The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1897-07-31

dirt away In our pockets, In old tin |
cans we could hide uLder our blouses-
we had blouses them" he interrupted |
his story TO say, grlmly. 'Well, at last |
we got 1t done-got the long hole on
the other side. At last the night we
had been waiting for came all right.
The dozen of us who were In the plan
crawled ore after another into the tun-
mel. Luckily for me, we had settled II
that we would keep a good distance
apart. You see, there wasn't much air
in there. We drew lots, and 1t was
my turn to be the next to the last. We
maze our way slowly. inch by inch,
like big worms, or like n,oles, creeping
along there under the ground. 1 tell
you, 1t was ticklish business. We
weren't sure that there would not be
q cavern any minute. But liberty and
life we We're after. Nothing else would
take a man into a hole like that. Well,
we got along. After long time I
knew that the men ahead of me were
out of the hole, for could tell by the
difference in the feel of the air. Then
suddenly saw q great light ahead of
me. l didn't know what to make of
that. ! knew II couldn't be the sun.
We hadn't been in there long enough
for that. 1 was frightened. sure
enough. While / was puzzlng l heard
the report of muskets, and then !
hcard the baying of hounds. Then
knew what had happened. They had
discovered what we were trying to do.
They had waited there until all the
men they though were in had come
through. Then they lighted a fire they
had all ready; then they turned their
muskets on 'em; then they turned their
dogs loose. In time the man behind
me and I made our way back. We were
nearly scared to death. We thought
they would have a man or more at this
| end of the tunnel TO kill US as exam
| Piles, but they didn't. I suppose they
! didn't think it worth while; they
thought they had us all at the other
end. Well, we haven't made any
breaks for liberty since"
Did YOU never find the man who
| told?" Hollister said.
mo. Likely he went out in the next
| batch of exchanges"
And you haven't tried since?" Hol-
| lister went on. You ought to have
tried. You'd have done it next time"
"Oh, yes" some one sneered. Sup
pose you'll be leading party to free
dom next"
II WILL" Hollister asserted. firmly.
You will, will you? When will you
begin? You'd better waste no time
If you wait you'll lose your nerve. and
then you'll never try"
Hollister was angry and disgusted
1t did not seem right that men should
yield so easily. Besided, II was evi.
dent enough they had no faith in him
and believed that he would fail al
they had failed, and become as spirit
less as they. Their jeers annoyed him
You're a mean lot" he said, con
temptuously and angrily. You aim
worth trying to help"
"Sneering at your betters in hare
luck, eh?" came from a man lyins
down next to the wall of the shanty
That's just like you, Hen Hollister!'
HOLSTER was surprised; he had no
expected to be called by name, for, 81
far as he knew, there was no one IL
Andersonville who was acquainted witt
him. He walked over and looked care
fully al the man who had spoken. TIL
man was clad only in pair of trous
ers; he was sadly emaciated; the ski
was drawn tight and hard over hi
ribs. 1t was some moments before Hol
lister could place him in his mem
ory.
: oh, it's you, is it, Jack Brewster
l didn't know you were here. Wei
you are too weak to kick"
7 Yes" assented Brewster, II am to
, weak to kick"
As the sun was about to go down O
Andersonville that day there was a
, unusual commotion at the prison gat,
| A
: thought a new batch of prisoners wa
to be turned in to join them; but as til
drums were beaten they knew that a
> exchange had been ordered. Exper
= ence had taught them the indication
, but they have never learned how II
selection was made of those who wei
O to go. Date of capture or bodily cor
q dition seemed to have no weight. TT
, prisoner of a week might be calle
;. next to one who had been confined fl
d many months; a strong man might PR
cede one scarcely able to walk. 4
:, the drum beats were heard. those
. the prisoners who were not too wea
!, or utterly hopeless mustered near Il
), entrance. The officer in charge read IL
; names of those who were to go, fro
slip of paper he held in his han
/ | <hS lilty "tlc tiit iiltH tooN lht
q places in the line. There was no d
lay. The officer read on. IF a ms
o were not present his friends looked f
:, him. If he should be brought in tin
his name would be checked and
"a would be permitted to take his plaC
"Hollister, Seventeenth Pennsy
u vania," the officer called, and Hen
Hollster. elated and rejoicing, NOV
a forward; but suddenly he turned. l
A forced his way past the men about hi
;, and ran with all the speed he could
,- the shanty where he had seen Bre'
~ ster. Here" he said, you're war
/" ed" Without waiting for reply he III
\ ed Brewster put on him his own c
and Jacket, and hurried him awe
m "Here's HOllister, Seventeenth Pen
sylvania," he called, as he half liftt
half pushed Brewster into place. Bre
II ster scarcely knew what It was
about.
AS the gate closed upon the prisont
NJ and the guard, Hollister said to hi
5e self, with satisfaction, "Well. I gut
IN that score is paid"
od Apparently all of the residents
Va Martinsville were on it's streets, In a
no ticipation of some joyful happenir
hn dppnratnd Au