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must confess, I saw but little. In bodies men
would undertake things that could not be
thought of by smaller numbers, and then
again field officers did not have an oppor-
tunity to note individual acts.
From the many rushing through my mind,
l select one, not because 1 think the hero was
the bravest man ever saw, but because this
act was uncalled for and showed an indiffer-
ence to death that might rank it with devil
may-care exploits rather than cool deeds of
deliberate daring, where there was duty or
great principle involved.
Hwas atthe battle of Sharpsfur where had
the honor to command brigade under Gen.
eral Hood. I need not remind any of the sur
vivors North or South that Sharpsfur. or
Antietam as our Yankee friends call it, was
for the numbers engaged the bloodiest battle
Of the war.
We had been fighting all day near or about
building known as Mumma Church. Some
times we were in the advance of this building,
and again the terrific firing would force us to
seek shelter in the woods, where there were
a few pieces of almost useless artillery. As
we had done again and again during the day,
we drove the enemy back, and were again
subjected to a perfect rain of shells. The
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The brayest deed I witnessed during the
war was at Sharpsburg, as we call it, or
Antietam as known at the North, and the
participants were all commanding officers.
Among them was General Longstreet, Lees
Old War Horse" as General Lee himself
styled Longstreet at the close of this battle.
When the fighting was over all the generals
had reported and collected at General Lees
headquarters. Longstreet came up little
late, when Lee stepped forward, and, heartily
grasping his hand, said, "And here comes
my old war-horse." From that time to the
present '.Lee's Old War-Horse" was the
nickname Longstreet has gone and goes by.
The special deed of bravery was participated
in by General Longstreet Col. Osmond La
trobe brother of the present Mayor of Balti-
more), Col. G. NJ. Lowell, president of the
Ocean Steamship Company in New York;,
and Major Fairfax. The Union forces had
killed all the gunners of one of our batteries,
pied, and Burnside's men, seeing the gap,
charged up to take possession. Perceiving
the imminent peril, General Longstreet, Col.
Osmond Latrobe, Col G. NJ Lowell and Major
Fairfax dismounted and Longstreet loaded
the cannons and used the lanyard himself.
For quite awhile this quartette fought an
immense Federal force, and Longstreet's
splendid skill and practical knowledge as an
artillerist stood him well in hand, as they
handled three pieces of artillery with such
tremendous effect that the Federal advance
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TOLD BY COLONEL JOSEPH MOORE.
J. M. WooMER.

Claude Neville is rather romantic name,
but the original was anything but a fine type
of the hero of fiction. He was Kentucky
mountaineer, and how he ever came to join
the Fifty-eghth Indiana, do not know. I
had charge of pontoon section in General
Slocum's wing of Sherman's army, and four
companies of this Hoosier regiment were in
my command, among them Claude Neville.
This man was tall, lank, sallow, reticent,
full of dry humor and more Indifferent to
fatigue than any one I ever met, yet he was
not personally energetic indeed, at times he
was as painfully deliberate in his actions as
he was in his speech. He could go for DAYS
without eating, and then he had the capacity
to gorge himself like an anaconda. I have
heard that he could drink company blind
and never show sign of liquor himself. He
was as placid under fire as if smoking miles
away from the enemy. Indeed he had the
reputation of being the most fearless and
profane man in the army, but he swore as a
matter of habit, not from excitement; he
never got excited.
We had reached the Ogeechee River in an
advadce under Sherman, and finding the
bridge across that stream burned we pre-
pared to put down pontoons. Above the
place where we struck the river, Neville found
dugout, and was padding down. when the
enemys sharpshooters opened fire, and we
could see our friend fall in the bottom of the
boat, and believed him to be dead.
1t was growing dark very fast, and as the
water was bitterly cold, and we reasoned
that Claude Neville was beyond help, no at
tempt was made to secure the dugout, but it
was permitted to drift down under the
cypruses, and moss-covered live oaks.
Now that poor Neville was gone his COM
rades had many stories to tell of his quiet
courage and generous heart, and it was voted
that no matter how many recruits joined US
hereafter no one could be found to fill his
place.
The night before we entered Savannah,
got a permit to visit a brother officer in COM
mand of our pickets not far from the enemy's
works. 1t was about ten O'Clock and was
about to return to my own camp, when
sergeant and two men came in from the front,
with well mounted prisoner, two mail and
despatch bags being strapped behind his sad
de-
heard the prisoner shouting out:
''You ejots I'm a Kentucky
Yank, d you! and my names Claude
Neville! belong to the Fifty eighth Indiana,
dor' .,a
hurried to the man, and on seeing me he
caught me in his arms. I never saw him
demonstrative before, and then he told his
story. He had not even been wounded, but
he fioated in the dug-out past the enemy's
camp. He hid in the swamp till that after
noo1, when he came upon carriers horse
hitched before house. He leaped into the
saddle, "and rid for dear life to the west,''
The dispatches proved to be of value, and
have always doubted if any man but Claude
Neville could have done that thing.
JOSEPH MOORE.
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stirred the little deformed children into
grig-like merriment. They capered in their
iangling irons and danced in the leather
harness that held in place their crooked
limbs. The eighty well, lame girls woke
altogether in their white cots; sat up al
together; chartered altogether like the gamin
sparrows out in the street.
For it's Easter morning and here's state
of thingsl
The White Rabbit has ridden in on a moon
beam and played his old prankish games.
Eggs under the pillows; eggs in jolly little
folds of the sheet; eggs under the cots; eggs
in pinafores, eggs in shoes and stockings:
hello-eggs on the window-sill eggs up the
chimney; eggs on the mantel-piece. Won
derful old fellow, the White Rabbit Eggs of
all colors-red, white. blue, green, yellow.
mottled, speckled and silver; eggs with chicks
peeping out of them; eggs that fall apart
and spilled candy. Very wonderful fellow.
the White Rabbit. Young white rabbits
chockful of sweetmeats, everywhere; lilies
and myrtles everywhere else. And eighty
small girls jubilant.
Eighty all but one. She stands by the win
dow. She does not laugh with her little
crippled mates.
eve call her our little sentinel" said the
nurse.
A pitiful little sentinel, with warped and
wasted body and pain-drawn face-keeping
ward over her last Easter day. The doctors
can do nothing for her; the nurses cannot
keep her; the lonely, rueful little sentinel
stands by the window, waiting for deaths
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sing very sweetly with young, quiyering
voices.
"See, little sentinel the nurse says, "here
is a lily
It Is the fairest one Of all, white and stately,
but she lets it fall unregarded at her feet.
Lilies of Easter and the Easter Christ-she
knew this long ago. She is waiting, waiting,
and He does not come.
Patience, little sentinel.
There are only few weeks more-it may
be before the tall lilies have faded.
"Here's some one to see you, little sentinel"
the nurse says.
He is small lad, healthy, dirty young
heather, his grimmy legs, straight and tough
and strong, showing through his rags. AS
he looks at her he dabs one black, little fist in
his eyes and demolishes his tears, but for all
that he has an air of triumph about him. as
one who should say, 81 don't want it known
but I've small matter of diamond necklace
in my pocket for YOU The little girl rested
her deformed shoulder against the wall;
there was no answering brightness in her
dismal, little yellow face, followed with life
long suffering.
"Do you know me, little sister," the boy
asked.
Yes, little sister knows him.
"Look. little sister, what got fur ye!" he
says brightly. and holds up rare white lily,
soiled bit by the trampled ooze of the pave
ment, but still fair and beautiful.
81 foun' it in de street las night, little sister,
see? an I KEEP it an brung it te yous," he
added proudly.
No, little sister does not care any more
about lilies-the gift falls from her crippled
fingers, and lies uncared for on the floor.
1t is Easter and Christ has risen, but the
world is full of pain and the little sentinel
waits.
"Really, my DEAR" said one lily, ST have
seen the world and it is very wicked. wish
were back on my stem. Don't you long for
that rocking stem and the lights and heat and
dwarf roses?"
81 have seen the world" said the other
lily, sit is not very wicked, but it is very,
very sad.'
"Ah! you should have seem
But the ianitor swept them out. =!
eszozsssaMpsoN.
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field, and on this occasion we didn't even
have blanket. AS Morris was anxious to be
conveyed out of the severe fire stalwart,
Jolly Irishman was asked if he could take
the disabled officer ON his back. He said
probably he could, and we lifted Morris to
his stout shoulders. The officers arms were
still strong enough to clasp tenaciously
around the privates neck. Just behind us
the ground divided to little ravine that
furnished shelter from the Mexicans' CALLING
fire. Upon starting the soldier moved by
backward steps, facing the enemy, and put
ting his body between the Mexican bullets
and Morris, and thus backed to get under
cover at the ravine. Morris impatiently
ordered the soldier@to turn about and hasten
off faster. "Shure' said the gallant private,
"the liftinent wouldn't have me put him be-
twaeen me and the bulletsr'
Officers, who study and appreciate the OBJ
legations of conservation to the service in
time of war, know that the emergency may
come when they will be called upon to sacri-
flee themselves and their commands in order
thereby to save the other part of the army,
and these are the occasions that sorely try
mems souls. On the march of the Confeder-
ate army from Richmond and Petersburg to
AppomattoX Court House, in April 1865.
Lieutenant-General Ewell and Lieutenant
General R. II. Anderson, realizing the neces-
sity Of holding the line at Sailors Creek, to
save the army trains, put their respective
commands in position for that purpose and
utilized every moment to hurriedly throw up
some slight embankments. Our rear guard
command came up and marched on by, leav-
ing Ewell and Anderson without any artillery.
They fully understood their one and only
chance was that the Federals might charge
precipitate, without waiting the play of the
batteries, and in this contest they felt they
could hold their ground. GIN vain is the net
spread in sight of the Bird The pursuing
Federals were too willy and wary, flushed as
they were in following foe that vainly and
reluctantly retreated. The Union batteries
coming up, the infantry soon halted, while
the heavy guns felt of our position and soon
disclosed or exposed our men without any
artillery. Without coming directly under our
Infantry, their batteries, so skillfully handled,
as they always were, put the Confederates to
disorder, when valiant charge was superbly
made, capturing nearly all of General Ewelrs
men, the ma or portion of General Anderson's
and the trains, but the unselfish, gallant con-
duct OF Ewell's and Anderson's men, who
beforehand thoroughly understood the con-
sequences, saved for the time the balance Of
General Lees army.
na1 JAMES LoNGsTREET.
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FIRED" GERHARD STRETCHED.
One of New York City's Most Remark
able Young Men.

Whenever a man through his wealth,
private conduct, or personal peculiarities is
differentiated from the masses, he becomes
an object of general interest, and to certain
extent a public character, and so legiti-
mate subject for newspaper report and COM
ment.
There are in New York, and other cities,
many young men as rich, as handsome, and
possibly as intelligent as Fred Gebhard-his
many friends and many who do not know
him call him "Fred"-but there are none of
them with the marked individuality and in
difference to the opinions of others that so
long characterized him.
Mr.. Gerhard is at this time just thirty
seven years of age. He is about five feet ten
inches in height, weighs 100 pounds, promises
to get heavier after middle age, and though
he looks it, he is not an athlete. He walks
with rolling motion, as if he had been much
at sea in an unsteady boat. His hair is short
and very black and his mustache is of the
same color, except one patch at the corner of
the left lip which is noticeably white. The
eyes are small, gray and good-natured. The
shape of the head is by no means intellectual
and has in it a suggestion of John L. Sulli-
van, though Mr.. Gerhard is not, and even in
his most convivial days, was not regarded
as a combative man.
The senior Gerhard was German by birth
and accumulated a fortune, estimated at
SIS, 600, 600, which he left in entail to his two
children, Fred and Mrs. Nelson, now an in
teresting widow with two daughters. The
income from the well-invested estate amounts
to about s24O,000 year, equally divided
between the two children.
When Mrs. Langtry, like many other socially
notorious women, took to the stage to make
profit from herlapses rather than her talents,
she came to America, and for some years Mr.
Gerhard was one of her most devoted ad-
mirers. They bought adjoining ranches in
California and having a fondness for sport
they became interested in fast horses, fast
yachts and other fast amusements
With plenty of money and all the time
necessary to spend it, Fred Gerhard con-
tracted convivial habits which at one time
threatened to develop into the disease of in
ebriety. Suddenly, and to the great amaze
ment of his club friends, he announced his
purpose to lead better life. He went to an
institute at White Plains, New York, that
was two years ago, was cured of the desire
for liquor, and from the day he left till the
present time has never touched intoxicating
liquors.
Following, this Mr.. Gerhard sold out his
stables, gave up his swarming and festive
club friends, and became model of social
propriety.
But the best move he has yet made is in
marrying Miss Morris, the belle of Baltimore.
He has the age, experience and wealth so de-
sirable in a husband of leisure. His many
friends wish him continued happiness in the
new life, and Tammany talks of running him
for congress next fall.
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Louisiana. Fredericksburg Heights were oc-
cupied, and the Sixth Corps pushed on to
Salem Church, four miles farther on. and
there met another body of the enemy and en-
gagged them in fierce fighting. Company A,
OF the Ninety-third Pennsylvania of which 1
was member, was, with the regiment in a
very uncomfortable position. Though the
men were falling all around me took partic-
ular notice, quite naturally, of my own bunk
mate, E. c. Euston, who fell, apparently
killed or MORALLY wounded, almost at my
side. Amid the roar of the cannonading and
the frightful rattle of the musketry, shall
never forget how it occurred to me that poor
Euston was gone and that would have to
hunt another bunkmate. Later in the day
the tide of battle turned in favor of the Con-
federates. We were repulsed with great loss
and before night were compelled to fall back,
and recrossed during the night to the Fall
mouth side.
When about,to go into camp felt about as
gloomy as a man could be capable of feeling,
at the loss of my mate, and was proceeding to
look out for a new companion for bunk and
mess, when 1 saw what seemed to be famil-
lar form approaching slowly. When it came
close enough for recognition who should it be
but my old bunkmate, Euston.
''Why, thought you were killed." 1 ex-
claimed, hardly believing the evidence of my
eyes, and almost ready to think it was Eus-
toms ghost.
''Not by long shot," was the reply, but in
strange, mumbling Tone which made his
words almost uninteltgible
'Where were you shot?" L asked
He answered by pointing to the left side of
his nose, and then l noticed that there was a
hole there, and that it was stuffed full of cot
ton.
''Where did it come out?" said l.
He put his finger in his mouth and touched
the roof of it and said ''here."
Sand where is the bullet?" =,
ooh, threw that away he mumbled.
'Why, you foolish fellow said, ''you
should have kept it for a souvenir
''You are the foolish fellow" he replied,
Give had that bullet good deal longer than
l wanted it already
Euston persistently refused to go to the
hospital, although he suffered intense pain.
He went with US all through the terrible cam
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BRAvEST DEEDS OF THE WAR.
Stirring Recoliections of Heroism
by Land and Sea.
TOLD BY THOSE WHO WERE PRESENT.
Stirring Contributions from General
James s. LOnsstreet, Colonel w. s.
WofiOrd, COlenelt Joseph Moore
Hon. E. alWeomer and II. III,
Perry|sayinS an Army.


IVIID Ii SrENs JAMES -. LONesSTKEET.
1t is delicate. difficult and apparently an
invidious task for: a I1nan who has served
through three wars in active and prolonged
military life, to particufarize what he regards
as the "bravest deedHs during such periods;
and it is not intended that what is related is
the 'bravest.' In such an extended service
and experience, covering years of my life.
numerous instances of marked daring and
valor were Witnessed as performed by the
Blue and the Gray. all showing that the
Americans North and South, are the most
martial nation7on the face of the GLOBE and
it is hoped that in the fast and furious race
for wealth we will not allow the era of selfish
ness to overshadoW the epoch of heroism.
Recitals of such bravest deeds are perhaps
usually confined to active battles. where. by
the touch of elbows and the sense of COM
radeship, and amid the inspiration of horse
artillery and the rattle of musketry, and the
cheers of comrades, soldiers are deeply
moved to do and dare for country; but too
little attention has been bestowed upon the
lone sentry watching over sleeping army.
He is conscious of the fact that he may. at
any moment, be shot 'tby rifeman hid in
Tie tuichet, anu tHdC HIS lOV0u ones at nome
will never know how nor where he fell. But,
despite this oppressive sense of loneliness the
picket at his post performed deeds as brave
as any ever seen on the battlefield, witnessed
only by the God of Hosts. Soldiers make
generals, not generals make soldiers.
"'Tis nothing a private or two, now and then,
Will not count in the news of the battle;
Not an officer lost,-only one of the men,
: Moaning out, all alone, the death-rattle.''
During the Mexican war at the battle of
Resaca de la Palma, as General Taylor's
artillery was actively at work and his in
fantry winding their way through the water
to assault the Mexican lines, Captain Charles
May stood with his squadron on the road as
near the enemy as cavalry adjustments would
warrant. AS the proper moment came for
May to reach the enemy's battery and our
infantry leaped from the water against the
enemy's infantry, General Taylor ordered
"Charge, Captain May" Randolph Ridgey,
who commanded Ringgolds splendid battery,
called: "Hold on, Charlie, till draw their
fire." He provoked and drew upon himself
the fire that would have been hurled into his
cavalry comrades. May quickly made the
dash and captured the battery before it could
reload, taking as prisoner, with Others Gen.
eral La Vega.
At the battle of Melino Del Rey, Lieutenant
Morris of my regiment was severely wounded.
In those days We seldom had stretchers or
parties for removing the wounded from the
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EASTER LILIES,

a'Tis is silent, dumb world the Deaf Man
said:
"But, nor said the Blind Man. shaking his
head
ut is noisy and black =
There were two lilies on one stem.
They had led very modern life-a life o
artificial heats and lights; they had been fed
on sophisticated food, drawn from the reek-
ing mould in which their roots wandered
they had drunk the hot steam of the glass
covered house; they had loved the epicene
odors of dwarf roses. And they grew up
white, stately, neurotic. They were high
bred lilies, tall and fair. They were poised
on one STEM like dumb and senseless ballet
dancers, dressed in green tights and white
skirts.
Easy wi them twins said the florist to
his man, ''them's the pick of the lott
Sure, on yer life said the man, as he
Slid his thumb-knife round the stem.
The lilies fell apart. 81.
: ONE LILY MADE A NIGHT OF IT.
He was a perfectly proper young man,
from his bell-crowned hat to the tips of his
pointed boots. His black frock-coat, button
ed snugly over his corsets, fell nearly to his
ankles. The voluminous linen about his
neck was girdIed by CORY stock. He wore
CORY gloves and carried a wooden walking
stick. His eyes We're dull and his fat face
was blue from over-shaving, but he was a
perfectly proper young man. He leaned
against the marble counter in the florists
shop and smoked a cigarette.
"Yilets, eh?' he was saying, ''well, let it be
vi'lets. But you do tuck it on, Sanders 1
swear, now, you do tuck it on, my good fel-
low. So vi'lets is the thing, Ell? If they
don't suit her what would Ell?
I'm as modest as vilet,
I'm that shoy.
If you speak to me wriggle. 3.
If you wink at me 1 giggle-
Are you buyin'? Well bottle of the boy.
Eth, Sanders? Send the vi'lets. But, look
here. Sanders. can't We stick in rose or
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TOLD BY COLONEL w. S. worFoRD.

Before writing my story, have read over
with care all the "Bravest Deeds" so far pub
lished, and I note that without exception the
writers declare it is most difficult to recall
some one man or act and point to it as ex-
ceptional. Speaking for myself, and 1 am
sure it is the experience of other officers,
valor was so usual that it was only an act of
cowardice that impressed one, and Of this,
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TODD BY ceNGREssnAN uoonER.
81. n. PENNY.

One OF the most conspicuous examples of
persistent nerve and endurance that came
under my eyes during the war occurred at
the fight near Marys Heights, not far from
Salem Church and Fredericksburg. We had
been camped during the night on the Fall
mouth side of the Rapahannock. In the
morning we crossed to Fredericksburg, driv-
ing the Confederates before us and capturing
the Washington Artillery, brigade from