Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1891-04-25
WAR "REMINISCENCES.
eLlNTlNes IN THE WAR CLOUD.
"Reminiscences of an Occurrence Down on
the Tussabnw in ga.

whoa, said Mac, re1gning in his
horse. why, where did you come
fromP"
"Meanyr'wast the emphatic rcjoinder.
"You old, mean, ugly thing. You
you-you-"
Don't cry" said Mac, somewhat
abashed. "Have hurt your feelings?"
"Hush!" with hysterical energy;
"Hush yo' mouf, you mean-you-"
Here a burst of sobbing interrupted,
and Mac stared helplcssly, amused, but
sympathetic.
She was tiny bit of girl, with
brown, curling hair and brown eyes;
picture, for the wocful little face was
Enthusiastically pretty.
Pm sorry" said Mac, presently,
vaguely enough. Ibid the horse scare
you?"
"No!" with sob, "he didn't. ."He
stepped on my table. N-now, and
spill my-things!'
"Oh," said Mac, "down there in the
path, eh? That's bad. But it's getting
dark, and couldn't see very well here
in the woods"
She peeped up at him, pouting, the
tears still standing in her eyes. Then
she fell to twisting her apron, but
deigned no further re cognition Of his
penitence.
You're very pretty little girl," )"
said Mac, with as much tact as truth.
vi have little girl at home
No answer.
Her names Mary" he continued.
"She's five years old. Now, what's your
name?"
She looked up again and then grew
absorbed once more in twisting her
apron.
What's your name?" Mac persisted.
Still no answer,
rs it Peggy?"
NO" defantly; sit amt"
'Is it Sarah Anne"
"'Course | amt named that"
''Well is it,
"Name Mary she informed him,
with great dignity. Peggy runned
away las week-that's when the ole
Yankees comed."
Oh said Mac; land your names
Mary? Well, well, Welt"
And Pomp hid everything" she con-
tinued, growing communicative and
looking up into his face, "'cause the
ole Yankees come. Right there"
"Whew!" whistled Mac, and laughed
loud and long He laughed until the
tears rolled down his face. The more
he thought of it the funnier it seemed.
"In that stump, eh? Wellr-he came
very near going into another spasm of
Ia,tF rl,fa L,,A I,,FN 4.
well"
"Tain't funny" she said sharply.
"Well"'-checking another outburst
and feigning an apology guess
you are right; but how did you know it
was there?'
See mamma and Pomp," she said
land Pomp put all mammals S money in
there, and papa's an all of us, in there
-Pomp did. Cause it's hollow stump
an they's big hole in there"
Mac laughed thoughtfully
Miss Mary" he said, seriously, you
ought to be at home right now"
Use lost" she ventured, tearfully.
81 know it," he laughed, land am,
too. Let's see, do you know which
way your home is from here?"
Up toWn, HOpeIulIy. An there S
some soldiers up town."
That's the trouble" said Mac, grim
ly. well, I'll carry you as far as | can
Give me your hand, Miss Mary-that's s
right"
Just then shadowy form moved
from the shelter of tree near by, and
the figure of an old negro man was
seen in the gathering darkness. He
carried gun, which he lowered from
his shoulder as he stepped into view,
still keeping his hand cautiously upon
the trigger.
THE dickens!' said Mac "Were you
trying to shoot me? Put down that
gun"
You hush," said the little one, re-
senting the peremptory tone of the Yam
kee scout. "Pomp's our man: Pomp's
amt your man.
mo, Mars Gin1," said Pomp, humbly
lowering the hammer of his long squir-
rel rifle; 81 wuz trying not to shoot you.
But wen l come long yere an yere
ole Missis' baby tell bout that money,
Use mos 'bleege' ter shoot yer, cause
ole Missis gimme de watchin' an the
gyardin' ont. An Marse Jim, 'pens's
1
| powerful on me to look arter ole Missis
an de things wen he gone away. An
yere / been er watchin' an er prayin'
ter de good Lawd, wild my han on de
trigger, an jes' er hopin', Marse Gin'l,
AT l wouldn't hater kill yer. An zen
you laff an look back you amt gwine
ter take it, hit do look lack de Lawd
answer ole Pomps prayer right den.
No, Marse Gin'l, amt been tryin' ter
shoot you; l been tryin not ter"
"And here we are" said Mac, fight
ing to set you all free"
'Ain't sayin' nothin' bout that" q
little shamefacedly, "cep'n Marse jim
pens powerfully on me ter take kyar
de place wen he gone"
Il guess you're right, Pomp," said
Mac, musingly looking out on the dark
ening woods. You would only do fo1
your master what l am doing for my
mistress-my country. But'-tighten
ing the bride reins-"talSe the little
Il l.,