Ellsworth American. [volume] (Ellsworth, Me.) 1855-current, 1873-03-20

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Clemens, having his arm shattered
with bullet, refused to be taken out
Of the engagement. Presently bull
let broke tho other aVn. He sank
down to die.
"How is it with your soul now,
brother Clemens!'' asked a comrade.
II am as happy as can be out OF
Paradise" answered the Christian hero,
and soon after these words the full
happiness Of Paradise was revealed to
him.
A lad named Nesbit, the son of an
officer, was wounded while acting as
ensign, and fell into the hands Of the
French. His wounds were regarded
as fatal, and no effort was made to
give him medical help.
IL might live if my wounds were
dressed he said imploringly.
Seeing his distress Frenchman re.
solved TO put an end 70 his life by ap.
plying the bayonet and he inflicted an
other dreadful wound. While thus
lying alone, his life blood ebbing away
he was found by his father.
MY SOM
dispatch me-"
Dispatch thee, my son. The Count
has ordered us to bring thee to the
camp"
He was taken TO the camp, his
wounds were dressed, and he lived six
hours in terrible sgony. His father
watched by his side.
MY son." said the officer, .collec,
but strength to tell me the name of the
soldier that bayoneted You, and |
swear by the honor of soldier tha,
he shall be broken upon the wheel"
my dear father, know him not,
and if did would never tell"
In one of the early battles Of the
South during the American revolution
Capt. Messer, an American officer, wa.
made a prisoner by the enemy and " as
sentenced 10 be hanged. As the Cap
tain was led out to execution. his wife
fell weeping to the ground, and his lit.
tie boy with eyes filed with tears,
came running to tine commanding ofii-
Ger, Gen. Tryon. and said
"Sir. hang me and let my father
| live"
WHO told you to say that:" asked
the officer.
mo one"
"But why do you ask III"
because if you hang my father,
my mother will die and the children
viii perish" The heart of the ofiic er
was melted. He said:
"lour father shall not be hanged to.
day."
He could not hang the father OF such
a boy.
Shortly before the battle of wilson s
creek, one of the first of the war for
the Union, there came to Gen. Lyon 8
headquarters, in Missouri, woman
who had been driven out of Tennessee
by the rebels, and who brought with
her her only sou, lad about twelve
years of age. The boys name was
Edward Lee. He wished to become a
drummer boy in the Union army, and
as he was very sk;lful in the use Of the
drum, he at once procured a situation.
1t made his mothers heart ache TO
leave him.
Captain" she said, ''if he is not
kiilcd"-here the feelings Of mother
choked her utterance-''if he is not
killed, Captain, you will bring him
oack won you:
Yes" said the Captain, 1--WE will
bring him back. We shall be dis
charged in six weeks"
after the battle of Wilson's Creek -
said an officer, II was detailed on
guard duty, my post being on a high
emnence overlooking the ravine where
we had just engaged the enemy, and
where many Of the wounded were We,
lying. The moon had gone down in
the early part of the night. All was
silent save the far-off-howling of the
wolf that seemed to scent the banquet
We had been preparing for him. Pres.
emily heard drum beating the morn.
ing call in the ravine below. The
sound was familiar to me. / knew i,
was
"Our drummer boy from Tennessee
CAS- soon as l could 60 to the % OF
followed the sound of the drum, and
found Eddie seated upon the groand
his back leaning against the trunk of I
fallen tree, while his drum was hang.
ing upon bush in front Of him.
"As soon - be saw M, be dropped
his drum sticks and said
20, Corporal, ] am 20 glad to se,
you. Bring me something to drink. :
II turned to bring him some watsl
from the brook. He did not under
stand my intention, and said with I
hurt look,