The Pascagoula democrat-star., 1897-07-30
SCRANTON, MISSISSIPPI. FRIDAY. JU
Pennsylvania! Dutch will get him!
Hurrah, hurrah.'

rehhsyNania! Dutcn VIII get MINT
Hurrah, hurrah"
Price, though as tough and wiry as
he was plucky, weighed not over 40
pounds, fighting weight. Between
the two ''gladiators" there was only
one weapon, the loaded carbine slung
over Franks shoulder. II was soon
seen that the heavyweight was get.
ting away" with the Rebel-dragging
him slowly but surely back into the
Union works-rlump against the long
line Of bluccoats.
BY mutual, set silent consent, how.
ever, it was agreed that neither side
should interfere. The Confederates
shouting themselves hOarsc:
Hold on, my boy! Hold to the
fay! Don't yield to any Yank that
ever lived! Hold to him, even II he
drags you to Washington Cityw
No need to tell him. That's just
what be would have done.
But when almost surrounded by the
Union soldiers, and still graphing
desperately with the Pennsylvania
Yank, fortunately he tripped the lat
ter up and, wrenching the flag from
his grasp, started on the run for
''hOmc."
And then the ''rebs" did shout!
Encouraged by his comrades, Dutch
seized an empty gun with bayonet
fixed, and started in pursuit. As they
got back in the vicinity Of the rail-
pile again, Frank was nearly exhaust
ed, the Yank slightly gaining on him.
lie, OF course, entertained cOnstitu.
tional objections to having a bayOnct
thrust into him from the rear, and
swinging the Flagstaff on his left
shoulder he began to retreat, back.
wards, that he might keep an eye on
his pursuer. The latter came ahead
at charge bayoret" position, calling
out "halt and surrender" Franks
heels suddenly caught 10 the folds Of
the nag and he went to the ground,
Dutch still advancing. The trusty
carbine then, for the first time, served
him a noble purpose. In an instant,
as he lay, lie jcrked it around in front,
cooked and levied it.
"Don't come any farther" was his
warning. ~ don't want to kill you"
But onward came the enemy, clarg-
ing bayonet,
In a fash there was heard the sharp
crack OF the carbinc--not a moment
too soon. The gallant Pennsylvanian
threw up his hands and fell heavily to
the earth. shot through the heart and
dead before he hit the ground.
The shouting, and yelling, and
throwing up Of hats when Frank
brought the flag in and presented it
to the colonel has seldom been ex-
celled. He started on his personal as.
sault "private" and returned hero.
At the close OF the war he tNk the
trophy and presented it to his mother.
near Carrollton, Miss. She cherished
II TIL the day Of her death. and 1t will
long descend as an heirloom.
Poor Frank has since ''crOssed over
the river" A mild.eyed, modest,
handsome farmer boy, yet beneath
his jacket beat heart as brave as
julius Caesars or Andrew JacksOn's.
asked him why he undertook such
a desperate venture all alonc-Onc
against five.
~ don't really know myself" he re.
piled modestly. "The thought came
to me in a fash, like an inspiration.
All at once ] conceived an irrepressi.
ble wish to get possession Of that flag,
waving there in our faces, on our
own soil, too; and only four men to
defend It. l presume That l would
have gone just then II there had been
forty. But I would not do 1t every
day. The at just happened to be On
me-"
After a pause he added:
"Do you know, there is only one
thing l regretted? l did hate to kill
that Yankce-after we had had such
a long and friendly fight, too, all b,
ourselves. Besides, when he haulct
me back into the Union lines,. hi!
friends treated me with Genuine hos
pitality. They didn't SO much as lif
a finger to help him-just let us lgh
II out. Yes, l was sorry hal Il
shout, but ! gave him fair warning
and he was coming at me with tn
bayonct, sharp end foremost.
GENEROUS ADVICE.