The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1875-12-08
Why lie Left.

engaged a young fellow named Scud
der as the editor of the Morning Ar
gus. On the day before the anniver
sary of Bunker Hill Bangs asked Mr.
Scudder if he was familiar with til,
history of that battle, and ScuddeI
SAID he was. So Bangs told Scudde1
he would like him to write up a littl.
sketch of it for the anniversary da,
and Scudder said he would try. The
next morning the sketch appeared ir
the Argus, and attracted great dea
OF attention. When Bangs saw it
he called Scudder in and said:
"Mr. scudder, didn't you tell mt
you thought you were familiar will
the battle of Bunker Hip"
ayes, sir"
"Well, if that is the case, I will bt
obliged to you if you will mention to
me what you mean when you say
BY four o'clock the confederate
troops were ready for the attack
General Washington had the cata
pults put in line to await their com
ing, and when Napoleon saw them
he drew his sword, and exclaimed
"Soldiers! twenty centuries look
down upon your
"No sooner were the batterina
rams leveled against the walls of the
castle than the Duke of Wellington
sent word to his mother by General
Butler that he would either win OF
be brought back upon his shield.
Then ordering his men to fire at the
white of the enemy's eye, he awaited
the onset with that majestic calmness
which ever distinguished the hero OF
Buena VISTA"
"This was the very crisis of the
battle. Joan of Arc, spying General
Jackson behind the cotton bales,
dashed at him on her snow white
charger, swinging her ponderous bat
tle-axe over her head, her fair hair
streaming behind her in the wind.
AS her steed rushed forward her hair
caught in the bough of tree, and
she hung there, Sergeant Bates shot
her through the heart with a bolt
from an arquebus. Her last words
were: Don't give up the ship
"The duke could stand it no long
er. The mamelukes had slain all
his vanguard. General Sickles had
lost his leg and retired on pension,
and the enemy's skirmisllers, lodged
in the top of the monument, were
pouring boiling oil on those who at
tempted to scale it. Leaping from
his horse, he shouted, Cup, guards,
and at them!' and the next moment
with the glorious flag of truce in one
hand and his sword in the other, they
hurled his legions upon the lava beds
and crushed the savage foe to the
earth, killing, among others, the we'll
known General Harrison, afterward
President of the United States"
Il think we shall have to part Mr..
Scudder. 1t seems TO me that your
career as journalist ought to come
% an end right here. l will accept
FOUR resignation.
"And if any one asks you why you
eft the Argus, point out this para
graph and say it was because the
was afraid he'd murder
vou when he read your statement
hat, "At:sthe battle of Bunker Hill
he Confederates lost $4,000 and the
carthagenians only 600, and that
here's no spot in Virginia that the
,eople hold more sacred than that
'loody hill where the bones of Crom
gell lie with those of Roger Williams
$ if they fought against each other
n the cause of the constitution and
heap transportation. Point to that
language, Mr.. Scudder, and your
riends will understand the situation. |
food morning"