Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1886-06-08
HARBoRING A YANKEE SPY.
How He Entered an Atlanta Bomb.
Proof and the Subsequent
Events.


religious body in our city, 1 made the
acquaintance of the Rev. Mr.. Dubu-
que, delegate from one of the North
western States, says writer in the
Atlanta Constitution. What attract
ed me toward the man was his
amiability and meekness. Mr.. Du-
buque came up to my ideal of a
preacher, and l found his compan-
ionship very pleasant. One after
noon my friend asked me i'll thought
any of the bomb-proofs dug by the
citizens during the seige of Atlanta
were still in existence. lie desired
to see one, as he had been requested
by his friends at home to sketch it.
al know of one we can reach in ten
minutes walk" said. rDubuque
was delighted, and we were soon on
our way 10 the place.
l had slight acquaintance with
the old lady upon whose premises
the bomb-proof was situated, and
when we reached the place and stat
ed the object of our visit, permission
was readily given TO examine the
queer looking hole in the ground,
which had served as refuge from
Sherman's shells. The bomb proof
furniture was in fine state of pre-
versation, and the old lady pointed it
out to us with a good deal of pride.
At first we saw only huge mound
of earth covered with grass, but at
one end we found an opening to a
crooked underground chamber, about
six feet deep, ten feet long and five
in width. No falling shell had sui
ficient force'to penetrate that mound,
composed OF red clay, timber and
scrap iron.
When we scrambled out of the
gloomy place the old lady remarked
that when she occupied it the walls
were lined with old carpets, and the
floor was covered with rugs. With
a few chairs and some blankets her
family had found a night in the dug
out, as she called it, very endurable.
"Those were stirring times" said
Mr.. Dubuque.
"They were, indeed" replied our
hostess. 81 can never forgive Gen.
Sherman for Smelling a city full of
woman and children"
"One of the necessities of war"
said the preacher in an undertone.
"By the way did any of your soldiers
ever seek shelter in this snug little
holeP"
"Only one" replied the lady, sand
he turned out to be Yankee spy"
Is possible her two listeners ex-
claimed.
ayes, l was never so surprised in
my life. One day the Smelling was
unusually hot. Two spent shells
struck the house. A soldier who
was passing ran into our yard and
made for the bomb-proof. lie re-
qucsted our permission foreman for
few minutes, and of course we had
no objection. He was a fine looking
young man and made himself very
agreeable. When he left he express
cd wish for something to read, and
| let him have The Abide Camp
confederate novel. He promised to
return it, but l did not expect to see
1t again."
"And did he return il ?" / asked.
ayes, and wish he hadn't. Why,
what do you think? Two weeks
later, after Sherman had occupied
the city, l was out in my front yard
one morning looking after the plants,
when who should ride up to the fence
but young officer in spick-spank
new uniform. wouldn't look at
him until he saluted me, and said:
Madam, / have called to return your
book. / enjoyed it very much 1
took the book. 1t was THE Abide
Camp Then l looked the officer
full in the face. so you were a spy p
l said. That's what they call it,
replied the young rascal, with a
laugh. lie bowed, and waved his
hand, and galloped off. Inever saw
him again, but l would know him
anywhere by the two scars on his
right temple"
"a very interesting incident" said
Mr.. Dubuque. at is to be hoped
that your spy abandoned tho tricks
of his business and settled down into
a good citizen after the war;"
81 don't believe a word of it," re-
sponded the old lady. off I had
known what he was at first 1 would
have had him turned over to Gen.
Hood and shot"
BY this time we had seen all there
was TO be seen and were ready to
take our departure. AS he turned 10
go, after thanking the mistress of
the house for her courtesy, Mr.. Dubu-
que, before replacing his hat, brush
cd away his curly locks from his
right temple, revealing two little
scars, and gazed at the good lady,
who was smiling upon him.
"My goodness !" exclaimed the ex-
cited woman. "Why. You are the