The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1869-03-25
General Sherman's Marrow Escape

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a correspondent of the Augusta GA
| Constitutionaiist tells the following sto'
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"One morning, how it matters not
four of my company, myself among the
| number found ourselves In the wilds OF
South Carolina, without any knowledge
Of the country, separated from our COM
| mand, and having an idea that Sher-
| mans advance guard was close to us,
but In what direction we could not tell,
! AZ We were utterly at loss. Hunger Is
guest that uses very little ceremony In
his visits, and the little fellow was
knocking ut our breasts very rudely,
and DANGEROUSLY asserting his presence.
He was not to be put to silence, and so,
for peace sake, we determined to grant
his request. As if to try US, no sooner
had we agreed to search for food than
we came to by.path which branched
off to the right of the road we were
travelling. 1t looked promising, and
looking down a leafy vista, we discern
ed, about three hundred yards off I'M
mistakable signs ola farm house, and
as matter Of course, a land flowing
with milk and honey. So, determined
to stand the hazard of the de- we filed
or down to breakfast. We found
small farm house Inhabited by widow
whose ewo sons had been killed in Vir.
einia, and who, with four or five faith
MI slaves. still managed to keep her
little farm In good order. Welcoming
Is for the sake Of the gray as she said,
we were soon seated on a grass plot, en-
toying good though homely meal, and
under the influence of her excellent
corn bread, and fried
were rapidly becoming rein
vigorated. Suddenly u confusion of
voices sounded near us, and caught
the CLEAN of sabres aud bright uniforms,
as about dozen cavalry in dark blue
Numbered down toward us. A word
and q touch, and all four Of us were in
the adjoining thicket awaiting their APP
proach. They galloped up and order
ing breakfast sat down on bench to
await it. felt touch on my shoulder,
and looking up saw pale face near my
own, with eyes turned in n constrained
to M officer on the bench.
r. the lips whispered almost in
NOW is the time to end the
war. Yonder sits Sherman was so
utterly taken by surprise that did not
at first comprehend him, but gradually,
as gazed mechanically on the officer
pointed out to me began to understand
that the South's greatest and most pow
erful enemy, tbs one who was rapidly
wiping her out of existence rs u nation,
who held her fate as it were, in the
hollow of his hand, who had done her
more evil ia four months than all his
had accomplished in as
many years, was sitting there serene
and unconscious, within reach of my
carbine. atonce commenced cautious
ly to unsling it. The fate of the Con-
federacy, perhaps, hung on that mo-
mont. When, at this length of time,
think upon the awful interests that were
at stake, my brain reels and | grow
faint. The General arose, unconscious
Of his peril, and walked with a rapid
tread into the house, followed
by his staff, aud very soon We could see
them through the open window, en-
gagged in eating break fast. l was com
pleteiy baflied, and had no opportunity
nor had any Of us, torcnew our attempt,
as body OF cavalry soon arrived, before
whom We thought it prudent to retire,
and accordingly made sudden re-
treat