The Greene County Republican. [volume] (Waynesburg, Pa.) 185?-1867, 1867-02-06
WAYNESBURG Pa, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 6, 1867.

l looked at my uniform. Prvates
cavalry pants and blouse covered with
mud were not particularly calculated to
impress an observer with my staff posi-
ton. .
My papers were in the other coat,
and my sword had been IN the gully
so l made virtue of necessity, and
commenced an explanation OF my ap-
pearauce.
Much to my horror, the two incredu
lous warriors refused my story, and one
of them remarked that he thought l was
a deserter trying to get inside the rebel
lines, and that l had better be shot.
An interesting discussion here ensu-
ed between these patriotic gentleman as
to my fate, and the tal!est, who evldent-
ly had keen eye for the main chance,
suggested that l give them all my
clothes aud property.
dissented to this proposition, but
having no arms, was finally forced, un-
der threats ofthe contents OF two large
horse pistols, to take off my blouse.
Here l stopped.
Come off with them boots' caused
me to part regrettully with pair of
patent leather ridlvg boots, This was
followed by demand for my pants, and
my underclolhing being silk, was also
requested.
/ found that neither threats or en-.
treaties had any effect so, with an
ironcal suggestion that I apply imme-
diately to the Confederate commander
for new clothes, these worthless (who
were some of the class which had en-
tered the army IN order to plunder took
their departure.
1t had by this time commenced to
drizzle in that penetrating manner pecu.
liar to that part OF the country and that
time of year, and one can readily imag>
inc the delights of my situation, clad as
| was in one shirt and pair of stock.
ngs!
1 was inlulging in good-deaI of
energetic profanity, when l heard the
jingle of sabers, and, throwing myself
flat on the ground to escape observation.
heard from the voices of the passing
COLUMN that the men were Southern. l
had scarcely finished my seltcongratu.
larons at having eludei their notice.
when voice shouted, Hello, jim
that's dead fe!lvr 60 thar an take a
look at hlm.'
Jim, whose face is unknown to me,
galloped over, and, dismounting, took Il
l?ok at me. He turned me over very
much as good house wife examines
the beef she Is in negotiation for, but
the result was apparently unsatisfactory,
as he called for Jack. That worthy,
whose religious education had. | Judged,
been neglected, inquired with strange
oaths why he had been called.
Take look at this yere feler. Yank
isn't he? He's not dead. Suppose we
sling him over mule, and take HIM
'long?
This proposition was received with in
tense disgust by Mr.. Jack, who secuted
at the idea of taking as prisoner any
man so gull burned hard up that he
hadn't anything but shirt ! then, IN
yoking a certain disaster to his optics If
he, a Texan Ranger would disgrace
that Doble corps by presenting them an
unbreeched Yankee, bade his comrade
rejoin their command.
jim, who was evidently Disguised Ut :
the scarcity of my wardrobe and my
general inability to replenish his store
of worldly goods, gave mo parting
salute, which is rather more vividly i'm.
pressed upon my memory than the
kick of a strong mule.
Fortune, however, at this juncture re
pented of her former unkindness, for
heard the clear notes of a bugle, then
cheer, and down the road, at a hard
gallop, came what I recognized as Col.
Is regiment. They soon dispersed
the Texan Rangers, capturing, among
others, Messieurs Jim and jack.
Colonel / soon made his appear
ance, and as I knew him very well, I
soon procured clothing My robbing
friends shortly afterwards came along,
and my ordery--a stalwart Hibernian-
attacked and gave them beating
which rendered them both insensible.--
Shiloh was o great battle, and decisive
in its results but to me it will be always
associated with shirts.-N. Y. Citizen.
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