Nashville union and dispatch. [volume] (Nashville, Tenn.) 1866-1868, 1868-04-16

A DisffnguisIaed Arrival from Chicago
strange scene in "a Tennessee Jail-
A Northern Man Gets n DisagreeabIe
! Peep AT Life in the South.
Capt. James f. Montandon, an ex-Fed-
eral Qnartermaster who figured in the
mammoth Q. NJ. Department at Nashville
during the var, and who is charged with
forglng $Dgovernment voucher for an
amount somewhere in the neighborhood Of
$500, was brought to this city yesterday
from Chicago, by II. Munson, United States
Marshal for the Northern District Of Illi-
nois and was lurned over to United States
Marshal +. X. Glascock, who lodged him
in Jail TO await trial before the United
States Circuit Court, which convenes on
Monday OF next week.
The prosecution against Capt. Montan.
don was entered in the Federal Court two
years ago, aud he gave a joint bond of
$1,000 for his appearance for trial at an
other term. lie soon after left Nashville,
and at the time Sc. for a hearing Of the
case failed TO appear, thus FORGETTING his
bond. His securities, however, secured a
continuance, 10y agreeing either to produce
Capt Montandon in person or the amount
Of his recogniZance at the coming term of
the court, and in accordance with this ar
rangement the alleged forger was re-
arrested in Chicago and brought here.
The scene at the Jail on the arrival there
Of Captain Montandon, was a strangely pc
culiar one. He looked a little thin from
recent illness, and wore a troubled look
which he seemed DESTROYS Of concealing
Genteelly dressed, and to all appearances a
gentleman, he seemed a strange visitor
there, whatever offense he might have been
guilty Of We shall never forget the ex-
preston of his face as he stepped into the
doorway of the Jail Office, and his eye fell
upon the colored men in whose hands he
was to be placed To him there seemed
mistake somewhere, but he said nothing az
he moved up toward the desk where Sum-
ner, the colofed Clerk, was sitting.
where is Abe Smith ?" asked Marshal
Glascock
Hell be in in a minute" returned Sum
neT, with his eyes riveted upon the tall
dress hat Of the prisoner. What's his
name ?" he continued, drawing pen from
behind his ear and dipping il into an omi-
nods looking black inksiand.
What's your first name Captain p
asked the Marshal, little hesitatingly.
Without waiting TO give the information
TO the Marshal, Montandon stepped up to
Summer, and said
James E.-James L. Montandon is my
name"
"What is your weight%' inquired Sum
ner.
UIVLa, I an, I'll "a = 80, L., IA a
eighty-iive pounds but ! have been sick
for some time"
Al this moment, good-natured Abe
Smith, the Jaller, who is a man of color,
came in, and looked inquisitively upon the
stranger, who, however, did not seem to
notice the rigid survey.
Then commenced the customary search.
In obedience to Summers order of take of
your overcoat, Captain" the prisoner threw
of a heavy great-coat, and nerved himself
for the dissgreeable ceremony. His peck
cts were soon gone through, and after he
had pulled off his boots and put them on
again, he stood up against the wall while
two colored officers measured his height
IL was a strange position for a Northern
man, and one in which he had never be-
fore been placed, but he looked down upon
the negroes without wincing.
This over, his sachel was pushed under a
table, and in charge of a colored guard he
moved toward the door Of the hall leading
to the yard aud the cells beyond, Abe
Smith promising TO see him comfortably
cared for. As he disappeared, he babe the
Marshal good evening, and Mr.. Glascock
bowed an adieu, with the remark that
Smiley would probably call upon him in
the morning"