The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1892-07-20
" LIGHTS AND SHADOWS OF THE OLD
CAMP FIRES"
BY ONE OF THE "o1D VETS. y

BY ONE OF THE TOLD VETS.
The militia Of the various States num-
Der 1000
1t requires 81, 100000 every twenty
four hours to run Uncle Sans Govern
ment.
GAN am owe to my mother, F" so said
the most typical American of Americans
Abraham Lincoln.
One of the recruiting agents in the city
of New York, sent finely proportional.
man to the Surgeon for examination and
he was rejected. A bystander who had
passed asked the man what cause the doc
tor gave for rejecting him. "Well, be-
lieve, " calmly replied the man, ''That he
said had the Itch. The wardroom was
clear in moment-muscle-fee and all.
Indiana has accorded to her the honor
of furnishing the oldest volunteer of any
State In the Union. Mr.. Bates, who was
nine-two years old, when asked why he
volunteered, replied that he wanted to
show the young men that old men were
not afraid to fight. Mr.. Bates was the
father of twenty-five children. No won
der that he feels some interest in preserv-
ing the nation from destruction.
AS the Union soldier haters are trying
to bring whatever blame is due to any
one at Homestead, upon the Grand
Army Post there, 1t may be proper to say
that General Griffen Post, No. 207, has
Comrade M NJ. Wilson, for its Com
mander, and fifty members. As the pop
ulalion Of Homestead is 10000, the Post
has but one ;wo-hundredth part of 1t.
The Grand Army can take care of itself.
Mrs. W., an old lady residing in town
in Ohio, heard of General Grants opera
lions, building roads with corduroy.
"Why bless me |" she exclaim. d, ''What
waste did ever hear the like there's
our boysl poor creatures some of them
most naked, and the pesky officers using
up on them secessionest roads all that
stuff that was sent to make breeches |
tell you, we haven't got the right kind Of
Generals 70 The honest matron was not
aware that the corduroy referred to
was not for the boys .'breeches," but to
cover up impossible highways.
The prompt, hearty and cheerful re-
spouse Of the National Guard TO the Gov
ernor's call to arms, in Pennsylvania,
should set ut rest for all time, all adverse
criticism OF the Guard. 1t shows that
those whom they CONTEMPORARY called
ga lot of boys" will, when the occasion
arises, prove themselves men and soldiers.
TWAS such 'sboys" as these. who, during
that dark period from 1861 to 1866, per
formed deeds Of daring and fought bloody
battles, which proved to the world that
the American soldier, Notwithstanding
the fact he had left his pillow, his work.
shop or his Office, but few days before
he was called upon to face insurrectionlsts
with arms in their hands, was the peer,
nay the superior, Of those in any army In
the world.
One morning, some boys of the 10Th
Illinois Regt., who were doing duty in the
rifle pits at Vicksburg, manufactured an
Imitation soldier and accoutred him In
regulation uniform. When the bogus
imitation was completed, they raised it
up slightly above the work, when whizz,
whizz, went the rifles of the rebel sharp
shooters, and two bullets penetrated the
spot where the brains ought to have been.
They repeated It several times to the great
amusement of the soldiers, who were 80
delighted to see the rebels humbugged in
wasting their powder and ball firing at q
log Of wood. The hoax was at length
discovered by rebel, who, In clear tones
which was heard in our lines, shouted,
''Oh you = yankees, no more of your In
fernal wooden nutmeg and white oak
cheese jokes, they are played out, and be
- to you'll |"
In one of the battles OF 1864, there was
young man killed, a member Of the bSth
Massachusetts Regt. His name was Broad.
He met his death 10 the following man
ner There was man struck with a solid
shot, 1t cutting one of his legs nearly Off.
The poor fellow was bleeding to death, but
If brought off, in all probability, could get
well. Said Broad, in the generosity and
selfsacriice Of his noble nature, II have
neither wife or child to suffer IL am
killed" So be went and picked the
bleeding soldier up, put him on his strong
shoulder and brought him safely 10,
though the bullets few like hail around
him. But, alas Poor Broad himself was
MORALLY wounded man. He laid his
burden tenderly on the ground, saying as
he did so, 81 may have saved your life,
but / have lost my own" He had been
shot through the bowels, and died soon
after. He was as brave man as ever
lived.
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