The Arkansaw traveler., 1889-04-20
OUR KALEIDOSCOPE.

OouCn tuo pio story am AOOut 10 Uoli. In the hands of a romancer, the few facts of my little narrative could be woven into a powerful war serial of many chapters, but must content myself with the briefest possible details.
 It a bright May morning in 1861 and notwithstanding that the sun was scarce yet two hours high the usually quiet streets of the little village of D. presented lively appearance.
 In the street and in front of the Presbyterian church, the only religious edi6ce in the place, crowd of perhaps nearly fifty men had gathered round a martial band, which was playing some war inspiring tune that seemed strangely in contrast with the quiet and peaceful surroundings. The noise of the fife and drums had the effect to arouse many who otherwise would still have slumbered in their beds, and soon from every direction the villagers came trooping to the Presently, too, the rattle of wagons coming down the turnpike is heard and little later they come rolling up, filled with men who are greeted with cheers, they hastily tumble out and mingle with their fellows who had already arrived The band now ceased playing, and a tall, we'll formed young man, wearing lieutenAnt's uniform came out of the church, and raising his voice as to be heard said
 "Fall in, boys, double file, and we'll march down and escort the pastor up to the church."
 
 company, headed by the band, marched of On they went until they came to an old fashioned, rambling two-story house. standing back from the street in large yard, filled with trees and shrub bery. Here they halted. Scarcely had they done so, when & white haired old man made his appear ance on the steps and greeted with three rous- ing cheers. He acknowledged the reception with a bow and wave of his hands, but uttered no word T0 nwwho Nha rn plain why he kept silent. He took the arm of the young man in the lieutenants uniform, who now gave the command, and the little company started back to the church. They did not halt in the street, but marched straight into the little church. yard, up the steps and into the house. The old pas tor led them up the aisle and took his place in the pulpit; the men seated themselves in the front row of pews, which had evidently been left for them, for the back portion of the house was already crowded so that many could not obtain even stand ing room. The noise and hustle occasioned by the entrance of many having subsided, solemn still ness now reigned, broken now and then by 6 sob from some of the women in the assembly.
 The preacher arose and said: "My dear friends and neighbors, this is sacred occasion We have met to say Godspeed to these brave boys our boys, our neighbors, our friends, these husbands, broth CTS and sons who have volunteered to go to the front in defense of home and country. Let us look to the God of battles for His blessing"
 The entire audience arose and the minister prayed Then hymn was sung, and then followed brief but stirring address for the man who for twenty five years had been the pastor of the only church in the village and who knew, personally, every man, woman and child in his audience. Under the circumstances, it would be needless to say that his address had 6 telling effect on his hearers. When the services had concluded then came the final tarewells. The wagons in which the men were to be taken to the nearest railway station seven miles distant, were drawn up in the - l--s--