Saint Mary's beacon. [volume] (Leonard Town, Md.) 1867-1983, 1893-01-12

near. Determined TO keep on his
feet, he refused to rest as an inva-
lid. He dressed himself regularly,
and walked every day in the woods
and fields, resolved 10 fight down
down the disease.
But everywhere that the farmer
went, the dreadful stencil was sure
to 90. One day an old wood-chop-
per met him in the woods. A long
conversation on the odor aud its in.
dications ensned. The woodman,
asking the sick mans permission,
carried his coat of some twenty
yards. The stencil followed il.
The coat was examined, and in the
lining was found dead mouse. The
stencil was accounted for. The far
mer is now on the road to the re-
covery of his former robust health.
The freaks of the imagination are
especially singular when it is slim
ulated by the excitement of battle.
In the skirmish at Peach Hill, on
the Red River. a Federal officer
dropped his bride, and threw up
his arms, exclaiming,-
Il am hit =
A brother officer helped him from
his horse.
My boot is full of blood said
the 'hit' officer, as he YVES carried to
an ambulance.
"Good-by,' remarked the brother
officer to himself; Il shall attend @
funeral tomorrow
The next day the officer, who
thought himself 'hit,' appeared at
headquarters as well as ever. He
had been hit by a spent ball, which
had broken the skin and drawn a
few drops of blood.
One day, ut Port Hudson, a man
came limping off the field, support
ed by two soldiers. He said his leg
had been broken by ball. The.
surgeon was surprised to find no
hole in the mans stocking. Cut
ting it of, he found black and
blue mark on the leg,-nothing
more. A friend advised the imag-
fsfesssv~
his sweetheart as a trophy.
Many instances might be given
where men Of real bravery have
made mistakes about their danger,
and succumbed to mere imagina-
ton. 1t mortified them terribly,
though, to be caught so. The fol-
lowing amusing story of the Rebel
lion is absolutely true -
During holly contested fight
shot, followed by loud shrek, told
that one OF the best men in West
ern Observation-Disclosures wound
ed. He proclaimed his agony with
u loud voice, turned over on his
back, aud commenced kicking so
vigorously that the surgeon had
difficulty in getting in reach of
him.
Poor devil!' said the doctor, Il
am afraid it's fatal
And he commenced opening his
coat.
oh! ohv said Bradley; I'm a
dead man! I'll never get over it,
Keep up your spirits, my boy;
never say die" said Captain john
son, kneeling kindly over him.
Doctor asked the wounded
soldier, feebly, will you write to my
mother, and tell her that / died
brayely, doing my duty, with my
face to the foe, and that / thought
of her when was dyiug:
Yes, yes,' said the doctor, with
dim eyes and husky voice, Il will
write to her, and tell her too
But, suddenly springing to his
feet, with an indignant voice, he
added
why, confound it, man, you are
not hurt bit! It's only your can
teen that's shot, and that's the
water from it. Get up, will your
Bradley raised up slowly, felt
himself all over, and, with an
exceedingly foolish countenance,
crawled back to his position, amid
the uproarious laughter Of the whole
regiment.
| For months after that, on the
march or in the camp, and some
times in the stiffness of the night,
you would hear voice in one d.
rection demanding, What shall
tell your MOTHER and perhaps half
q dozen responses would be heard,
Tell her j died with my face to the
foe; and then sCanteen Bradley