Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1889-07-26

take great delight in these lunches as they give
little variety to the bill of fare, which is ex-
actly what is served as rations in the regular
army. But, independent of the good things to
eat that the folks at home bring to the camp,
the boys are glad to see the familiar faces.
Some Of the nattiest members of the guard on
such occasions permit the young lady visitors to
take great many liberties. 1t is even said
tnat young lady has been allowed to wear one
OF those rakish caps worn by the Fencibles and
It must be said that the girls look very well
under such circumstances. They also pick the
PANIC or thrum the guitars which are found in
number OF tents, and their voices mingle with
the manly military tones that may be heard in
the camp. There are other little pleasures
which the young ladies can enjoy on Q visit to
the camp, and whatever gallantry can suggest
ID done for the comfort and pleasure of the fair
visitors. The national guard of the District is
not forgotten in the city although it is en-
camped at Fort Washington.
BY THE LIGHT OF BoNFIREs.
The visitors have to leave so early in the
evening that they miss some Of the fun. Last
night the camp was brilliant with bonfres.
Great piles Of glowing wood blazed up before
the tents OF the regiments, and in the strong
light the men engaged in various games, such
as running and jumping, with an occasional
boxing match to give variety to the program OF
the evenings amusements.
Col. Clay's men did not use cordwood for
their great bonfire, which was the most gigantic
OF all. The gallant colonel simply pointed to
an old fence and said: There's one of Johnny
reb's fences; let's have little fire."
THE PHANTOM BRIGADE.
They also organized phantom brigade, or,
more properly speaking, a band Of noble red
men. The Transformation was quickly made
with the aid of their rubber blankets, which
they turned with the white side out Then
folding the blankets about them in Indian
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Cooper-novel tread and were followed closely
by an interested and appreciative crowd The
guard walking his beat in front of Gen. Ord
ways headquarters saw their mysterious adj
vance, but he was not alarmed. They came on
and squatted in Indian fashion about the flag
pole and then began to sing their war song, as
follows:
~ want to be soldier
And with the soldiers stand,
gun upon my shoulder
And tin cup in my hand"
After rendering this verse in forcible style
several times the crowd in the rear of the
braves, to save their lives began to call for Gen.
Ordway. Presently he advanced from his tent,
surrounded by members of his staff. The
crowd cheered and the Indian braves crouched
on the ground. Their chief, White Horse
Charley, who is known on the military roster
as jesse +. Grant, was in the front row, sup
ported by .'Hole-in-the-Wa .sNot-afraid-of-
'his-Bottle I" Dog-in-his-Stomach, ""Rain-in- the
Face" and other leading braves. As Gen.
Ordway drew near and as the cheering sub
sided the chief said in cultural tones:
sThe great chief approaches Hear him."
Gen. Ordway then made a brief speech. COM
plimenting the men upon the success they had
made OF the camp and commencing them for
the patience and good nature with which they
had endured the trials and fluctuations of camp
life. He thought that the camp would result
In benefit to all the members of the guard The
aYol in hio hao~ Al
his audience, even including the phantoms,
cheered him again and again.
As he turned to 60 to his ten. the big Indian
chief said. The great chief has spoken well.
Heed him." series OF grunts expressive Of
Indian approval marked the close of the speech
and then the phantoms, wrapping their blankets
about them, skulked off on another trail
THE REPORTERS CRIME.
The camp representative of The STAR was
their next victim. He was captured by the
bowling mob of savages and securely held by
the great warrior Cowhee-which in English is
IN acknowledgements le-horse" - aided and
abetted by others of minor note.
The reporter was accused Of sending to The
STAR all the news of the camp, and was soon
sentenced to be burned to death at the stake.
The prisoner pleaded guilty to trying to
print all the news, and suggested that a few
scouts be sent out to find the reporters for
other papers, SO that there might be holo-
caust instead of a single murder
The suggestion was treated with derision by
the braves, who insisted that none of the others
had either printed or attempted to print the
news in camp; therefore they could not be
dealt with.
They were beneath honorable decease. The
prisoner finally saved his life by joining the
tribe and contributing new species of war
whoop to the already large collection.
COL. MOORE VISITED.
They hauled up in front Of Col. Moore's
quarters, and when that officer looked upon the
white-shrouded group with their waving arms
like wings and listened to the grunts and war
cries he told them that he doubted whether he
ought to address such q suspicious looking
crowd. From their appearance he said that he
was uncertain whether they were braves or
squaws, which remark elected q great demon
stration from the phantoms.
The colonel then proceeded to express his
regret that he could not show them the hospi-
tally which gurgles from bottle and sounds
pleasantly to the ear when the ice clinks in the
glass. But, he said, amid the soul-stirring
groans of his hearers, that it was contrary to
law. He had plenty of material, he added and
tears Of sympathy were seen to moisten his
eye, but he could offer them nothing
Lamentations filled the air and the phantoms
hurried away to the quarters Of Col. Clay and
Major Harrison, to whom they paid the honors
Of war, and then they returned to their tents to
eat dog.