The National tribune., 1899-06-22

of truce. During these Trying
times | saw soldiers eagerly snatch
ing at the crumbs and pieces falling
from the cracker boxes in transfer.
When beeves were killed, the horns,
tails and hides were all carried oil,
cooked and eaten, or made INTO
soup, and the rebels being able to
see this from their lookouts on
Missionary Ridge taunted our
pickets with it. A rebel soldier, to
make fun. would shake his coat-tall
and below like bull; but it was
taken good naturedly, for picket
firing had ceased, yet the pickets
were forbidden to communicate
with one another.
Picketing on the front OF the
army was performed by regiments;
and it seemed that the rebels did
the same way, for my regiment was
frequently on duty at the same
time as a North Carolina regiment,
which we knew by the Commlssary
Sergeant, who was a short, tat man,
and wore a woman's red shawl
around his shoulders, of whom the
bows made lots of fun. After night
some of the men would get to each
other at times and exchange varl-
Gus articles, despite all precautions
of officers. There was spirit OF
hilarity pervading our men despite
the hard times, while the rebels,
having plenty, of course felt jolly.
If a field officer of the day went
along our line the rebel pickets
would jump out of their gopher
holes" stand at attention" and
present arms to him as he passed;
but when his back was to them,
they placed the thumb to the nose
with the fingers extended outward,
and a general litter followed HIM
up in the rear.
Many a hungry soldier loitered
down to the river bank and watch
ed the pontoon bridge and the
swinging ferry boat, which worked
on a rope fastened to an island IN
the river opposite the town, and
wished that he could get across to
raid up the valley or over to Sc
quatchie to get the fat pullets and
peaches which he knew were to be
found in abundance at Tracy City.
and Altamont, and Pelham, and
in all the coves and valleys. But
the grim sentinel had flis gun, with
bayonet fixed, and the Waldron'
Ridge looked at him and tauntee
him with the rich stores it hac
behind so he buckled his belt {
little tighter, and returned to camp
whistling when the cruel war Is
is over"
They tell me that the most des
perate and exciting games of pokel
were played at this time by gam
blers who had managed to accumu
late little corn. 1t was NOR
precious than money. One gran
ante and 20 grains limit Th'
winners revelled in boiled hominy
or parched corn, but the unfortun
ates had nothing to do but ours
their luck and go hungry.
The type and press of the Chat
tanooga Rebel were put in orde
r under charge of Capt. Drury, of
/ Wisconsin battery, and soon W
had spicy newspaper with volun
: teer editors and compositors;; bu
while we ran our paper in town
: Watterson and Faxon managed t
1 run their Chattanooga Rebe
L with type, ETC., from Atlanta, in tn
e Confederate lines, behind Missio
t Ridge. They finally pulled OF
d with it to Atlanta with Joe Johr
i ston, where it collapsed whe
e Sherman took the town-not, hov
h ever, before it had made itself +;
d nous as a spicy army sheet.
S remember that when Sherman Wa
n threatening Atlanta in Angus
n 1864. Gov. Joe Brown-agaln:
5, Hoods protest-obtained permi
1t sion from Jeff Davis to furloug
IS the Georgia Militia, to go home al
d gather their sorghum crop. Th
lie took great many men out of Il
d trenches and from defensive point
and vexed Faxon. who indit,
d and published the following in Il
Of Chattanooga-Atlanta Rebel, whi'
t. came near leading to his ARE.
1, "Tumultuous horror brooded O
~ the van,
- Presaging wrath to Georgia and
II II oh, Heavens cried Joe, we mt
~ our sorghum save.
a. Is there no hand on high to shie
> the brave?
What though destruction swee
VI these lovely plains?
u What's Liberty to us, so sorghl
=, III yet remains?
=. By that sweet name we raise c
>, knives on high,
~ And swear to cut it as we live,
M And suck it as we die. !"
in ITO be continuedl
.er Man. m,a.
an Detroit Journal.