Daily Yellowstone journal., 1891-11-14

ment, now grown somewhat II worse
for wear. reflected in all the pristine
freshness by the Havana community.
The Havana Home Guard soon
passed the prisoner on over three miles
of up hill and down dale and cause
waved road TO Greene Springs, the
home and school on the hill.
There at the front yard gate he stood,
a small guard about him, waiting to
see what disposal the doctor would
make Of the prisoner.
The enemy at our door.
Oh. what excitement in all the fe-
male elements of that home!
Shall he be brought in3 Under u
very roof treel
No!
Wal has nearly spent itself; shall he
be turned freef
Never,
Shall he be warmed and fed
What, strengthen the enemy. When
even now brothers, cousins. uncles,
brothers-in-law, husbands. sons oi the
household are fronting the guns of this
same enemy in bluei
Amid all this stir of feminine inferno
| CATION and invective the father entered.
summoned in haste from his classes.
! Amid general hubbub he was told Of
the captive and captors at the gate.
Before all else, the father thinks Of
| the mans bodily needs. Let us, said
he, bring him in and give him some
thing TO eat; for If he has been brought
from Carthage here on foot he must be
both tired and hungry"
Whereupon the storm of dissent and
Of patriotic utterance began to swell
afresh.
Wei well, we'll" said the father,
I'VE must heap Goals Of fire on our en-
emy's head. you know
Heap Goals Of fire on his head
thought the youngest and most bellig-
Grant boy Of the family.
Awestruck this most warlike little
fellow of five followed his father down
the broad flight OF front steps, among
the yard beds aud down the wide walk
TO where the prisoner waited at the lit
tie gate. just before the gate was
reached the boy could no longer curb
his curiosity. his desire 10 know all the
dreadful. but exciting truth, 80 Dc
reached mp and pulled his fathers coat
TO attract his attention: Father. In
ther he whispered. 'arn you going To
put the Goals on now. Are you going
To put the fire ON his head right now
Great. doubles. must nave been the
relief experienced by the boy when he
found that the translation Of this Bib
licai phrase into Fact permitted the
bringing ina Of tine prisoner to "a warm
and comfortable room. and that there
he was allowed % sit before "a bright
fire. 10 reach the solcs of his feet 70 the
blazes thereof. instead Of having the
Goals Of the same applied 20 his head.
cannot but fancy that the poor
German felt somewhat pleased with
his glimpse of HON, life in Dixie. Ger
tainly il was a pretty little dining room
into which he was carried. with it,
bright flood Of sunlight, lis CLINT OF
freight, CLEAN of silver on the highly
polished tables, its dusky. shining faced
waiting bOy-who, by the way, was
fearfully afraid 10 wait on the Yankee
as he ate-and, better than all else, the
poor German, pining for a word in hi,
own tongue. was the talk in his own
language that he had with the doctor
and his daughter.
When the prisoner was fed and
warmed the question arose as to how
he was to be moved on" TO the mex
hamlet.
Every school in the land was at thai
time something of a military establish
ment, so the company Of Greene
Springs schOOlbOys was marched on
to be guard TO the prisoner a little far
Their on his way. The roll Of the drum
and the shrill note of the fife wer'
heard on the Hill of Science. Th'
beardless soldier boys took the lon'
I, prisoner in charge. and to the stirring
tones of The Bonnie Blue Flag" TIN
little army marched down the red hill
through Five Mile Greek swamp an
! I've to HarristOwn.
There the captive was turned owe
TO the Home Guard OF that hamlet, AM
the boys marched back to their lectur
rooms.
The doctor and the Greene Spring
o home people knew that the prisone
D was well on his way toward Greens
! borough, when they heard the boy
A with their fresh clear young voice
!. strike into CHEEKY song, as their marc
2 homeward brought them to the foot Q
. the red old hill that carried a its crow
a one Of the sweetest homes the worl
has ever held. The song that the boy
4 sang was one that stirred their youn
+ hearts up { o a desire for real marchin
q 20 real battle:
= Oh. here / am In the land OF cotton,
The flag once honored b. now forgotten;
Fight away, fight away, fight away 4
u Dfxieis land.
But here stand for Dixie dear
tn arhf for freedom without fear.