The Saint Paul globe., 1897-10-17

the wheel and called two other men to
his assistance, and in less than a min
ute the wagon was on its way. In the
meantime, Sheridan, having mounted
his horse, disappeared in the woods.
Amos Cummings, who heard the lat
ter part of the above story, said that
the beating which Sheridan gave the
mule driver was not half so humilat-
ing as the intellectual drubbing which
was once administered to Dr. Loring.
Mr. Cummings said that at banquet
OF prominent people in Boston. DR.. Lor-
ing, who was the commissioner of ag-
rioulture at Washington, entertained
the company with several stories to
illustrate his belief that the COW is the
most intelligent and affectionate of do
mestic animals. DR.. LOring told in de-
tail the story of birth of a calf on
his farm, at which he had assisted;
and added that after the calf was
born, the COW looked at him with her
big luminous eyes to express her ap"
probation as we'll as she possibly
could, and turning her head to the doc
tor licked his hand.
ooh, pshaWr said Ben Butler, who
was one Of the guests at the dinner.
"Oh, pShaW! DR.. LOring, the poor cow
merely thought she had had twins"
While our last base ball game was in
progress, jolly and popular, brainy and
powerful, big Ben Butterworth came
across the campus and made his way
to the section occupied by some former
colleagues IN the house As he drew
nigh, John Allen said: Here comes
the only statesman who ever ap-
preached the other world and got back
to mingle with mortals. Tell us the
story, Ben, and tell it so all the boys
can hear it"
With hearty laugh and wiping the
perspiration from his massive brow.
Maj. Butterworth said: you can
watch and enjoy the game just as we'll
while L tell the story which Allen
thinks everybody ought to hear. I
was so ill several years ago that the
physicians said [ could not recover.
| did get we'll. however, in spite of the
doctors and their medicines When
was conyalescing number of friends
called to see me at my house in LIE
Droit Park. One evening several gen.
tlemen were in my parlor congratulate
ing me on my return to earth, and nv
little ten-year-old boy sat by the fire
side, quiet listener to our conversa-
ton. I thanked the gentlemen for
their call and for their expressions of
sympathy, and said to them that
had been so near the other world that
L could hear the bells ringing over
there. My little boy injected himself
into the conversation with the inquiry:
Were they fire bells, papa?' The In
ferences drawn from the innocent
question caused peals of hearty laugh
ter, which greatly embarrassed the
boy"
Reverting to stories of Sheridan, Maj.
Butterworth said: Did you ever
know that Sheridan was an Ohio man?
1 can assure you that he was born in
Ohio, and was appointed to West Point
from the Buckeye state. Little Phil
won the heart of Rosecrans on the
third day of the battle of Stone River.
His ammunition was exhausted, and
his brigade disheartened on that ac-
count, but discipline was maintained.
Riding out of the woods, into the pres
ence of old Rosy the young cavalry
general saluted and said: Here We
are, general, in good shape for battle
Our cartridge boxes are empty, but
our hearts are full Of patriotism, and
our blood boiling for a fight Rosecrans
soon had ammunition ready for the
brave boys, and he always loved
Sheridan for his clipper and CHEEKY
manner at that time of great danger
and possible calamity"