Waterbury evening Democrat., 1895-01-15
CHAPTER i.
oPry1N,f OF \ CAMPAIGN.

as soon as formed moves out into the road, the whole taking up the line ot march by brigadcs and divisions.
 It is the right or head of the monster that awakens first. The main body of this wing moves diaSonally toward the front and left, while cavalry pushes dl- rcctlv south to conceal the movement and produce false impression on the en- emy. All day the infantry and artillery work their way over dirt roads, the men marching at will, smoking, chatting, laughing, the Irish regiments cracking iokes, the Germans singing, all with that esprit which pervades an army just start ing after long period of idleness on a new campaign. A flashing of artillery horses, q cursing of mules, words ot command bugla calls, picket firing, the occasional boom of q gun, mlngle con- fusedly and ill a country used only to the peaceful lowing of cattle or the song of birds Throughout its whole length the Army of the Cumberland Is i'll motion. advancing on that campaign which is to maneuver the Confederates out of Tennessee and lea1 up to the bat tie of Chickamauga.
 On road running parallel with the Cumberland mountains, which flank the Union army on its left, strange look ing vehicle is going at breakneck pace toward the south The horse is a raw boned animal with long legs and neck, while the vehicle-a buggy-ls so be- spattered with mud that what paint re- mains on it is invisible. The bottom is partly gone; the dashboard would let through a cannon ball without being in- jured; the springs are badly bent; the ton, which is let dowu-there are no props to hold it up-is shriveled and torn. its tatters flying behind in the wind. A woman in a striped calico dress, a sunbonnet of the same material, q pair of colored spectacles on her nose, holds the reins and urges forward the horse. Yet strange looking as is the conveyance and its occupant, for that | time and region there is nothing unusu- al in the appearance of either. The country people inhabiting that portion | of Tennessee are not cultured, and un- couthness is rather the rule than the ex- | ception.
 Coming to place where she can get | a full view for some distance ahead, the woman glanccs over the intervening space between her and the next rise in the undulatiug ground. Seeing nothing to deter, she drives her horse on as rap idly as she can force him to go. Her buggy carecns till it is ill danger of go- ing over; sho is bounced from her seat l with prospect of being sent over the dashboard; the mud flies, the horse wheezes, the buggy groans, but there is no slackening of pace.
 "Go on. Bobby, go on!'
 Turning a curve in the road partly hidden by trees, she sees a cavalry camp ahead. In the road m officer stands talk ing to q man in a farm wagon, beside whom, on a board seat, its two ends resting on the wagons sides, sits boy of Ii. while on back seat, evidently borrowed from moro pretentious ve- hicle is a young girl, perhaps three or four years the boys senior.
 The woman of the striped dress drove up to the group, and drawing rein listen ed to what they wero saying.
 Gap" said the far1ner-all officers in the Union army were called by the people of the country either cap or gin eral or mister-''cap, l want ter gc through the lines powerful bad.
 Well, Dim thinkin, me good man, J replied the officer. with the brogue of ar Irishman, that's exactly what ole Rosy wants to do unless he prefers to gel behind 'cm and bag 'em from the rear. , "Oh. don't mean fghtin! wants ter go hum peaceful " Can't pass ye, me good man. Dive orders not to pass any one south while +l, s.,, Thorosc T,ooI ft be tellin ye that all day. Once ought tt be sufficient.
 Whats thet?' cried shrill voic, from the buggy. You don't mean fo ter tell me 1 cant go hum:" = "Oi fear, me dear teddy, that ye can t if ye live beyond our lines.
 HI m! And so you uns hev kem dow hyar ter make war on women.
 Well, now, that depends on the kinc of war. We've come down vi ct armis as my old preceptor at the universit, used to say-God bless i'm! Like enougl the vi is for the men and the armis fo ,l the women.
 | II don't keer, replied the woman You uns hain't got no business fo' te come down hyar nohow. You're Q mis- able set Q black abolishioners. I'm |, gal 't.cut nothin ter fight with, and yo g uns''-
 ii Beauty and the beast" interrupte ID the officer, lowing
 'Now, see hyar, Mir. Yank, got t.
 go hum. Pop he's away, and moth'
 she's sick in bed"
 :. The officer scratched his head ar ; thought.
 Well, me friends, he said presen
 ly, "Oi'm thinkin Oi'll refer the case
 all of yez to brigade headquarter <. Would ye moind sittin where ye are ti
 get an answer?"
 Reckon not, " from the farmer.
 Hurry up" said the woman in u
 buggy. Mothers waitin fo' me-"
 The officer stepped into his tent ne . by and came out with pencil and u 3, back of an old letter. With these
 proceeded to take down the informatiC
 required. Approaching the buggy. r. said:
 to Will ye blaze favor me with yor
 patronymic''-he paused while he loo
 ed to see if she were young or old .. "miss?"
 . My what?"
 \ Your patronymic. J. ''Oh, talk Tennesseel"
 Well, then, your cognomen.
 "See hyar, MT. Officer, eff you want
 git anything outen me, you want to ta
 squar'. "
 "Please tell me your name. e. Betsy Bags. And yoursF'
 Major Burke, at your service. 4 -a va TIuiOD Or's