The National tribune., 1897-11-04

that of the Fourteenth Brooklyn"
They wore scarlet pantaloons, blue
jacket, Handsomely braided, and red fez,
with white cloth wrapped around the
head, turban fashion As large num-
Der OF them were captured, they formed
quite picturesque feature of every
crowd. They were generally good fet
lows and gallant soldiers.
Another uniform that attracted much,
though not so favorable. attention was
that of the Sd \. j. Cav, or First New
Jersey Hussars, as they preferred to call
themselves. The designer of the uni
form must have had an interest in cur
cuma plantation, or else he was fanati-
cal Orangeman.
Each uniform would furnish occasion
enough for dozen New York riots on
the 18th of July. Never was such an
eruption of the yeAows seen outside of
the jaundiced livery of some Eastern
potentate. Down each leg of the panta-
looms ran stripe of yellow braid one
and one-half inches wide. The Jacket
had enormous gilt buttons, and was en-
bellished with yellow braid until it was
difficult to tell whether it was blue cloth
trimmed with yellow, or yellow adorned
with blue. From the shoulders swung
little, false hussar jacket, lined with the
same fiaring yellow. The vizorless cap
was similarly warmed up with the hue of
the perfected sunfower
Their saffron maenifcence was like
the gorgeous gold of the lilies of the
field, and Solomon in all his glory could
not have been arrayed like'one of them,
| hope he was not | want to retain
my respect for him. We dubbed
these daffodil cavaliers Butterflies
and the name stuck to them like poor
relation.
Still another distinction that was
always noticeable between the two armies
was in the bodily bearing of the men.
The Army of the Potomac was drilled
more rigidly than the Western men, and
had comparatively few long marches.
Its members had something of the stiff.
ness and precision of English and Ger
man soldiery, while the Western boys
had the long, reachy" stride and easy
swing that made 40 miles a day a rather
commonplace march for an infantry
regiment.
This was why we knew the prisoners
to be Sherman's boys as soon they came
inside, and we started for them to hear
the news. Inviting them over to our
lean-to, we told them our anxiety for the
story of the decisive blow that gave us
the Central Gate of the Confederacy, and
asked them to give it to US.
An intelligent, quick-eyed, sunburned
boy, without an ounce of surplus
flesh on face or limbs, which had been
reduced to greyhound condition by the
labors and anxieties of the months of
battling between Chattanooga and At
lanta, seemed to be the accepted talker
of the crowd, since all the rest looked at
him, as if expecting him to answer for
them. He did so:
You want to know about how we
got Atlanta at last, do you? Well, if
you don't know, l should think you
aUould want to. IF | didn't, I'd want
somebody to tell me about it just as
soon as he could get to me, for it was
one of the neatest little bits of work that
'Old Billy and his boys ever did, and
it got away with Hood so bad that he
hardly knew what hurt him.
"Well, first, I'll tell you that we be-
long to the old 18th Ohio, which, if you
know anything about the Army of the
Cumberland, you'll remember has just
about as good record as any that trains
around Old Pap Thomas he don't
low no slouches of any kind near
him, either-you can bet $500 to cent
on that, and offer to give back the cent
if you win.
"Ours is Jim Steedman's old regi-
ment-you've all heard of Old Chicka-
manga jim, who slashed his division Of
1000 fresh men into the rebel flank on
the second day at Chickamauga in a
way that made Longstreet wish he'd
staid ON the Rappahannock, and never
tried to get up any little sociable with
the Westerners. If | do say it myself,
l believe we've got as good a crowd of
square, stand-up, trust 'em-every- minute
in-your-life boys as ever chawed hard
tack. We got all the grunters and weak
sisters famed out the first year, and since
then we've been on business basis all
the time.
"We're in Il mighty good brigade,
too. Most of the regiments have been
with us since we formed the first bri-
gade Pap Thomas ever commanded, and
waded with him through the mud Of
Kentucky, from Wild Cat to Mill
Springs, where he gave Zollicoffer just
little the awfulest thrashing that
rebel General ever got. That, you
know, was in January, 1862, and was
the first victory gained by the Western
Army, and our people felt so rejoiced
over it that -
Yes, yes we've read all about that"
we broke in, "and we'd like to hear il
again some other time: but tell us now