The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-11-29

aud | saw Joseph dash through our tine8 at q speed that ama1ed me. In the lam guage of Macbeth, "Who would have thought the old horse to have had 70 much run in himP
 Joseph soon got control of his steed, and, finding him wounded, led the pooi beast, nov weak enough, to Surgeon Mo Millan's improvised hospital, where ke found that medicated gentleman busy operating op the wounded. The surgeon hsaened for a second, thinking Joseph vas calling his attention to wounded of- 6cer. His amaxement on finding the wounded creature a horse found expses- sion in words far more profane than po- lite. He called our Joseph fool already condemned to eternal perdition, and told him to take his crow-bait and go to a To- cality that Mr. Robert lngersoll ventures to doubt the existence of
 Joseph led his horse away. It was ] p m. He remembered the fact that neither he nor his steed had eaten aught since early daylight, and going to the rear he travelled among the supply wagons until he succeeded in purchasing peck of oats, and some bread, bacon and cheese tor himself
 He was about removing the bridle when a most extraordinary affair rushed into the road and history at the same time. A company of mounted confeder- ates, since known as the black-hoxse cavalry, swept round our extreme left, and dashing in our rear, struck the Gen. treville pike where, in a long curve, 1t dipped between Bull Run and Cub Run. At the same instant 1t struck the supply wagons, waiting orders, hacks holding congressional pic-nickers, buggies filled with correspondents, and our Joseph Glenn.
 The wild confusion that followed de6es description. Teamsters were sho, from their saddles while attempting to turn their wagons and fly; hacks were upset, and merry Solons rolled into ditches by the road side, or, getting on their knees, roared for mercy, while the buggies were knocked into sticks, and the cor respondents retreated over the country on all fours.
 To add to the confusion, Captain Ayers, thinking our army attacked in force in the rear, turned two pieces on the eminence, nearest Bull Run, and poured a hot fire of grape and canister into the confused mass.
 Among the correspondents who fed on this trying occasion was the gentle man, after tha, so widely renowned as Bull Run Russell. He got into Wash ington that night, and before the next day had mailed his lying letter about the defeat and shameful rout of volunteers at the light.
 Joseph deferred his proposed refresh ments, and mounting his horse, rode, we'll as he could, in the confusion, toward Centreville. In this he was interrupted by young gentleman in a theatrical rig of broad sombrero and dropping feather, who ordered Joseph to surrender, and to convince our correspondent that he meant business, he snapped at him a i huge navy revolver that had already been emptied of its deadly contents, Joseph declining the proposition, spurred his horse towards the fence upon the tight of the road, intending to leap the same and escape. The poor steed, however, was not breachy, as the farmers say, and reaching the fence came 10 an abrupt stop. Joseph did not stop. He con- tinued his flight over his horses head and fence into the brush beyond, and through this he continued his retreat upon hands and knees, until he encoun- tered the body of dead wagoner, who had crawled there to breathe his last, from an ugly wound in his side.
 Joseph tenderly lifted the dead body into sitting position against a tree, and then searched his person for some evidence of identity, that he might com municate with the poor fellows family or friends. Finding nothing but an old tobacco-box and jack-knife he gave up his kind attempt and wended his way back to our lines.
 That night our correspondent trudged wearily into Centreville, one of many thousands, in a confused mass of an army that never was more than an armed mob, and then throng without semb- lance of drill or discipline.
 met Joseph upon the street and urged him to join our headquarters and accom- pany us backto Washington.
 "That is all rot" he cried. Fall back on Washington You don't know any thing about it. The army will rally on Centreville and continue the fight to- morrow, Jomini says"
 | l had no time for a study of Jomini, | n~A ehS stCWs VI JOo<puJ anu sO IOoc away. The war correspondent sought refuge in the Centreville tavern, and after light supper, retired with a candle, and amid the roar of troops marching past not as soldiers, but as a noble wrote up his account of the fight It was past midnight when he ended, and extinguish- ing his dim light he turned in, and tired to death, slept the sleeR of peace and in- nocence.
 He vas awakened next morning by the falling rain that came down in that steady roar, which ever followed battle, and Joseph calmly dressed and descend ing to the dining-room ordered and ate his breakfast.
 "My good man." he said, after worry ing down the last drops of muddy coffee, have you any idea where can find General Schenck's headquarters 1 The man stared at him in blank amsze- ment.