The Arkansaw traveler., 1885-08-15
WONDERS OF THE WAR.
lcollec,ed by the Philadelphia News.l

Third Qhio's one day when they found themselves enroute as prisoners of war for that famous capital. Nor were they enthusiastic when they halted for the night and prepared ts sink supperless into dreamland.
 The Fifty-fourth Virginia regiment was encamped near by, and some of the men came down to have look at the "Yanks." Had your coffee1" asked one of blue-coat, stretched disconsolately on the bank.
 Mot SUD-" answered the other.
 "Aint you had any rations to-night?"
 Only crumb or two from the bot toms of our haversacks."
 This was told to the boys of the Fifty fourth, and old Virginia hospitality showed itself at once. The men soon made their appearance with coffee kettles. corn-bread and bacon, the best they had. in few minutes the coffee was steaming, the bacon cooked, and prisoners and captors sat down together around the campfire. Hike kinsmen true and broth CTS tried" The hungry, grateful Yankees ate with relish such as no one can ap. preciate unless he has been in a like sit uation.
 No wonder there was warm spot in every heart of the Third Ohio ever after for the generous Fifty fourth. A fresh slide in the magic lantern gives another of these shifting war pictures. In the distance is Mission Ridge, which has just been stormed. That long line of prisoners passing over the pontoon bridge and up the stony mountain road is the Fitty-tourth Virginia A soldier on duty at Kelly's ferry asked indifferently of one of the prisoners, as the regiment passed:
 "What regiment is this 2"
 " The Fifty fourth Virginia" was the reply.
 In an instant the loungers sprang to their feet and rushed to camp "The Flfty-fourth Virginia is at the ferry "I they shouted, as they ran in and out among the tents of the Third Ohio. 1
 The Ohio boys were quickly in mo- ton. Boxes from home and all reserve stores were speedily ransacked. Coffee and sugar, beef and canned peaches and the best they had of everything were freely brought forth. They remembered gratefully their debt of honor and paid il nobly. It was the same old scene over, "itu thC SuhNtnS ICVCISCQ. TOT one night at least both Confederates and " Tanks enjoyed again the sweet grace of hospitality that could bring a smile even to the grim visage of war.
 "Pll never forget the first time that saw General Grant," said William Ram son recently to a number of men in the Foot Guards equipment room 'l was first sergeant in company C of the Seventh Connecticut Volunteers. commanded by General Hawley. At that time we were lying before Richmond Day after day we had nothing to do but lie about the camp. On this never-forgotten day that l refer to was sergeant of the guard, a detail of eight men being under my charge. Some of the boys had swapped papers with the rebs, whose picket line was not far from ours, and had gwen me the Richmond Gazette. leaned my musket against the trunk of a tree, and sitting on the ground, braced my back against the tree and read. It was not long before became deeply interested m story, and forgot about piCkets duty, and even such thing as the war. Sud. denly heard the tramp of a squadron of cavalry, and looking up, saw a number of hotsemen approaching. saw thatmy men were engaged with some ot the | Johunies in a game of poker. The | officers did not stop, but quietly rode past, not without looking at me in h pc culiar manner. Soon after a single horse- man rooe up. He had on a slouched | hat, an old blouse, and his brooches were stuck in pair of old boots.
 Riding up to me he said: Sergeant, what are you doing here2'
 100 picket duty replied.
 Where are your men?'
 'Oh, over there playing poker said, nodding my head in their direction.
 ''l thought that he was a correspon- dent for some paper and answered him saucily. Asking my name, regiment and company he rode away flung a part ing shot at him as he did so, asking If he was not inquisitive. When we were re iieved l was called to the captains quar- ters, where I was informed that Gene, al Grant had preferred ch arges against me It was he to whom had been ,mpudeut When the captain told me that was un. der arrest, liable to be shot, l felt like sinking into the ground A oosrt mar tial was held and was sentenced to be shot at sunrise. In the few hours that was in the guard house scene d to live over my life again. Through the forts of General Hawley the sentence was not carried into effect. was disrated, how ever, and for three days carried knap- sack filled with sand about the camp When General Grant visited this city called upon him. He recognized me, and as left he sand, Always do your duty"
 General Rosecrans tells the following story: The battered old fort (Sumter) was in possession of the Con 'ederates, | and one night a Union soldier of the force that was hol ling Morris Island said | he believed he would pull over to Sumter and get brick for relic. He had been hitting the commissary bottle pretty Ire quently, and was in condition to do any thing. Taking an old water-logged skiff he pulled out and was lost in the dark ness. If was A lonp wav and he was he.