Milford chronicle. [volume] (Milford, Del.) 1878-1974, 1885-10-30

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clinched and fought up and down the
street
I was getting the best of him, when
we fell upon and wrecked tent and
began to draw a crowd. In five min
utes there were fifty men around us,
and pretty soon an officer comes up,
and separates us and asks:
"What is this row about?"
81 caught that chap stealing" sings
out my opponent
"He lies !"
"Who are you?" asks the officer.
private George Smith, of the Sixth
Maine"
"Where's your regimentY
Don't know, sir. l was captured
by the rebs. got away and am looking
for my regiment"
"When did you come in?"
Last night"
GLOW did you pass all the OutpOsts
and sentlnels
He had me there. I had as good as
betrayed myself by that one answer.
an see to your case p he grOwled,
and he called the guard and had me
marched off. The guard-house was a
log stable, and as soon as he reached
it l was stripped and searched. The
next move was to hunt up the Sixth
Maine and discover that did not be-
long to that regiment. l was then
taken to corps headquarters and ques-
toned.
changed my line of defense, claim
ing to be a deserter from the One
Hundred and Twenty fourth New
York, who was voluntarily coming back
to his regiment, but the next day the
Colonel of that regiment came to look
at me, and pronounced me liar and
an impostor.
Next day, when a court martial
was convened, 1 had no defense to
offer. They tried me as spy, and
while nothing could be proved, 1 was
condemned and sentenced to be shot.
l was given to understand that, but l
reckoned that some of the officers
were not quite satisfied. Instead Of
carrying out the sentence right away,
the findings were sent to a higher
court for approval.
What I am telling you in a minute
consumed about two weeks I was
pretty comfortably fixed in the barn,
but so zealously guarded that there was
no possible show for escape. The pa
pers had been sent off, and was daily
expecting to hear their approval,
when, one night just before dusk, the
chaplain of Pennsylvania regiment
me in to console me. He was about
my size and age with the same colored
hair, and the mint saw him grasped
at a plan. When we had talked little
4 dohOu 1AAAs
How did you get in?"
"Why, l showed my pass to the
guard, he answered
That was all 1 desired to know. lie
talked for about an hour, and l made
him promise to come and see me the
next evening at the same hour. He adj
vised me to give up all hope and make
my peace with God, and gave him to
understand that l might be more con-
trite on his next visit.
tell you, that next day seemed a
week long. had plan, and it prom
ised success. When the day did begin
to fade away 1 was so nervous and ex-
cited that could not keep still The
chaplain came in just at dark, and, as
he grssped my hand, he said:
"The papers have come back, and
you must prepare to die r
"Pray for me |" says l.
He knelt right down, and he had
skeercely uttered a word when had
him by the throat 1t was so sudden,
and had SIGH a grip on him, that he
skeercely kicked. l didn't want TO
kill him, but l choked him until he
was like rag. Then off with his
coat, vest and pants, and was into 'em
before he showed signs of coming to.
1t was too soon to go out, and 1 choked
him some more.
Poor man | felt sorry to do him
SIGH injury, but my life was at stake.
In about twenty minutes felt it was
safe to go out / dragged him into
corner, sat him up on end, and then
knocked on the door. 1t was opened
at once, and as l squeezed out the
guard shut it without even glaneing
in.
"How is he, chaplain?" asks the
guard as he locks the door.
"Resigned, poor man." answers,
and off ! goes.
AS 1 afterwards learned, had a
good hours start. 1 didn't head for
the river, as might be expected. but
for the north, and it was over a month |
before saw Lees lines again. A
Washington paper had long story |
about my escape, and it said would
have bin shot next day, and that the
chaplain would be laid up for a month.
Detroit Free Press.
Her Sort Of a Doctor.
George, who is your family physi-
clan ?"