Spirit of the age. [volume] (Woodstock, Vt.) 1845-1913, 1897-10-09


He called the driver to him as he light
ed II match and they looked at til,
dead mans face. DO you know him
he asked.
"'Kuow him! I should say I did,
said thu driver. It's Tom McGutf'
He has held me mp twice before. bn
he stopped the stage once too often.
''They looked at the other man who
had fallen at the heal of the mules
The driver did not recognize him
They laid the dead men by the side OF
the trail to lie until wagon could be
sent for them; then the two prisoners
were placed on seat in front of the
stranger where he might keep watch
of them, the rest of us sat where we
could, and so we drove to Fort Cum.
mings. There the stranger stopped
ra.m. m.sn ~, p...oneS Nei''pit Wity Before
we started on he told ITS his name.
"'It's Chiffield. Henry Chitfield.
of Corazon County. Texas. I'm IL
deputy sheriff there, but I do some de.
tective work for stage lines and rail.
roads. Am happy to have met You,
gentlemen
"This was all the information L ever
got about Deputy Sheriff Henry Chit,
field, one OF the type of quiet, resolute
men, handy with the gun, who are not
heard of outside of the localities where
they live and are glad to shun the no.
toriety of desperadoes. The stage
company had heard of him and sent
for him, and the fact that he was un,
known to people along the line made
robbers, which he did after his own
fashion. With its leader and one man
killed, and two men booked for the
penitentiary, the Tom McGuff gang
was not heard of again, and the stages
east of Silver City made their trips in
peace for many months that followed" "
1t was at Bloody Bend, near Spot
tsylvania, that most amusing and
ut the same time most intrepid act was
credited to the record of Lieutenant
G. w. Notes, of the Troup Artillery,
who for several years was popular
citizen of Athens, and who is now the
leading photographer of Atlanta.
The Confederate forces were behind
small breastwork and the Federal
forces were preparing for charge.
The Troup Artillery were stationed
near blackjack swamp, aud little
further down the line Maxey's Texas
brigade had been stationed.
Suddenly the Federals charged the
Texas brigade. The fight was furious;
the brave Texans drove back the
enemy time and time again. During
one of these charges General Maxey
for some reason had gone to the rear
for q few moments, and when the blue
and gray columns met the Texans
wavered and fell back, and the Yam
KEGS swarmed over the breastworks
and into the trenches.
Just as this happened few men,
bers of the Troup Artillery were sitting
around little fire frying a piece of
fat bacon. The grease was sputtering
in the frying pan and the soldiers were
smacking their mouths in anticipation
of the great repast in store for them.
Among the crowd was Lieutenant G.
w. Notes.
As the Yankees came over the
breastworks the gun of the Troup
Artillery nearest to them was wheeled
around and in few moments the line
of blue soldiers was Icing swept by IL
CALLING fire.
Lieutenant Notes sprang up and
dashed down to where the Texans were
fighting. He carried with him the
frying pan full of hot grease. AS he
reached the scene of combat he put
himself in front of the Texas brigade
and waving the frying pan over his
head, led the charge. The Yankees
were driven back in few moments.
General Maxey returned about that
time and congratulated Lieutenant
Notes on his bravery. Notes pres.
enteda rare appearance just then. The
grease was all over his face and clothes,
and being hot had blistered the skin
wherever it touched. He still had
hold of the old frying pan which had
served him so we'll in the charge
Athens (Ga.) Banner.