The times., 1898-06-04

woods grew into a black forest dark and
deep enough TO hide a thousand spies
then things got shiveriug and creepy and
that feeling of spies grew all over you
somehow, and il was an awful feeling
One Of the boys discovered fact for
himself: We all thought we had plenty
of courage when we left Washington"
he writes, but il seems 10 me it is some
thing you have to get by degrees, and it
comes and goes. at least at night when
spies are around"
One evening, though. another District
boy had a real, genuine scare worse than
any Spanish spy could give" He was
walking his post deep in the heart Of the
woods. keeping sharp watch Up the
road which wound from ChickamauSa
Creek when all at once q e footballs OF
g horse broke upon the evening silence
A man with a slouch hat and full san
dy beard and shaggy. determined brows
suddenly appeared al a bend OF the dusky
road, followed by an orderly also on horse
/ back. They rode directly past the young
/ sentinel. he was a boy who had never be
5 lieved in ghosts, but the orders 'Halt"'
( chOked in his throat. The rugged looking
/ officer was coming from the direction OF
( Chickamauga Creek. which the boy re-
membered signihed River OF Death
| Toward him rode man, as he thought.
whom every American soldier has learned
10 revere.
/ 1t was not improbable, he reasoned, that
/ the great Gen Grant should desire
to again review the thousands Of United
/ States troops encamped on the ground i'm
/ mortalized in his day. So he awaited
/ breathlessly. All az once his quick eye
| observed an eagle on the officers shoul-
der straps instead OF a star. This was in
/ comprehensive. He stopped the orderly.
Who is that colonel " he asked
He is Col Fred Grant" proudly an
swered the orderly, and the son Of the
/ late general
/ The guard breathed sigh Of relief. The
woods weren't haunted after all
! There are not many homes in the city
now to whom the war is not brought di-
rectly home. and news about our District
/ boys is awaited with more eagerness and
anxiety than from all the rest of the
army put together.
/ The boys are passing through an ex-
] perience they never dreamed Of They are
/ having a taste Of the life of their fathers
/ and grandfathers: they are active NOV
4 ing partisans in the live history of the
/ hour; living events themselves, an inte-
/ graI part of a historic struggle. The past
/ history of their country is resurrected
| into hot life; full, replete with meaning
/ as Ii has never been before 70 them, to be
interpreted as it could never have been.
To travel through new States and be
welcomed and Cheered by countless thoUs-
/ ands: to march where the soldiers of the
| infantry and cavalry and artillery of the
| civil war have marched: TO face hard
/ things; to encamp on the very battlefields
! where soldiers have died; where some
/ have died without a quiver OF fear or
/ horror, but with courage and exaltatiOn
| in the very face of the cannon. and whose
/ heroism, whether or not heard of or
I known to the world, has not failed to do
/ it's work as a generating force, nor ever
shall fail to do its work-all this strikes
now into the lives of our boys, and one Is
prepared not TO decry war because of the
personal force it engenders, the herOism
and the patriotism, and the victories or
brave deaths.
ETHEL MARIE ARMIES.