St. Tammany farmer. [volume] (Covington, La.) 1874-current, 1893-05-06

Written for the FARxER.l
A Village Ransacked
AND A PRISONER AT NINE.
A story of scenes and incidents
in st. Tammany parish, during the
late civil war.
MADIsoNvILLE, La,
May 3, 1898.
PART Four.
But the gunboat passed without
taking any notice Of them.
Mr.. X. w. was a blockade rum
ner, in one sense of the word. He
used to carry passengers TO and
from New Orleans, landing and re-
ceiving anywhere that he might
avoid detection. After having gone
over with a skiff load, he had one
applicant to return, whose initials
are H. R., and he was also q citizen
of the village. Mr.. II. W. took him
aboard, on condition that he would
pull all the way across the Lake,
which he did in remarkably short
time. They had some goods on
board which they Struggled. When
within musket-shot Of shore, near
the mouth Of the Tangipahoa river,
which he intended to enter, and
take the overland trip Of about
seven miles to our village, he was
surprised to see the shore lined with
Yankees. This occurred while the
Yankees were in the vlllage.] He
first thought Of turning his course
and make the Tchefuncta river, but
on considering that this would cause
suspicion, he resolved TO put on u
bold face aud get within speaking
distance Of the shore. hoping to see
his friend Mr.. Grandchamp, who
lived at the mouth of Tangipahoa
river. His hope was realized, for
Mr.. G. was walking on the beach.
Mr.. Il. W. spoke to him as follows /:
"You are a pretty fellow. l have
looked up and down Pass Manchac
for that beef you spoke of selling
me. and ! have lost two days hunt
ing fer it, but cannot find it, All
the while he was swearing as though
he was very mad. Mr.. G., taking
IN the situation at glance, shouted
back: "Don't get SO mad, its not
my fault the beef can't be found,
but I will give you another one.
You will find it near the Tchefuncta
lighthouse" "Well, l must go and
tr, TO get it. for the troops in the
village are waiting for it." So say
ing he turned for the lighthouse,
leaving all behind. When at the
mouth Of the Tchefuncta another
obstacle presented itself. The New
London, gunboat, was anchored
just outside the bar, as she was too
large to enter the river. Mr.. H. Il.
was very much excited and pulled
with all his strength, as ordered
by Mr.. r. w., who told him to pull
toward rather than from the gum
boat, swearing at him, and telling
him, in q loud voice, "Hurry up.
for you know the troops are waiting
for u.s." He was hailed by the boat
and asked where they were bound.
Mr.. r. w. told them that he had
been looking for q beef which he
had bought for the troops in the
village, but lie could not find it, and
was going back to report. This
was all right, and he landed in the
marsh below the village and thus
made his trip. He also made sew
eral other daring trips passed the
New London, on one trip with
his oars mufiled with his socks, to
lessen the noise they were making.
These Yankees were fond of pies,
and you will agree with me on that
point when you hear the following {:
A boy, John H., was in the habit
Of selling pies from q basket he
carried around. These Yankees,
with some exceptions, would steal
his pies 50 adr0itly as to escape his
notice, but on counting his money
he always found q shortage, so he
prepared himself to catch some-
body. Accordingly he made his
round the same as usual, watching
on all sides. Finally he saw an arm
draw . hand from his basket, and
the hand grasped q pie. He now
knew who had that pie, and he went
straightway and reported to the OFF,
Ger in command, who ordered the
soldier to be swung up by his
thumbs for six hours Nov, boys,
II you want to know what misery is,
just lash your thumbs tight, then
pass the line over limb Of . tree,
haul tight on it, hosting the fellow
up until his toes just touch the
ground, then let him remain in that
situation six hours, and l bet he
will not eat pie afterwards. This
broke up stealing pies.
They would 60 in the country and
drive I'M so to 100 head of cattle.
that were already poor, pen them in
. half-acre lot and leave them there
three or four days, killing one or
two, and then turn them out in the
village. These poor starved aDi-
mails would stagger as il drunk
while trying to make their way back
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