New Orleans Republican. [volume] (New Orleans, La) 1867-1878, 1875-11-07

A month or two ago Colonel Bangs en-
gagged young fellow named Scudder as
sub editor of the Morning Argus On the
day before the anniversary OF Bunker Hill
Bangs asked Scudder if he was familiar
with the history of that battle, and Scudder
said he was. So Bangs told Scudder he
would like him to write up a little sketch Of
it for the anniversary day, and Scudder
said he would try. The next morning the
sketch appeared in the Argus, and attracted
great zeal of attention. When Bangs
saw it, he called Scudder in and said:
"Mr. Scudder, didd't you tell me you
thought you we're familiar with the battle
OF Bunker Hill!' :.
Yes, SIR"
"Well, if that is the case, I will be 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 at.
tack. General Washington had the csta-
quilts put in line TO await their coming. and.
when Napoleon saw them, he drew his
sword. and exclaimed: "Soldiers! twenty
centuries look down upon your
"'NO sooner were the battering rams lev
eled against the walls of the castle than
the Duke of Wellington sent word to his
mother by General Butler, that he would
either win or be brought back upon his
shield. Then ordering his men to fire at
the white of the enenly's eye, he awaited
Luc Ouoot Win tubL ubJcbtlC CdImucb6 Wulcu
ever distinguished the hero of Buena Vista.
"'This was the vervlcrisis of the battle.
Joan of Arc, spying General Jackson be-
hind the cotton bales, dashed at him on her
snow white charger, swinging her ponder
GUS battle-ax over her head, her fair hair
streaming behind her in the wind. As her
steed rushed forward her hair caught in the
bongh of tree, and she hung there. Ser
geaDt Bates shot her through the heart with
bolt from an arquebus. Hes last words
were: "DOn't give up the ship
"'The duke could stand it no longer. The
mameiukes had slain all his vanguard. Gen
eral Sickles had lost his leg and retired on
a pension, and the enemys skirmishers,
lodged in the top of the monument, were
pouring boiling oil on those who attempted
TO sca.e it. Leaping from his horse, he
shouted, sup, guards, and at them!' and he
next moment, with the glorious flag of truce
in one hand and his sword in the other, the
hurled his legiOns upon the lava beds and
crushed the savage foe to the earth, killing,
among others, the well known General
Harrison, afterward President of the United
States"
II think we shall have to part Mr.. Scud-
journalist ought to come to an end right
here. l will accept your resignation.
''And if any one asks you why you left
the Argus, point out this paragraph and
say it was Decausesthe proprietor was afraid
he'd murder you when he read your state
ment that, AT the battle of Bunker Hill
the Confederates lost $4,000 and the Car
thagenians only 600, and that there's no
spot in Virginia that the people hold more
sacred than that bloody hill where the
bones of Cromwell lie with those of Roger
Williams, as if they fought against each
other in the cause of the constitution and
cheap transportation Point to that Ian
guage, Mr.. Scudder, and your friends will
understand the situation. Good morning"