The Houston daily post. [volume] (Houston, Tex.) 1886-1903, 1899-12-10

iumped up. with a yell of JOY and msdo
for cover of the grateful green corn hel'
near by.
That night after We mad captured and
we're paradlng Bull Nelson's army of
1000 men. Lieutenant Jones and were
bivouacking on blanket together, Worn
out and broke down from ceaseless march,
ipr and want of sleep, little hesi was paid
t, the noise and confusion OF the surroun1-
ing camp. Presently a hand touched me
ana a modest voice said Won't you 10,
an enemy bunk with your Certainly,
we both replied, "roll right in. We siid
he was army paymaster from Indiana. ZIG
had a large hand bag or grin. which ne
asked us to care for. saying the green
backs" in II would do us no good, put
somebody might take it from him II was
The arst time / ever heard the word
"greenbacks," and thought of course 1t
was some kind Of Yankee wildcat money;
such as flooded every town, village ana
cross roads in the South about that tlme'
and as he said, would do us no good
walked up before day. however, the
next morning with the Hord "grecnba ks
hazily haunting my head, ana instantly
/ determined to investigate further; tirneh
over and reached out after the paynlas-
/
and preenbacks were gone!" I never saw
him again. or course he went back to
Indiana rich man. aud told how we rebs
had robbed MIN.
Talking about Perryville, KY, one day
with a comrade he asked me II remem-
hered the hog pen there. told MIN
neyer saw IL and didn't know anything
shopt It, He then said: oh you couldn't
have been there If you didn't see the hog
pen.'' well, all the same. was very
much there nsistingly, land was in
slaughter pen and was especially present
at an individual hog service with Genera
Pat cleburne. My duties were to keel
nm communication with the division and
tho ordnance train and, as a consequence
was most of the time in all ranges, Ions
and short. of the enemy's missiles. stop
ming for moment near a little SfoWti
of brush to get my bearings noticed
an old SOW with litter OF young pig
] close 10 my horses feet Presently. a burs
az OF thunder, lightning, hailstormse arth
ouakes volcanoes and all the elements 0
violence at once turned loose, blinded
/ desfeued and knocked both me and tn
/, horse to the ground. Horse killed. SOY
. and pigs torn into sausage meat, ana
plastered all over Win lights, liver an
chittlngs' in such II way that even Gov
ernor Hogg would have caught an inspira
ton for his picturesque periods. And yel
strangely, was all unhurt, except
: Jagged wound right in the center OF n
0 tore nc ada jagged scar which ! sill
! wear and a partial deafness from IN
e bursting shell from which never sha
9 recover Then I was afoot, hat torn OF
o blood streaming down my face and blood
/, stun all over my clothes, when ] spie
q q horse hitched in a thicket across Ii
o field and went over and took possession
v II was Federal officers outfit and,
y course, became mine by right OF discover Uei
a and capture. When got back to Gel
q ersl cleburne he was afoot. Old Dixie
5 had been shot through with 6-Pound,
"a and the riders foot wounded with 4
= hall. He always managed 10 get wounds
81 In every battle in which he was engage
III was just the proudest KIND OF boy