Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1894-07-07
.noys, f.ll out, and g:ve us .Yankeo

neat uOctOr CUUlc up anu Sitiu.
The strctchcr corps is six miles in
tho rear, and you will have to go in
and help carry the wounded"
Now things began TO look dusty"
for the band; but we went to work,
thinking, rs the boys often said on the
march: left, left: had II good home
when left"
A. l.. Congion, my chum, and
made strctchcr of fence boards and
went into the fray. The first man we
came ~ was big man shot through
both legs, lie must have been full
weight by the way lie bore down. As
we came into town we were met by
women and children, with'tca. coffee,
bread and butter. and all the good
things needful for IL hungry soldier.
The wounded man took piece of
pie in each hand, saying: "Boys, it
looks good but can't eat it."
Incvcr saw anything in the news.
papers about the hcroism of the ladies
of gettysburg. | saw girls, not over
/? years of age, their clothing covered
with blood from helping the wounded,
not minding shot or she'll. Those In.
dies were genuine heroincs. God
bless them. How they did work.
saw one nice, mothcrly- looking old
lady whose house was in the midst OF
the racket: sh,lls bursting in every
direction, wounded men lying thick
around. She seemed to forget all
about danger in caring for the wound
cd. A shell burst just over her head.
] looked, expecting her To dodge, but
she did not even finch: she seemed
only to think of duty. thought that
true hcroisin in TIL, fullest sense Of
the term. remember there was q
field of two or three acres of wheat
just back of the house, surrounded by
n picket fence.
One thing that causes me to re-
member the wheatfield more dis
tinctly, | suppose, Is on account of q
comical incident which occurred there.
One of our musicians Ia detail from
the ranlSs), whose former record had
been good in fight, broke for the
rear, things having become too hot
for him. lie went over the fence at
q jump. I could just see his head
bobbing up and down as he made
time through the wheat.
After the battle / inquired of him
what he was doing in the wheatfeld.
lie said:
Ibid you see me? Was I making
good timc?"
told him he ran like quarter
horse. and asked where he fetched up.
lie said he had only just cleared the
fence on the other side when bat
terry officer sang out:
"'lIalt, there! Where are you go
ing?
~ answered: You might be alb lie
to tell that by the direction | am rum
ming
"'rhen have job for you,' said
the officer.
"'Talte this saber and stand guard
over n dismountcd cannon
"lie was soon called away on some
duty, when just rammed that old
saber in the ground and continued my
tramp back into town to eat pie and
cake with the ladies'"
Made Grant Pay Toll.
A new story of General Grant was
told the Pittsburg Dispatch the other
day by Il resident of Washington
county, Pa: "I'll never forget how
old Bije Oliver, who kept tho toll-gate
at Washington, on the old Wheeling
pike, held up General Grant for toll, !"
he said 'Bije was annoyed great
deal by the college boys who drove
over the pike.
"They worked on his credulity,
promising to pay toll on their way
back. Many nickel had been lost to
the old toll keeper, for he was a
kind hearted fellow, and often in the
face of better judgment remitted the
toll until they returned. But the
boys, like that letter. never came; they
took another route home, thus elud-
ing old Bile. Upon one of Grants
visits to Washington, during his nd.
ministration, young Mr.. Smith, who
was then in college, took him out one
day for drive.
"As they came near the tollgate on
the Wheeling pike old Bije caught
sight of them. lie went out of his
house, took hold OF the rops and
pulled the pole down, Obstructins the
road. Smith greeted Bic in a
familiar way and said: 'Lools here,
Bile, we want to go on. You see I've
General Grant with me here
"Bije looked up with sardonie
smile. He had just begun to Sc.
through the tricks of the college hoy $
and was not going to allow him,el
to be gulled any longer.
$50 he replied: 4 don't give a dnrr
if you have General Grant with You
you'll haze to ply tollor you ant get
along here Then he pided, in (;
most sarcastic way, with IL lccr: Gen
Grant! You must take IN. fo.' II fool.
Really persisted young Smith,
this is Gen. Grant.
But Bic got angry ut hi, apparsn
impu lcnce and said angrily. Gran
or no Grant. you pay toll See
ing that he was adamant, Gen
Grant put his hand down into hi