The Fremont weekly journal. [volume] (Fremont, Sandusky County, Ohio) 1867-1877, 1874-12-04

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ment he belongs tor"
"Why, he belongs to the Branden-
burg regiment of grenadiers, and his
name is Martin Bollermann, and he
1 is q sergeant"
'Well, if that is true, then hunt
him up! You can pass"
Fritz ran on; came to d second
sentinel and q third, and fell at last
into the hands of an adjutant, who
examined him closely. The more
he heard the more friendly he be-
came, and finally patted the boys
cheek very kindly. "Come with
me-" he said; 81 think we shall be
able to find your father soon"
He went on to large, magnificent
tent, from the top Of which waved
a large banner. Fritz trudged along
cheerfully by his side, carrying his
potato sack, and, at the officers
beckoning, followed fearlessly into
the tent. Here he saw an elderly,
magnicently dressed officer sitting
in large armchair at a camp table,
and apparently studying q map.
He scarcely looked up, and merely
nodded his head q very little as
Fritz's attendant respectfully ap-
proached him.
"That is surely a general" Fritz
thought, as he remained standing
near the entrance. He was right.
The adjutant spoke in a low tone to
the general, who soon turned his
eyes from the map, listened atten-
lively to the adjutants story, now
and then casting a hasty look at
Fritz. After giving the officer an
order and dismissing him, he beck
oned to Fritz who at once obeyed,
and with soldierly bearing stood be-
fore the General.
"What is your name?" the General
asked. "Fritz Bollermann, and 1 am
called Soldier Fritz" The General
smiled and asked again: "Where do
you come from?' "From Branden-
burg" "Why have you Gomez
I''To bring potatoes to my father" "
''Is this really true?" said the Gen
eral to himself. "Have you them
actually in your sack2" he added,
aloud. eyes, the best in our whole
cellar" said Frits, taking the sack
from his shoulder and opening it.
''Only See, sirl all of them round and
smooth as pebbles" "Well, well,
my son, they are very fine, and give
one a first rate appetite. But go
now into the next room, and stay
till / call you. Leave your sack
here, meanwhile"
"Fritz went as ordered, and seated
himself in large armchair.
Wearied by the hard march of the
day, and more perhaps by his emo
tions, he was soon nodding, and then
fast asleep. So the General found
/. him when, about a half an hour after,
he stepped into the room. He let
the boy sleep on, and went out
softly.
While Fritz was thus fOrgetful of
: everything, the General was busy in
, his behalf, and did not rest till he
: found the old sergeant, Martin Boil
hermann, of the Brandenburg regi-
ment. He had him forthwith Or
, dered to come to supper, and he in
: vited also some of his highest Off
1 GERS. Nor did he forget to give his
cook certain necessary orders.
: The guests assembled in good
season, and took their seats at the
| table. Some were astonished to find
at the Generals table a mere SER
: geant, in a sergeant's uniform. But
: most of all was the sergeant himself
astonished.
The most noticeable thing, next to
t the sergeant, YVES a large, covered
| dish, in which the guests supposed
t there was, without doubt, something
2 very costly and delicious, and they
: cast many longing looks to-
l ward it. The General observed
0 their curiosity, but gave not
e the slightest hint to satisfy it. He
I smiled when he looked at the dish,
, and exchanged occasionally short
G sigifcant look with his Adjutant
Q Curiosity became extreme. Al
@ length the general, with loud voice
e ordered the sergeant to take of the
e cover, and the eyes of all were turned
to the mysterious dish. What die
/ they see? Potatoes in the skin
9 which, indeed, appeared wonderfully
: clean and inviting, but which disap
h pointed not a little the damperet
:. taste Of the dainty guests, who ha(
d Expected something quite different.
n The only one who heartily rejoiceC
J. was Sergeant Bollermann, and hC
d could scarcely keep back an excla
y nation Of the greatest surprise anC
delight.
,e "Till now," said the general, Will
Il bright smile played about his lips
a "tiIl now you have been my guests
:. but if you wish to enjoy these splen
/ did potatoes, you must turn to Sci
e geant Bollermann; they belong t
q him" The officers shrugged thei
shoulders haughtily. The genera
"a seemed to care but little for thei
u dipleasure. eff you knew in wha
D. way the potatoes came into ou
e, camp, you would deem it az homo
N to receive only one of them"
lS Is "How so; how did it happeni
lae y they asked. "Tell us,ifyou pleasei
- 81? Oh, no! 1 have no skill i
D. telling fine stories. But sinceI Sc
"A "A that you, as well as our honest Bo
~ hermann, are somewhat tormented b
r. r. curiosity, 1 will try to crafty you
In u another way. Adjutant, bring n
% 70 in my story-teler, please"
a The adjutant disappeared; a
ID Hooked eagerly toward the entranc
H. The heart Of old Bollermann beat ;
q Iif it would burst. for a faint susp
r. cion of the truth seemed to dawn
" Ibis mind. He grew white and re
nd by turns, and he did not perceiV
he how steadily the eyes of the Gene
n al we're resting on him with inten'
cd interest. Soon the curtain vi
3 drawn, and in came, at the Adjutant
n side, happy and looking round vii
de bright and fearless eyes, Soldi
or Fritz
lis "Fritz" cried the sergeant, forge
he ting all respect for his superiOrs, al
r. Swinging forward with outspre;