The Jeffersonian. [volume] (Stroudsburg, Pa.) 1853-1911, 1872-04-04
STROUDsBURG, MONROE COUNTY, Pa APRIL A. 1872.

| "'S'S tuO cdiCly Va lhC SOmuOu-
wealth so long trembled in the balance !;
and let me add, with perfect candor, that
amid different cogitations of great mo-
ment, my mind, again aud again, revert
ed to my missed omelet. Meanwhile,
however, | had to pay visit of far diff.
ferent nature. As we were about to leave
longed to have a look at some of the
wounded whom personally knew. On
entering one of the field hospitals L found
the victims of victory as gay as larks, and
soon found that this hilarity was owing
to the rumor that the enemy was stopped
by our cavalry at Boonsboro', and that by
to morrow we were to have another big
battle. Lacerated by wounds, and bleed.
ing, the boys rejoiced in the prospective
of another carnival of war Such are the
freaks of soldiers. Before leaving the
hospital my attention was attracted by
familiar face it was Lieut. b., a brave
fellow, rather cynical, and with strong
dose of aversion for sham and all kinds
of clap trap, whether in or out uniform.
They were going to cut off his leg. Turn
ing his swimming eyes toward me he
calculated, eff you want to take the stump,
here will be one for you pretty soon !"
Tears of JOY started to my eyes at the
exemplary fortitude of this unfortunate.
L did not want to witness the skill of the
surgeons. l. fell to my lot to hold the
table on which Gen. Sickles' leg was am
putated, and | did not wish for another
trial of the kind
soon afterward struck upon crowd
OF stragglers indulging in an opposition
chorus, the one part vociferating Rally
roung the flag, Boys" the other scream
ing "How are you Fourth of july" &c.
At Harney's suggestion, positively made
up my miDnd, before taking my final fare
we'll of Gettysburg, to revisit our farm
house and to see what had become Of our
eggs, which were to have been metamor-
phosed into an omelet,
To reveal a secret hitherto hidden from
mortal vision, shall state that | intend
ed to be the chcf de cuisine myself, and
to give madam living example of an
omelet a la Napoletane, 1 having acquir-
ed this useful art during the brief Carl
baldian in 1860. This much l thought
was due from me to the rather copper
head ish Adams county.
We founded the whole out buildings
consumed to ashes, and the farm house
itself unroofed, riddled, and torn, with
no living being around it except a roos-
ter, standing perched on one foot, on the
top of the half dismantled chimney. AS
We gazed on the bird, we saw that one of
its feet was bleeding, and, strange to say,
instead OF trying to fly away, appeared as
if desirous of coming TO US. Was it the
experience of the last two days, and the
desola ton aud ruin all around, that made
that bird feel glad at the sight of human
beings?
Harney, not given much to scntimen-
tality, suggested, to make up with this
poor rooster, to whom life was evidently
a burden, for the loss of the omelet-
| The rogue almost swore that it was the
same rooster that escaped from the nose
bag during our nocturnal expedition he
knew him, he said, from his voice, and
that our claim to it could not be doubted
[, though not without some hesitation
assented. Tie patriarch was caught with.
out much effort. The smouldering EN-
bers around, after little blowing, sup
piled the necessary fire, aud, after some
twenty minutes, we refreshed our inner
man with savory broied fowl, rather
rare. EMERIC SZABAD.
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