving regiment, and was
Immediately greeted with the old
cry, 'sGet out Of that hat; We know
you are thar; see your toes working
under It," &c. Col. R imme-
diately dashed up, crying, '.Stop
that ha1owing; it is coarse and i'll
hammered; no well-bred gentlemen
would be guilty of it. 81 don't
know, Colonel, replied Mississippi
boy, with merry twinkle in his eye,
''how. you expect men to be we'll
bred on two corn dodgers q day
The Colonel had no further remarks
to make upon that interesting occa-
sion.
That accomplished scholar, gentle
man and soldier, the lamented Gen.
Garland, of Virginia, related to the
writer conversation which he over
heard between an Irish prisoner.
taken at the second Manassas, and a
friend of his in the could country" "
but then serving in the Southern
army. The lich Counties around
the field Of bat.le had been desolated
by Gen. Pope's order. Not chicken
could be heard to crow or pig to
squeal for miles and miles. The 1000
or =, ,UO0 United States prisoners were,
therefore, of necessity, badly fed, az
shown by the following dialogue:
Yankee Pat-'tDinnis, my boy,
have you ribils no pity upon poor
fellow. I've had nothing to ate to-
day, and the sun most gone down.
Faith, and you'll have big score of
sin to confess to the praist for such
tratement."
Rebel Denis-"And is it for having
nothing to ate to-day you're after
grumbling, Pat? In the Southern
Confederacy, we have one male a
week, and three fights day. And
how are we to fade so many NV We.
when your Gineral has disolated the
land. No, no, Pat, wen not confess
to the priest. We'll confess to Pope
hinaseE.''
At the first battle of Fredericks-
burg, Kershaw's South Carolina Bri
gade was ordered to reinforce the
troops ut the wall, and had to cross
TINS terrific hill. An officer went
forward to select the safest route for
., .nem. he ne rode to the summit, and
took q oeloerate survey. The firing
III the enemy ceased. He raised his
cap IN acknowledgement, with out
having shot fred at him. That
officer was Gen. j. E. Kershaw him
self. Was the cessation of the firing
accidental, or was it compliment Of
the brave to the brave? Who can
tell? But in that conspicuous posi-
ton, he. could not have remained
alive single instant had the firing
continued.
Gen. Sherman cannot be charged
with the sin OF loving the Southern
people, and yet he has left this de-
cided testimony, which we commend
ito all whom it may concern"