The National tribune., 1890-09-11

thought il was thunder, and saw everybody
running, and ! screamed
"' Boh them nasty Yanks are shooting can.
mons at US
LETS 20 home was all Bob said, and he
was as white rs he could get through the sun
burn.
but want to go and see who they have
shot; maybe
just then there came another dreadful
roar, aud another shot camo over. Then some
soldiers came running past and said:
Why don't you young uns skedaddlc for
homer There's agoin' TO be - hero directly
60 Come Moll, let's go home whined Bob.
and lie made me SO mad ] wanted TO whip him.
"The Yankees only fired one more shot, and
our men wouldn't let me 20 back 10 the toll
house any more, so ] concluded TO relieve Bobs
misery by going home; but / jswed him ali
the way for being afraid.
% few nights after this there was a great
alarm in our camps. News came up from the
picket that the Yankees were crossing the
river The men all got under arms and ready
10 make a fight. They waited until nearly
morning, when it was learned that the Yankees
had gone back. Everybody seemed to think il
was very queer, but they were very well salts
fed guess.
Father and William, my eldest brother,
came home for few hours about this time. He
gave me an awful scolding about my carryings-
on and threatened that if l didn't quit run
ming about and getting into danger he would
take me down 20 the Potomac and give me 10
the first Yank that would come over and take
me. ! was so affected by this threat that l
watched the first chance and slipped over 10
my friend, the battery officer, TO ask him what
he thought the Yankees would do with little
girl 10 years old who was given them.
90 DO with her? Why, they'd give her back
quicker'n thunder They've got all they can
do 10 take care Of themselves
remember distinctly OF feeling greatly
relieved by the communication Of this oracle
and reached home in time 10 catch the last
chastisement my father ever gave me. IL uged
up switch about as heavy as a rye straw, and
Was about as effective as a last years mustard
plaster Two years after he laid down his life
vt Gettysburg
Things moved along very quietly until the
day Of the battle OF Falling Waters, when Capt
Hammond came over and had private talk
with mother, after which he rode off 10 Col
Porterfeld's house. ] asked mother what was
the matter, but she only told me 10 20 about
my business, 50 / went straight TO my battery
man, for whom my affection was now Of the
most platonic character and asked him what
was going Oh, for P0rterieid's people were NOV
ing ana ] could see that our folks were getting
ready 70 do the same.
"The batteryman was leaning on one Of the
gun-w wheelz. and looked at me as though he had
a great mind 70 poll my ears. He contcRtcd
himself however, By saying:
Ihars gwine 10 be dHrn ugly 0ght right
here alore supTer.tiuc, an J see that your folks
IS seus.biy a-hiEen out. Now, my little lady.
what you want 20 DO is 70 pick up them ar toes
Of yours aud put en- down sgin jist ~ spry as
you kin till you're five miles out Of heGrin' OF
this place
90 What viii do that for1 ! asked.
40, Lord = was all he said but he just took
ne by the shoulder and marched me over 20
where they were loading our wagon with things
for flight. aud threw NE in.
There ma'am,' he said 10 my mother,
you'd better pile somethin' on her 10 hold her
down till you git her out'n hycre,' and he
walked off TO his gun again.
Mo AeT didn't sc0ld or whip She only
begged ne 10 stay at the house until we could
all get away.
Bob was busy, but be took time 10 scowl at
me and remark, You're & nice gal, arn't ye
So ] stuck pin IN him and went out 10 tho
barn. ! was only there q few minutes when
heard Bob yelling:
Come Oh, M0ll. Yanks il a-comin', an
we've got 10 light out Where the devil arc
your
If he had looked he might have seen me
running as hard as ] could 70 the woods behind
the barn. Mother called me, too, and lot Of
the soldiers hallooed and helped TO hunt for
me; but was now IN the woods, out Of sight.
Years passed before i was able 10 realize what