St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1886-06-03
him turned over to General Hood and

replacing his hat, Drnsneu away MS
curly locks carelessly from his right
temple, revealing two little scars, and
gazed at the good lady who was smil-
ing upon him.
any goodness exclaimed the ex-
cited woman. "Why, you are the spy,
the very man himself"
With sardOnic grin Rev. Mr.. Du-
buque bowed and putting on his beav-
er, turned and walked rapidly away,
gently drawing me with him.
"See here, how about this ?" | in
quired.
''Your curiosity is NATURAL" said the
preacher. "The fact is-but hold on a
moment. Here is a delegate who is
looking me up to write a report for his
committee. You must excuse me for
the present"
And off he went with his brother
minister. | returned to my office, and
that night when | tried to look Du-
buque up for an explanation L found
that he had been suddenly called home
by a telegram announcing illness in
his family. | have never heard from
him since, but he impressed me as a
nice man.
HE WON PROMOIlON.
A distinguished officer in an Illinois
regiment tells this story:
/ was the senior captain in our regi-
ment, and was acting as major in
certain battle when the brigade was
ordered to carry by storm position
in which the rebels were strongly for
titled. The regiment went forward,
but when it came under fire the centre
wavered, while the wings made dash
to reach a stone wall in front.
The minute when it seemed that the
f1anking companies would reach the
stone wall the centre was we'll to the
rear, and the regimental line was bent
like a rainbow. | was in the rear of
the centre urging the men to push for
ward, when my horse, which was new
in the business, took the bit in his
teeth and dashed at gallOp ahead of
the men and up to the stene wall. L
tried to control him and hold him
back, but | could not. | was as help
less as baby, and l was carried far in
advance of our line on to the very bay
onets of the rebel line.
When the horse reached the wall
made the best of an awkward situa
IlOI, III my AIUPct "ofNo
sword, and called upon my men to
gone willingly into danger, they dash
ed forward to my rescue, and after a
furious fight we drove the rebels from
their position, went over the wall, and
were soon in full possession of the
grounds that we had been in dread to
occupy. l was credited of course with
.
deal of talk about the gallant manner
in which [ rode up to the very bayo-
nets of the rebels.
In the end was promoted to colonel
at one jump, and ever after that l en-
deavOred to maintain the standard of
bravery fixed by that stubborn old
horse. | was no more responsible for
that daring ride than if had been car
ried there by hurricane. My credi-
table part in the performance was i'll
the fact that | was not too badly scar
ed to take advantage of the position in
which the horses stubbornness had
placed me. AS l could not get back |
urged the men to come to me.
AN INCIDENT AT GETTYSBURG.
The following story is told by Gen
eral James B. Gordon of Georgia:
1t was the first day of Gettysburg.
The battle was in progress when |
came into it with my division, and
struck the federal line at an angle,
which caused it to break, doubling on
itself, so that it was driven back in
some disorder. AS it was retreating,
and our line advancing, in crossing a
field l saw an officer lying on the
ground, and dismounted to see if
could render him any assistance. Rails
ing him up the blood spurted from
him, and l thought that he must be
mOrtally wounded. To my inquiry for
his name he answered that he was
General Barlow of New York. l ask
ed him if could be of any service to
him. He said, "nO," and told me to
go and do my duty. But on my press
ing the offer of assistance, he asked me
to send word to his wife, who was in
the rear of General Mead's army.
l answered that L would not only
send to her, but send for her. called
for bearers, who were coming on the
field to pick up the wounded, to bring
carried him back to '|the branch" the
name given at the south to stream,
on which camp hospital had been
improvised and l sent an aide with a
flag of truce to the lines to forward
the message to the wife of the wound
Ell and as l supposed dying officer.
The message reached its destination,
although Mrs. Barlow was IL miles
back from the front, and at O'clock
in the morning word was brought to
me that she was at the lines. l sent
word to have her immediately pass
through, but babe the messenger tell
that her husband was desperately
wounded" l had no idea that she
would find him alive.
The next morning the battle was re-
sumed, and all that had passed was
forgotten in the great struggle. 1t was
nearly two years more to the close of
the war. l remained in the army to
the last, and was with General Lee
when he surrendered at AppOmattOx.
When all was over l returned home to
help restore the fortunes of my State,
if anything were left to her in the gen
eral ruin. Years passed on, and | was
chosen United States senator from
Georgia. When in Washington l was
invited one evening to dine at Mr..
Clarkson N. POtter's. l did not arrive
until the guests were seated. Among
the others to whom l was introduced,
heard the name of Barlow, but took
no notice of it till an interval arrived
in the conversation, when L turned to
the gentleman so designated and said,
"Pray, sir, may l ask you if You are a
relative of the General Barlow who
was killed at Gettysburg ?" Imagine
my establishment at the answer: 81
am the man." "And you, sir" he
asked in reply, care you the General
Gordon who picked me up on the
field 2" 1 could not deny it. At this
he sprang to his feet, and l thought