The Arkansaw traveler., 1884-11-29
A WAR CONFECTIONERY.
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 MAc-o-cHEEK, Ohio, Nov. I7.-Joseph Glenn, proprietor, in 1861, of the Cincin- natl Gazsfte, was dear, good fellow, of such quaint, queer characteristics that he stands out strangely conspicuous in my mental gallery of remarkable men. Of medium height and slender build, he was so delicate physically, that he struck one as an invalid. But Joe was wiry, tough, and seldom complained, even of his stomach.
 He joined our headquarters at Camp Upton the day previous to that famous march, under Mcdowell, that terminated in the disastrous battle of the first Bull Run.
 Toe had his outfit in the shape of a sorrel horse, that resembled his rider in color and flesh. The saddle was the re- suit of Joe's own cogitations as to what would be necessary to a war correspond ent in a campaign. It had hook for a tin cofiee pot on one side, and another on the of side for stew pan. There were little pockets and hidden recesses for all sorts of things, and conspicuous over all was, first, an old-fashioned pair of saddle bags, once honored- by Henry Clay when that oratorical son of the dark and bloody ground was wont to cross the mountains on horseback when vending his way to and from Washington. On these, again, was the bag of country doctor, containing lint, lancet, little choice brandy, and huge roll of sta- ionery.
 Joseph's person indicated parson, to the soldiers, and there was a general inn pression that all his baggage contained bibles, tracts and other stimulants to religious condition of mind. He was generally greeted, as he ambled along with "Go it, deacon" "Shoot the devil, parson," and other ribald cries from the impossible volunteers.
 Joseph had undertaken the trying task of chronicling the fights from the front for his valuable journal, and we, Knowing him to be gentleman and good fel low, made him welcome.
 This luminary of the daily press shared in common with the public mind the superstition that war could be taught at schools, and to prepare himself for his duties as war correspondent he had studied with much care Halleck and Johini, and was prepared to hold high converse on this science, as he con- sidered it, with any graduate of West Point.
 Joseph tackled our General Schenck on this subject, and fetching Jomini from his capacious saddle bags, the two, be- tween drinks, in which there was much profanity and more liquor, with the smallest possible amount of the said, supposed, science.
 The memorable march found our war correspondent, ever at the front, ambling along on his animated hat rack, unmind- ful of the sneers of officers and the jeers of fprivates. He wrote up at night the events of the day. Contrary to the gen. eral belief, then indulged in, that we were driving the enemy into Richmond. Joe held, and he had Jomini to prove it, that at the first stream traversing our line of advance, the confederates would make a stand and give us battle.
 This prophecy proved history. At Blackburn's Ford, of Bull Run, the gal lant old General Tyler's skirmish line was driven back, bp light fire, and or dering up Ayers battery, he developed a we'll posted force of all arms.
 Our plucky war correspondent, deter mined not to be scooped," as they say, by his rival, the Cincinnati Commeyeial, but spurs to his steed as soon as the roar of artillery reached his ears and hurried to the fight. He left us, for we were not in the lead, with a combination of move ments, aptly described by the German, who said his horse galloped init his fore legs, racked init his belly, and cantered init hls hind legs, like der duyvel."
 Arriving upon the scene of action, he espied to his right an elevated knoll, upon which stood a negro hovel, and thinking this good point of ob- servation, he rode up, dismounted, and fastening his horse to one end of the de- serted cabin, brought out an old chair and seated, pencil in hand, began his ob- servations. He could see the line of confederate batteries by the smoke of their guns, while on our side Ayers gal lant command was pounding back, as rapidly as their huge guns could be loaded and fired. In the fields, along the road below, General Tyler was vainly urging his troops forward under the hot fire of the confederates, hid in the woods beyond the run.
 Joseph was congratulating himself upon his admirable 2eint of observation, when suddenly, may say, without any exaggeration, quite unexpectedly, round shot, making most unhealthy noise as it came, tore through the logs of the old cabin. making a general wreck of that humble abode. Joe was of the opinion ever after that he was knocked about a rod in a nor'westeriy direction, and that he remained dispossessed of any art of war, or other knowledge for at least ten minutes.
 When he came to himself he saw the late cabin heap of ruins. He did not remain to sketch them, although they must have been extremely picturesque, and would have made a striking illustra- ton for his journal. Staggering to his journalistic legs, he saw his horse making frantic and vain attempts to jump the fence near the road below.
 Hurrying to the animal as well as his -Joseph's-groggy condition would al-