Millheim Journal. [volume] (Millheim, Pa.) 1876-1984, 1878-01-17

The Brdro Mdn Who Turned the
Tide of Battle al Mission Ridge.
(New York SUM-

LIZ t4Skss, NbNCuONA @Os - "
day find myself in the southern
angle ofdlIiuois the American Egypt.
End the Egyptians here all came
from Tennes zee. The wnmen wear
son,bonnetS in the winter and sit III
open roo rs, while the mel wear
bItternut jeans, and look like their
ancestors. l saw a crowd uf + rypt-
ians this NOR ling who come over to
Tamara from the Little Muddy.
They were saturated with alcohol
and smoked " it'll tobacco lill they
had the real mummy appeara' &c.
Uieroglyph les are not Essd in
Egypt now. The American Egypt
ians, as general thing, cannot
write 1T all. When an Egyptian
wants TO comm unicate ANYTHING To
another Egyptian living at dis
Ntance he strides n mule, slides
tf4fe&gh the swamps, and with Ger
tain words WHEN We Americans do
not understand makes the other
Egyptians understand what he
wants. When they are sdber they
are harmless, but two drinks of
whisky and a plug of lnbdcc" ON az
empty tomach WI make an Egypt
ian worse than y Rashi b " Iuk
Yesterday saw one ehaIg ged with Il
full pint of .,lonhol and two plugs uf
tobacco, u dose that only tie rich
Egyptians can Indulge in. He Vas
terror to behold. J'nnsph0ric acid
gas poured tff Of him. He was
loaded down with more ps! cholngy
: than George Francis Train. tie
was the Crushed Tragedian" charg-
ed With giant powder.
"I'm a steamboat from Hick'ry
Bayou" he sail, ~ regular side
wheeler, I'm a rattlesuak- with rat
ties all the way up. I'm the worst
man on the Bayou, and we ha'nt
got Il bayou boy that cau't whip 4
gunboat. I'm Il -
"Oh, Bill, be still. Don't fight
any more to-day. ''Tain't yoI-
tits the whisky. Come along 7" AMI
nice looking man took So .are hold
ID II. l. !
''Let me GO Lem me claw some
body. Lem me-
But in a moment the ice-lOokrng
maa liftel Bill into his wag m ami
drove of.
"Who is that brave farmer who
takes such an interest in BilI?"
asked Colonel Barber, the Chairman
Of the Lecture Association.
''Oh, thai IS Captain Mason. VIe
used to he hard 'un, but now hes
joined the Church, an' he's the
father of eVe.y bad man this sec
ton. They all just 1--we Cap Ma
son."
What does Mason dD % I asked.
"IIe's farmer .sir--a hig farmer
over on the Muddy"
s.But what dDes he come over
with the Bayou boys for w Y
does he care wet or they get drunk
and fight, or whether they keep So
Der -
'Wcil the Cap used TO he a drink.
er and Egbter himself, lie was
senteEctd ia be shot oucr, ia the
army foc fighting. He struck an Of !
iicer-got on drunken frnlic, and !
came near killing the VI j 'r of his |
regiment just as Whisky Bill wants
to kill somebody now"
"How}did the Captain escape ?'' !
/ asked.
"Well," sail the Colonel, "Mas m
with drZen fellows from the Iirtlr
Muddy, enlisted in ny regiment. |
He was a splendid soldier, always |
ready for battle-one of the hest |
fellows in the regiment, but he |
would have his sprees. One dav i,
ahoat three weeks before the battle
Of Mission Ridge, Mason brought a
canteen Of whisky into camp, aud |
always generous, went 10 givinglit |
to the boys. This was against or
ders, go ordered my Major to ar
rest tim and put him in the guard
house. Mason found ont that the |
Major was after him with a squad |
Of men, and full of deyiltry, he COM
menced dodsing around behind the |
tents to keep from being arrested.
But pretty qui> TX, In trying TO keep |
away from the men, lie ran square
against the Maj
Here, you rascal =. said the Ma
-jor, seiIing him by the coat collar,
without giving hi a Chance To ex-
plain. NOW, you valk to the
g uard house j.! III FIX you, you
scoundrel :"
But in tlie excitement of the mo-
ment Mason drew mp his fist and
Knocked the Major fat, and then he
II an1 gave himself m,