The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1878-07-04

republic! Salu one.
"Do you care nothing for iberty?"
asked another.
CT care for mein kopf," clapping his
hands to his head. Ct keeps mein kopf
on mein shoulders
"Beast!'' muttered Joe.
Even Charley looked Disguised, which
Yakob quickly perceived.
Ct come to this country for peace,
be said, rapidly, in German, 'sand the
men take each other by the throat. I
know nothing OF your North-your
South.
"You know nothing but Yakob r with
laugh.
The light eyes flashed little.
"Ya; und-Yakob's work, !" he said.
doggedly, and turned to the tobacco
house.
Even we who were children remember
the times that then followed on the bor-
der the marching and countermarching
of armies; the turning of our fields into
backgrounds, and our houses into hos
pitfalls !: the ravages of the bushwhackers
and guerrillas, first of one side and then
the other and, worse than all, the bit
terness of neighbor against neighbor.
Two years passed. My brother Joe
had been killed at Bull Run. Charley
had been prisoner for almost year.
I think that Charley's imprisonment
was harder for my mother to bear than
even Joe's death; for one was at rest,
while the suferings Of the other were
continually in her mind. Such tales
were told of the prison where he was
that believe she would have been glad
to know that he, too, was dead.
One July morning she came down to
breakfast looking more wan and hag-
gard than usual.
81 had strange dream last night, !"
she said. ct thought Charley stood
beside me, with his rod in his hand, as
he used to when he was going out to fish.
[ was putting up his lunch, and he was
joking with his father, as if the war had
never been. It was all just as it used to
be-"
"And it shall be again." said father,
heartily. "Don't lose your trust in
God, mother"
81 shall never see Charley again, {"
she said; eff he should come home it
would be to certain death"
Our house was at that time encircled
by troops; not regular troops, but the
rabble and followers of a great army that
was encamped few miles to the north.
Until now the officers had protected us
from outrage; but change in the posi-
ton OF the forces left us without their
authority.
just as we were rising from the table.
button, the coachman, opened the door.
The hollows about his jaws were grey
with terror.
"Dey's come, massa Dey's takin'
de last oh de bosses out OBJ de sta
bles p
My father was al old man and Grip
pie. He only wheeled in his chair to
the door, and waited in silence. A
tramping of armed men was heard on the
gravel walk. The next moment dozen
sturdy fellows with bloatvd faces, pistols
at their belts and rifles in hand. dashed
open the door.
They paused, daunted by my fathers
calmness and silence.
Hubbard You're Judge Hubbard,
eh ?" clustered the foremost.
"That is my NAME"
"Well, you've got to deliver up your
arms and live stock to us for the use of
the army"
st have no arms. You have taken
my horses and cattle; not"-his color
rising for the use of the army. but
for thieves and murderers, who plumber
on their own account"
"Father father u my mother whis-
pered In terror, laying her hand on his
arm; we are at their mercy p
"The old cock crows well. laughed
the leader "but it is the your g fowl we
want"
What do you mean ?"
"Your son Joe has been seen prowl-
ing about the neighborhood. We've or
ders to take him and hang him to the
nearest tree"
My mother put out her hands before
her. "My son is dead" she said.
For minute even these rufians were
silent.
"We'n soon see that" cried the fore
most "Come, boysr'
Ae"AAoe"CAC0 Ol1C uOuSO. lu0 lam
lily could offer no opposition, being but
women and children, with two weak old
men to guard us.
My father sat trembling with rage and
shame, poor old Dutton beside him.
The negroes had all gone. Nobody was
left but Yakob, duly at work, as usual.
In the stable, for he had turned into a
man-of-all.work when left alone.
He came out from the stable now.
glanced at the pillagers, and, going to
the door of his shanty, sat down and
lighted his pipe.
"He would not move if they blew him
up with a petard p cried Sue. whose
knowledge of warlike instruments was
but hazy.
Presently they came up to him.
eli, Dutchy ! we've heard of you.
What side are you on, Reb or YankY"
II goes for my own side."
80 do we. Stand out of the way.
We want to go into this cabin"
Nein; dish is mine house" calmly.
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