The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1867-01-31
VOLUME 27.l

used the paddle. "lurn her bow a little up
| said fortunately knowing the exact posi-
ton of the "Rebs,'' and not hestating to
give orders now that saw that our LitH
tenant was at loss to know what to do
and was every moment looking more death
like in appearance. STEADY, Scott! What
is that dark object in front? back, for your
life my boy for that is a confederate gun
boat" Back we go, and then up once more
just in time 10 escape observation for we
were so near her that we could hear the
watch walking on deck. Now for fright
across. The current is very strong, and in
spite of our efforts it carries US down a
long way. There is the shore-the trees
come close down to the waters edge, and a
capital place for us to haul our canoe up.
look to your revolvers, boys; follow me- )
and then we jump on Hand very quietly
Hank? there is some one about. A chal-
lenge? 1t is only the relief, The rebels
have picket only little way down, and
are changing guard, "Down every one of
you and not word out of your mouths!"
For long time we lay quiet and then, as
not sound was heard we commenced our
march on our hands and knees. A little to
our left is the main road, on which the con-
federates are somewhere stationed. So we
keep close to the water side, eve are lost,
| whispered to Robinson, who was close by
me, as touched something that moved, aud
felt like man: but Robinson was on him
aud his hand over his mouth in an instant
All right! only niger as scared as the
DEVIL" ''Out with your handkerchief as WI
must save the rope for wor thier game; one
over his mouth, and another around his
arms, and third round his legs Better
let Us have another" says Tom! where's
the Lieutenant? but no Lieutenant to be
found, "Never mind, we'll do better with
out the fool, says Scott; the niger makes
signs as though he wanted to speak; we may
as well let him, only if he says word above
a whisper tell him that we will put a ball
through his thick head. ''He tells me that
be is runaway, and that he knows that
we are Lincoln's men, and will show us the
position. so he shall, but we must not
trust him an inch out of our sight" Keep
the handkerchief over his mouth lest he
betray u.s." So he crawls along by my
side for some yards and motions for me to
stop-just in time, too, for hear sentry
on the top of the bank, and | can smell the
tobacco he is smoking in spite of regula-
tions. Lie low second-we must have
him, or else we can never get up to the
fort" So Robinson creeps to the right of
him, and Scott to the left, whilst the mig.
GER and myself wait quietly to see the effect
Of the manouvre. Ten minutes or SO pas
sed away. can hear the boys now on
either side Of him. The sentry stops; there
goes his musket at port arms. ''Who
goes there?' he says. ''Officer of the day."
Robinson answers; whilst Scott is creeping
nearer to the other side. ''Halt, officer of
the day, and---humph! he does not say
any more for Scott has stopped his mouth
and the two of them are on him, and in
moment he is bound down silent. We car
ny him off his regular beat, for fear of get
ting found out, and leave him lying in the
bushes. ''Steady, boys! that black line
ahead is one side of the rebel works" Now
comes the tug. "rrust the nigger, says
Tom;'' but he can't do us any good, he
knows nothing about it. Still he has been
very quiet on the journey, and | see by the
savage glance of his eye. that he is i'll ear
nest. He has long knife in his belt; it
may prove useful if we get into row. He
draws it between his fingers to feel its edge
grins horribly, and then says, ''me give EN-
this" We get little closer, and then see
a fire burning about two hundred yards
from the fort. There is a sleepy looking
guard sitting behind it. Right! he can't
see US through the flames 1t had got very
dark by this time, and showed signs of rain,
so we wait to see if the weather is likely to
aid US. After some minutes have passed
down comes the storm. What a noise it
makes! 1t is hail. The lazy sentry moves
inside tent. Now is the timel Over the
side into the earth work! Robinson you
get in among the tents if you can, and find
out what is in them, and then back to usi
The negro springs forward, and is over in a
moment hear gurgle, and as slip down
the other side see the man, with his wild
eye flashing fire, as he is drawing his knife
out of all artilleryman with one hand; while
he grasps his throat with the other In
another moment Scott and have gun each
spiked and make for another when we hear
a voice, Turn out the guard" and then
shot comes whizzing over our heads, and
some one comes running towards u.s. IT'S
only Tom. 'Chuck the sentry's body over
and they will think we have plunged into the
river" says Scott. mo, fling over
couple of balls-they will do quite as well.
And over they go with splash, and over
the bastion we tumble too, and along our
old route. Don't run but on hands and
knees softly There goes the guard into the
work" Fire into the water" says voice,
''the fellows can'nt have have got far
And bang goes whole volley, and an in
slant after the bugles sound and the camp
is astir.
We have got hundred yards from them.
''Now for it-for your lives men run!' Pop,
pop-they have heard US and are coming in
our rear. But the race is with the swift
and if so, will defy them to catch our ne
gro, who runs like a race-horse.
Crash! What is that? Why Scott has
had fall; but he's up again and all ri ght
''Give them taste of lead if they come too
close" Here's where we left the sentry
bound. What plagne this underbrush is
it makes such row as we go through it.
That concluded picket ahead is sure to hear
us. Now he challenges. Then he comes
down the bank. The "nigger' rushes past
him. "Tom' say, for my active compan
ion is ahead of me, ''shoot him!" The reb'
does not wait to be shot, but ran into the
bushes too, and when he thought he was
safe blazed away with his rifle. THE hea-
then has warmed my shoulder" says Scott,
who had piece Of his blouse shot away
Never mind, he has not killed you! There
is great strapping fellow almost up to you.
| can't touch him, Scott says, my shoulder
is so'bad. So l turn on Mr.. confederate
and before he has time to aim, a bullet is
in his leg, and he is of no more use in the
chase. A smash in front What's the mat.
ter, now! The nigger's' gone over our
Lieutenant" says Tom. And so he had,
for, sitting in the same place where we had
left him, and keeping guard over the can.
oe, was our commander. He gets up now,
and we make for the boat. All in, and
off we push. A flash of light and roar Of
mIusketry, tell us that our pursuers know
that we are off, We give them a partino