The National tribune. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1877-1917, 1898-04-14


81 had mixed some meal into a dough in the
half-canteeEs he and Shorty carried in their
baversae&s. He spread this out on piece
of sheet-irOn, and propped 1T up before the
fire. In little while il was nicely Drowned
over, when 81 removed il from the sheet-irOu,
turned it over and Drowned the other side
He repeated this until he had sufliciency Of
=" hoe cakes " for their supper A Kettle of
good, strong coffee had been boiling on the
other side OF the fire while this was going on.
Then they carefully raked the embers off. and
rolled out two balls of harti-baked clay.
Waiting for these to cool little. they broke
them. The skin and feathers came off with
the pieces and revealed delicieusly savory,
sweet meat, roasted Just to a tarn. The in
testines had shriyeled up with the heat into
little, hard balls, which were thrown away
''Yum-yum yum" said Shorty, tearing
one of the chickens in two. and handing
piece to the Deacon, while 81 gave him n
sweet, crisp hoe cake and a cup of strong
coffee Now, thiS's what you might call
liyin'. Never beat that coolSin in any house
that had roof Only do that when you've
stars in the roof of your kitchen"
. 1t certainly is splendid" admitted the
Deacon. . don't think Maria could've
done better
It was yet light when they finished their
supper, filed their pipes, and adjusted them
selves for comfortable smoke. One of the
men came back and said:
Corporal, there's rebel on horseback
down the road little WAYS who seems to be
spying on u.s. We've noticed him for some
little time. He don't come up in good
range, and we haven't fired at him, hOpin'
he'd come closer. Better come and take
look at him.
8 Don't DO anything to scare him of"
said 81. Keep quiet. = Ne and Shorty'Il
sneak down through the field, out of sight,
and git him.
They picked up their guns and slipped out
under the cover of the underground to where
they could walk along the fence, screened by
the heavy thicket of sumach. Catching the
excitement of the occasion, the Deacon fol-
lowed them at little distance
Without discovery 81 and Shorty made
their way to covert within an easy 30 yards
of where the hOrseman sat rather uneasily on
a fine, mettled animal. They took good
look at him. He was a young, slender man,
below medium hight, with curly, eoal-blaek
hair, short whiskers, q hooked nose, and
large, full eyes. tie wore gray suit Of
rather better make and material than was
customary in the rebel army He had a re-
volver in his belt and a carbine slung to his
of using either His right hand rested ON
his thigh, and his eyes were intently fixed on
the distant picket-post.
"A rebel scout" whispered 81. Shall
we knock him over, and then order him to
surrender, or halt him first. and then shoot?"
He can't git away" said Shorty. II
have him kivvered. You kivver his hoss's
head Then call him down. $3.50
81 drew his sights fine on the horses head,
and yelled.
Surrender, there, You dumbed rebel''
The man gave quick start, swift glance
at the blue uniforms and instantly both
hands went up.
''Dat's ish all righd, poys. Ton't shood.
I'm q friendt," he called in strong German
accent.
'Climb down off o. that hoss, and come
here, and do it mighty sudden called out
ST, with his finger still on the trigger.
The horse became FESTIVE at the sound Of
strange voices, but the man succeeded in dis
mounting, and taking his reins in his hand
led the horse up to the fence.
Ferry gladt to see you, poys," said he,
surveying their blue garments with undis-
guised satisfaction, and putting out his other
hand to shake
Take off that revolver and hand it here,'
ordered the wary Shorty, following the man
with the muzzle of his gun. The man
slipped his arm through the reins, unbuckled
his revolver, and handed it to Shorty ST
jumped over the fence, and seized the car
bine.
Who are you, and where did you come
from?" asked 81, starting the man up the
road toward the post.
What richinint do you pelong TO-, asked
the stranger, warily.
I'VE belong to Co. Q, 2OOth Injianny. the
best regiment in Gen RosecIanss army" an
swered ST proudly, that the captive might
understand where the honor OF his taking
belonged.
Dat ish all rigid, said the stranger, with
an air OF satisfaction. The 200th Intianny
is a ferry goot richimint | saw dem Whip
Chohn Morkans cavalry at Kreen Riffer.
Clumsy farmer poys, but shoot like porn
teffils''
But who are you, and where did you come
from?' - repeated ST impatiently
I'm all rigid. I'm Levi Rosenbaum, of
Gen. Rosecrans's SECRET serfice. l got some
news for him"
You have?" said ST suspiciously "Why
didn't you ride right in and tell it to him?
What'ye you bin hangin' around here all after
ternoon, watchin' our post for 2"
II wasn't sure You vaSS dere. L .vaSS tOldt
dat de Yankee Buckets vass kong to be pusht
oud to Kripple Teer Greek to-day, put l
tint know it for sure. | yass afrait dat de
reppe6 yass deere yet Chin Chones, off de
secret sertice, had akreed to come out dis
afternoon and wave flag if id vass all rigid.
vaSs Waiting for his sign. Put he is probably
trunk. He alfays gets so when he reaches
CAMP"
The Deacon joined them in the road, and
gave a searching look at the prisoner.
Amt you a Jew?" he inquired pres
emily "Ain't your name Rosenbaum?
Didn't you go through Posey County, Ind, a
year or two ago, with wagon, seliin' packs
o. cloth to the farmers?"
Pm an American citizen, said the man
proudly, ode same as de rest of you. My
relichion is Hebrew. | ton't know, andt
tOn't care what your relichiOn isS Fiery man
hass What relichion dat suits him. My name
is Rosenbaum. l tit sell Cloth in Posey
County, unit all ofer Intianny. Id vass goot
Cloth, too, unit | soldt id ad pargain."
= 1t certainly was good cloth, and cheap"
admitted the Deacon. "What in the world
are you dom down here, in them clothes? ?"
Pm TONG yoost What desc men air toings
here in ter gloze," answered ROsenbaum.
: IN drying to- serfe de country. I'm toing
id different from dem because I'm built diff
ferent from dem. / hope Pm toing it as veil.
Put Pm awful hungry. kOt anything To
eat? YoOst a Cup of coffee and cracker?
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