Waterbury evening Democrat., 1889-04-18

thought him in league with the Evil One, and, ohl Luke, fear he hates you; if you should ever meet him, beware of him. Brother wrote mo of your saving his life oh can not thank you too much. Should you meet him again, dear Luke, be it on the | battle field or wherever it may, remember that though he is your enemy, he is my brother, and, if possible, spare him."
 "Yes, yes; have spared him, and l will spare him." sighed the young soldier, bow ing his head in his hand. "Bnt is not this, after all, battle between brothersa Oh, cruel indeed is war at best, but this fratri- cidal strife is snapplng the heart-strings of tie best III the land"
 He promptly answered her letter in as cheerful a strain as he could, hoping that their difficulties would soon be removed and peace spread her white wings over the land. From beginning to end his letter was replete with expressions of tenderest love.
 The month of December, 1861, was spent in drilling and disciplining the troops for the long, hard marches, sicges and heavy battles that were before them. Occasion | ally small scouting parties were sent out into the country for the purpose of recon | nolterlng. Camp life had grown irksome to Luke, and he gained permission te go with small body of cavalry on one of their ex- petitions into q neighborhood in Kentucky reported to be filled with rebel guerrillas. As Luke was leaving he met the captain of the steamer on which he had gone to Bel. mont, who informed him that ''that nigger fireman, Blackhawk, had deserted them"
 'He is strange being," said Luke, thoughtfully.
 '.Tll have him tied up and whipped if can find him." the officer retorted.
 Luke mounted his horse and rode away to the boat, which. conveyed him and his 1 party across the river. It had been raining that morning, and the woods and earth were still damp from the flood. They did not reach the Kentucky shore until late in the afternoon, and the heavy mist which enwrapt hlll, valley, grove and town hid them from any prying eyes which might be on the watch for them. They, travelled slowly along the wooded road long after nightfall had set in. Their guide was a trusty fellow who knew every foot of ground They were liable to be fired upon i by bushwhacl1ers at any time, consequently 1 the officers carried pistols and the soldiers carbiues ready cooked in hand to defend i their lives against an attack.
 Luke and the Captain were riding side by side just behind their guide, when that parsonage drew rein and said:
 ''There's sum vun ahead O us."
 The officers could make out q dark figure approaching them, and instantly both lev eled their pistols at it.
 ''Holo on dar, nasal don't ye go fur t shootin' dis ere niggah!" said husky volce. "Tse come heah ter show ye to de ! house whar am some rebs n bush whackers.'
 1 There was a halt and a few moments con. versation, and then they inquired about the l numbers of the enemy in the house, and informed that there were but six.
 Lead tho way,' said tho Captain of the cavalry, and they rode slowly foavard until their dusky guide halted upon hill and pointed down into dark glade where there was a light gleaming. It came from the window of one of those log cabins occupied by squatters so common in certain parts of Kentucky at the time of which we write.
 What is going on down there7" Luke asked, as the sounds of squealzy fiddle came to his ears.
 ''Dancin'," said the negro.
 They crept Q little nearer, and discovered number of horses hitched to the trees about the house. So secure were the rev elers that not even a guard had been left without to give a note of alarm in case an enemy should approach.
 Leaving the dragons but short distance away, Luke and the Captain crept down to the log house and through the chinlzs got a glimpse within. Here scene greeted their eyes.
 A uOZSu SOu1cOeTdIc SOkOloTS Ouu O1UCcTS were in the room, their faces flushed with Kentucky whisky. A one-eyed negro was saving away on squeaky old fiddle, while each Confederate was going it at gallop with red-cheeked country girl.
 "Yo! hi! whoop lem up; swing yer pard. ner, allaman left Whoop lem up!' shout ed large, red-headed fellow in his shirt sleeves, who, from his total lack of uniform, was evidently citizen, and without doubt the proprietor of the house.
 By gosh, Sal, don't kick so high UT yell knock fellers nose off'n his face. Look out, ole woman, UT yell punch my eyc out with yer derped old snuff stick. All prom enade, balance t yer pardner, right hand t yer pardner an' grand right m left. Look out, Bill, can't yer keep on yer legsa"
 "Te-'t tee tee a tee did-diddle-a-dee, '' sung out the old squeaky fiddle, until the red-headed host shouted:
 "Ladies t ther seats an gents t the jug.''
 Then there was shout of laughter and scampering away to the high two gallon stone jug which stood in one corner.
 ''Maw, git the gourd an issue ther ra- shions ter the boys," said the rcd-headed host. A thick-set woman brought 8 gourd and was pouring out some liquor into il when voice without shouted Surrender p'
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