New Ulm weekly review., 1878-06-19
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was encamped a 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,
Dutton, the coachman, opened the door.
Thn hollows about his jaws were gray
with terror.
Dey's come, massa! Dey's takin' de
last OBJ de hosses out OBJ de stables!'
My father was an old man and Grip
pie. He only wheeled in his chair to
the door, and waited in silence. A tramp
ing of men was heard on the gravel
walk. The next moment dozen sturdy
fellows with bloated faces, pistols at
their belts and rifles in hand, dashed
open the door.
They paused, daunted by my faith
er's calmness and silence.
Hubbard! You're Judge Hubbard,
eh?" clustered the formost.
F That is my name."
"Well, you've got to deliver up your
arms and livestock to us for the use of
the army"
81 have no arms. You have taken
my horse and cattle; not"-his color
risin-s'for the use of the army, but for
thieves and murderers, who plunder on
their on accout."
"Father! father,'' my mother whisper
ed in terror, laying her hand on his ram:
"we are at their mercy!''
"The old cock crows WE'LL" laughed
the leader: but it is the young fowl we
want"
.sWhat do you mean?"
"Your son Joe has been seen prowling
about the neighborhood. We've orders
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 a minute even these rutfans were
silent
.'We'H soon see that" cried the
foremost. 'Come boys!'
They ransacked the house. The family
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, busy as usual in the stable, for he
had turned into 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 Gown and lighted
his pipe.
"He would not move if they blew him
up with petard!' cried Sue, whose
knowledge of warlike instruments was
but hazy.
Presently they came up to him.
"Hi, Dutchy! We've heard Of you.
What side are you on, Reb or Yank?"
II goes for my own side.''
$50 do we. Stand out of the way. We
want to go into this cabin"
'"Nein; dish is mein house, calmly.
''Get up, you pig!' p-odding him with
the point OF his sword.
"Oh. yesh! gets up,'' slowly rising
and putting his hands into mis- capacious
pockets. He drew out couple OF revol-
vers, and pointed them full in the faces
of his assailants.
II gets up and-I fres.'
He did fire-once, twice, it seemed to
me dozen times, turning sharply from
side to side.
The men staggered back dismayed.
Two fell and were dragged off by the
others. Like all bullies, they were
towards.
For moment they hesitated, as if un-
certain whether to take the German by
storm or to take to their heels. A sting
ing bullet in the leaders arm decided the
oayNin favor Of Yakob.
) They fired back scattering shots as
they retreatcd, but did not face the de-
termined Dutchman again. I saw him
totter as the last man fired, but he recov-
cred himself, and stood delivering his
deadly shots with the same stolidity and
regularity with which he hammered in a
bean-pole.
With oaths and yells, the men hurried
down the road.
We ran out. Yakob lay on the floor
white and CHASTITY. My mother raised
his head.
''He is dying2' she said.
"Why did he throw his life away for
the old shanty?" cried Sue, impatiently.',
Yakob shook his head. 'sNot de house.
The same thought came to us both. We
pushed the door open. On the bed Law
pallid skeleton Of mar, brave
handsome Charley!
For more than a month Yakob had
hidden him there, afraid to trust even
his mother with the secret.
1t the faithful German had died for his
friend, it would have been but one of
many such sacrifices which the testime
brought froH men.
But Charley lived. and is now sturdy
farmer on the Shenandoah. Yakob is his