The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1899-06-03

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Mississippi.
The heavy door swings open, and we
enter into a broad hallway. To your
left is a room filled with the pictured
scenes of battleiields from the time OF
the revolution down to our late war
with Span. Here aud there we recog-
nize the familiar faces OF our national
heroes--generals, commodores and ad-
mirals, and others of smaller rank and
note, on land and sea.
Turning to the right we enter the
official headquarters of Adiutant-Gen-
eral Bell, who meets us with cour-
teous welcome and with the aid of his
efficient assistants, Captain Clark and
Major Mills, we are shown many OF
the curios of the place. The many
stands of arms, with their polished
bayonets, catch your first glance. As
YOU turn, a Calling gun, mounted and
ready for action, is significant re-
minder of the character of the building.
Above this dangerous looking gun on
one side hangs the starry flag OF the
republic, while on the other side is a
silken banner of white with the coat
of.arms of our own beloved state
beautifully embroidered thereon. As
The breeze softly stirs the sllken folds
Of the flags, they wave and droop' and
shape themselves into canopy lar
more beautiful than banners of gold
and royal purple, the insignia OF
monarchial and klngly power.
We turn to view the old swords and
stilletos that were used in our war
with Old Mexico; the heavy Colts
reyolyers and Bowie knives that saw
service when the Indians roamed ovef
Colorado and Arizona, and mystery
hung over the "Great American
Desert.n as the west was called In
those dark days, We see broken and
rusty weapons that were used when
Santa Ana marched with his armed
and disciplined squadrons against tbt
Texan patriots in all the pomp anG
pageantry of war, confident OF victory
but was met by the same splendic
courage which defeated the BRUSH on
so many hard fought fields, and wh'cf
hss descended from father to son ant
marks the character of the American
volunteers even to this day. We view
also, with sadness, here and there, ont
of the famous old Springfield rifles
rusty and worn, which was carried
through storm and sunshine, through
heat and cold, by those who wore th'
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blue and the gray, in our great clvl
war. Perhaps the men who bore theS'
now rest in heroes graves, beneath th'
green turf in the sunny southland
"soldIer. restl Thy warfare DER, ~
Sleep the sleep that knows no preahIns'
I Dream Of battle-nelds no more,
Morn OF Toll nor night OF waking
Yonder is a Spanish officers shor
sword with It's polished blade showing
little trace of use, and near it is
. Cuban mschette, keen-edged and crue
looking, fresh from the troplc glades o
an isle made historic by its tales O
wrong and cruelty. And here is
pistol, whose history, If 1t could oil D
2 told, would read like tale OF the day
8 of knight errantry, or OF Robin hooo
the famed outlaw of Merrie England
1t was the trusty weapon OF th
/ famous outlaw, Frank James, the sam
which he unbelted ana la,u upon VI
table of Governor Crittenden when h
walked into the governors Office an
surrendered himself for trial.
And now my eyes rest upon tw
rusty bars of iron lying in seclude
niche, and ask what place they hay
in this historic collection. They al
= " relics Of the good ship Maine, whicl
"a only fourteen mouths ago, rode
,r anchor in Havana bay, near the gloom
l. walls OF Moro Castle. Twisted ar
battered are they, and in no sem
objects Of beauty, yet, brought I