Abilene weekly reflector. [volume] (Abilene, Kan.) 1888-1935, 1890-01-23

morning till nine o'clock p. m; but /
didn't love worth cent. What l hank
cred after was more rope, so one dark
night in February, 1864, while cold,
drilling rain was falling, l jumped the
school, and landed in Toledo. o., next
morning, full of patriotism.
Lieutenant Candelberry, Wauseon, o.,
was the name of the polite gentleman
who assisted me greatly in being initia-
ted into his tThirty-eighth1 regiment,
cOnfidentially informing me that big
gap had been shot out of the gallant
Thirty-eighth, and that would do well
enough to fill up with. They slapped
me. into uniform in jiffy and then
passed me on to Camp Chase, Columbus,
in bOx-car. Camp Chase was full OF
the greenest recrHits you ever saw; the
Colonels, Majors, Captains and ser
geants, not to mention corporals, were
as numerous as stars in clear winter
sky, bewildering me to such a degree
that I could not have distinguished the
difference between a cyclone and
freight train. The grub was plentiful,
but so dirty that l couldn't go it; conse-
quently | boarded around among the
suffers until orders came for me to go tc
glory-and the front-bound for Louis
vile, KY.
In passing through this tobacco-smelf
ing gcity our crowd numbered perhaps two
hundred, assigned to many different reg.
iments. Feeling very hungry l dropped
out of the ranks of the awkward
squad" in order to procure refreshments.
There was a very pretty maid behind
the counter of the bakeshop l entered.
who actually smiled on me; or perhaps
it was the S5-William that caught hel
beautiful dark eyes-of this l am not
certain. On parting she gave me heI
blessing, and two ungodly big loaves OF
bread for forty cent.
Getting out on the street, found that
all my comrades had disappeared and
began walking very lively in order to
catch up. I was met by a curious-look'
ing squad, headed by an officer of some
sort. After stopping me, this gay and
festive cuss tapped me on the left sheul-
der, and in Stentorian tones demanded
my pass. 1t was impossible to be long
in his company without perceiving the
ardor of his devotion to his country, and
for me he seemed to have nothing but
utter contempt.
81 have no pass, SIR" 1 answered.
"Uncle Sam has passed me all along
from Toledo without such document.
am on my way to the front, wherever
that may be-"
''Take this soft shell to the lookup,
men," commanded the officer, ''for he
has been on a lark; or he may be
bounty-jumper.
Well, here was pretty go; the situa-
tion looked gloomy. Half an hour after
wards l was reposing on long wooden
bench in dark and dismal. iron-barred
room, my two loaves doing duty as a
pillow. was in deep study; Napoleon
Bonaparte, Frederick the Great, and
Solomon, the wise man, all passed in re-
view before me, and fully agreed with
Solomon that ''all is vanity"
But bark! What's that? l hear loud
talking in the ante-roOm; the door to
my apartment is thrown open, and
NACdO SoCodL mug GHCIO
the officer in command of our gallant
band, using such horrible language that
| am shocked.
Come out, you young devilr' he
cried, ''and give me none of your twat-
tler'
Well, you bet hustled, thanking my
lucky star for the appearance of this
angel of mercy in the shape of furious
Lieutenant. We reached the train in
good time, but as all reserved seats had
been previously occupied by my more
fortunate brother heroes, was assisted
sans cerenlOT5e up on the hurricane deck
of Louisville and Nashville box-car,
bound for the capital of Tennessee, the
home of ''Old Hickory. Fred Bogge,
Co. E, 3Sth Ohio Inft., Columbus, KY,
in Toledo Blade.