The Grange advance. [volume] (Red Wing, Minn.) 1873-1877, 1877-04-18
A War "Reminiscences.

One morning party was sitting at
White Sulphur, and the conversation
had fallen upon the late war. Person
al "reminiscences was in order. Each
was the hero of his own hair-breadth
escape, and the seQuels were blood and
thunder.
Within ear-shot sat an old gray.coat-
ed Virginian, attentively listening and
turning his cud rehectively between
his teeth. At length he spoke:
oGentlemens,yo all been through
heap, but they haint none of you had
a wuss time nor I, I'll bet.''
(which side was you on?' asked
one.
''Nary side, gentlemens, but had
q very hard time," and the old fellow
drawing out his cut of reflection, pro-
ceeded:
"Well, when the wa fust broke out.
dldn' know much about it no how.
l was a studying it out, but hadn't
come to no judgment. One night nv
darter Mary Ann was took powerful
sick. The doctor he wrote script,
and told me to go right off and get it.
50 bridled my old mar, and started.
Well, gentlemens, when I got, I reckon,
bout three miles from home,-it was
monstrous dark,-some one called out
maitland hilted. Fust I knowed I
was a prisoner, and the boys was
round thicker nor June bugs. SEE
they: who are you fur?' SEE T. Gen.
tlemens, darter Mary Ann, she'-.
SEE they: Dam Mary Ann! Who are
you fur! Speak out. Hurra. for some
body!' Istudied mint, an SEE I, on
ventur' like, 'Hurra, for jeff Davis!
They SEE, mad as hornets, Il told you
he was a Id rebel. Git off that
mari
"Gentlemens. I hain't telling you no
lie when sez they took me off my
mar and bucked me over a log, and
hit me 500. 1t hurt me powerful bad:
was monstrOus sore. / mounted my
mar and started on. 1 hadn't got
more'n three miles when I heerd
another voice call out, halt 2 an I
hilted !; and again the boys had me.
who are you fur 2 SEE they. SEE I,
Gentlemen, my darter Mary Ann is
powerful sick, an the doctor'-
Damn the DOCTOR! Who are you fur :?
Hurra for somebody "
81 want goin' to be kotched again,
so jest took off my hat, an SEE as
loud as I could, Hurrah for Lincoln!
There F! SEE they, madden nor blazes,
Il told he was a id traitor Git
down off that MARI Gentlemens,
hain't telling yOu no lie. They tux
me off that mar, and
bucked me over log, and, jest whar
l. was sore, they gin me 500 mo-. 1t
was monstrous bad. But got on an
went along. jest as T was comm into
town another man called out. Halt =
an I hilted. sWho are you fur = saws
he. 'Hurrah for somebody Gentle
men, want never agoin' to be cotched
again. I jest SEE, Mister, you jest be
so kind as to hurrah fustjust this once.
The editor of the Louisiana, Nc. Press,
in relating what he knows about farm
ing, touches upon the pig question in
this manner: ..To make Berkshire
pigs out of your hazel splitters, select
a cool day, stand them on their hams,
tied to sapling, and drive their noses
back to their shoulders, leaving about
an inch protruding. If youlook at the
agricultural papers, you will see that
all blooded hogs are fixed that way. If
you have any whose noses are longer
than the rest of the body, better sell
them to an artesian we'll company for
drills, as you cannot drive the nose
back without telescoping the whole
pig. When you cut up hogs, leave the
hams square, leave some hair too; salt
everlastingly, and they will be worth
several cents less pound than when
trimmed and cured 20 that q Christian
can eat them" ~