The Lincoln County herald., 1871-11-09

man. The confederate gentleman sat
down. So did Mike. Our two scouts
we're quickly secured, and led under
a tree where sat Q stern, SELLER Ike
man clad in the undress uniform of q
General officer of the confederate army
The prisoners at once supposed him to
be Morgan-aud they we're right The
confederate chief was surrounded by sew.
eral officers, and was engaged at the mo-
ment iu looking over a county map. As
Mr.. Faxcn and Mike approached, the
officer having them in charge saluted bis
chief and said
General Morgan, | have the honor Of
introducing two Yankee what is its ?-l
judge frcm their plumage. They were
inst caught in their native wild"
The eyes of Morgan were fixed for q
moment on the captives, then grim
smile broke over his countenance.
"Well, who are your where do you
boloupq"
Poor Mr.. Fnxon was so overcome with
terror, he was unable to reply; but Mike
answered boldly: "Bedad, an We be.
longs to the 'Fust llderbush Hoss
Guards Of Gineral Grandcrvack's Divis.
ion Of the-of the-faix an disremim.
bers the number Of the corps, intirely !"
and Mike scratched his head to recall the
forgotten oorpa number.
"What do you mean to say you are
regularly enlisted men p asked Morgan,
in surprise.
"To be sure an doesn't our uniform
be ppakin' for itself!' answered Mike,
rather indignant at the disputing Of a
truth so evident. "In coorse we're
sogers! What should we be ilse p
Probably Morgan did not know what
else they could be, as he sat silent for
some moments; then with q mysterious
twinkle in his eye, he enquirsd, "ls that
absurd rig your usual style of dressT'
They were obliged to confess it was
not.
"Well-then according to your own
statement, you are here, within an
enemys limo, dressed unusually, and
therefore in disguise ; and IN conformity
to military law, are liable to be executed
as spies.
Here was pleasant condition Of
things, truly! Tho very palladium Of
their safety, turned into their greatest
danger. Neither Mr.. Faxon nor Mike
knew aught of military law, and to them
the logic of Morgan appeared unanswera-
bic. "Were they disguised ?" They
had no doubt of 1t, and stood dumb.
founded at the appalling conclusion
Mixes attempt at uniform was not much
only q peacock feather-but he felt the
"attempt" would be viewed as success v
Mr.. Faxon, although it was warm day,
was shivering all over: and the huge
black cap rested upon his ears in ponder
ous contrast with the pallid hue of his
countenance. The epaulets--Samantha' q
pride-seemed heavy enough to bury
him IN tho earth. The poor man wished
for the moment he was buried. The cap
tives felt they could not answer Morgan,
therefore Mike grew indignant toward
his absent commander-th the cause OF
their trouble.
Bad cess to General Graudervack t.
he exclaimed.
"Who is General Grandervack p
Morgan asked with curiosity.
"Faix T. an he's the mon that told US
to put on uniforms, an if the re bel hay
then axes yer pardin Mr.. Morgan, it's
Confetherates l manc-if the Confetti
crates tuck US, we'd niver be hanged for
a spy. Bedad, an it's the uuiform'll
be the ruin Of US yit-l cant know T.
Tho officers about Morgan laughed a,
this speech, but tho latter checked them
stsrnly.
"Are you we'll acquainted with all tho
roads in this section Of country ?" he
asked turning to the prisoners.
They answered in the Affirmative.
"How far is it to the Ohio river ?"
Nigh on to twenty miles" Mr.. Faxou
replied.
Tho nearest road through Elder.
bush ?"
"No, the nearest way leaves the village
Eve miles to the west" again answered
NJ. Faxon.
The confederate chief was silent a mo-
ment, watching, with half smile on hi,
face, the detected scouts before him. A
length be said:
II don't wish to execute you Two but
l will do this: We are about to move
and you shall be placed At the head o
the column and direct US in the neares
route to the Ohio river. If you do SO
you shall be released. If you prov,
faithlsss the guard will be instructed t,
shoot you. Do you accept the terms"
Reader, what would you do under sim
liar circumstances We will tell yor
what Mr.. Faxon aud Mike did. The,
accepted the terms, and very glad wer
they to do so.
"Bsgorral an who'd have thought i,
Instid Of scoutin' for Ginoral Grander
vack, we've turned to scoutin' for oul,
Morgan himself" Mike whispered to hi
companion iu misfortune as they wer
led away.
! Mr.. Faxon did not answer; yet stron,
Union man IS be Was, ho felt a great loa
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