The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1899-11-23
TWO KINDS OF FIGHTING.
MIR. LINDSAY RECALLS THE KINDS
THAT WAS DONE IN THE CIVIL
WAR.


morouS Appreciation of the south
ern Soldiers, Who We're the
toughest Lot of Human Painters
That Even Wore Uniforms"
From the Chicago Record.
Ii was at the breakfast table that Mr..
Scott Lindsay. a veteran of the real war,
read something about the anniversary OF
the battle of san Juan and began to
breathe heavily through his nose.
Great grief motheri' he exclaimed,
looking across the table at his wife.
''Hore's something thaTd make Old Gen.
Sherman turn over in his grave. They've
golu' to celebrate the anniversary Of the
battle Of san Jewani Tnunderation.
The battle of san Jewani Battle! Gosh, all
fshhooks! Battle! say, if the old boys that
w with the Army O. Tennessee ever start
ed in to celebrate the anniversary of every
burned little popgun skirmish like that
battle O. San Jewan we wouldn't do moth
in but celebrate, day in and day out, from
one years end to another. Wed have to
get up in the night and annyverserate.
Battle. Battle nothin! Wy. round Vicks-
burg there we used to roll out in the NOR
min an fight three or four o them battles
Just to whet our appetites. We didn't
cal EN- battles, though We knew the diff
ference between battle and strawberry
festival | went out rabbit shootn sew
eral times last winter, you may reckollect.
Well / didn't never come back and say
I'd been in a battle, did I?'
"Oh, well, father, you must make some
allowances" said Mrs. Lindsay. These
boys don't remember the other war"
Il guess they don't-I just good an
-
be spoutn so much about bein' heroes an
all that. There's a blamed sight O differ
ence between chasin' some runt of a dago
with a white feather in each hand and
chasin' a six-foot Johnny Reb that jest
raises up on his hind legs and comes at
you like a runaway horse. breathin' smoke
out of his nose and ears, y Cory, an yell
lin like an Injun. It's easy enough to
chase anything that runs the other way
but this hero jobs got its drawbacks
when the other fellow gets 1t into his
head that he wants to do the chasin' an
swoops out o. the woods like an Ioway cy-
clone, by gosh, pumpin' lead into you till
you get too heavy to run. Battle! When
We had 'em stacked up until we couldn't
see over 'em an every regiment 'uz whit
tied down to a company an our flags uz
blown into carpet rags an the blood got
so deep 1t wet the ammunition in the
wagons we used to begin to suspect we'd
had a battle Somethin' a little less argy-
mentative than that we called a skirmish.
Anything the size o the San Jewan bas-
ket-meetin we didn't keep no tally of at
all That kind o. come under the head o.
target practice"
II wouldn't be too hard on 'em, father
They say these boys fought real well down
there i'm Cuby."
"Well, to see 'em struttin' around town
here in their cowboy hats and gassin' in
front of every store you'd think, by cracky
fzof - her, haA ohau mad n
thousand O them Spanish generals, whis-
kers an all. You take some old codger
that crawled through them swamps for
four years, dodgin' minnie balls and moth
in to keep him alive but bareback an hot
slough water, an he amt In It no more
with one o. these cussed little whipper-
snappers by ginger, that-wel you ought
to heard old Cap Nesbit the other night,
after post meetin'. He made a few re-
marks about these kid soldiers that would
MT pass muster in crowd o women, but
they wuz satisfyin' to me-"
81 don't see why Cap Nesbit wants to
pick onto these boys. | think they deserve
lot o. credit for enlistin an goin' down
there in that hot country to fight"
"Enlstin's all right an fightin's all
right, if you do It, l don't bregrudge no
man the credit of goin' out an fightin for
as they went, but I don't want no kid to
tell me what war is until he's been through
one. These young fellers got a sniff o
blood and now they think they've been
through the slaughter house There's old
Dan Bailey that got shot so often he
didn't mind it at all toward the
last; laid in Andersonville till he
was rack of bones; come home
here loolxin' like a corpse ant
amt seen well day since, and he ain't
as big a man in this town to-day as tina
grandson o. his that went down there t.
POrtV Rico last winter an laid "a q
mock for six months smokin' cigarettes
He's what they call a hero noW-had an
ice cream reception for him when he come
home, didn't they? don't reckullect tina
anybody had an ice-cream reception FOL
old Dan when he come home
Heroes wuznt quite so gosh-dang
ed scarce about that time. Nobody pal,
any attention to 'em. They used to shiV
EN- in here by the carload, an most of en-
went right on Through town an on to tn
graveyard. WuZnt 1t you, mother, tina
wuz readin the other day about some reg
iment that wouldn't get on a train becu
they wuZn't no sleepers? Great Jehose
phatl I'd like to see somebody ask oil
Col. Griggs for sleepin' car. I'd like (
hear what he'd say. Sleepin' cars! w
wuz tickled to death to get box cars, cat
tie cars-anything on wheels. We didn'
need no porter to brush our cloze, for tn
darned good reason that we didn't have n
close to brush. Then there's all that tau
about embammed beef We'd a bee
might glad to git it-embammed petrihed
mouldy or any other way. We thought W
wuz lucky If we could get a little hunk {
salt pork to drop in with the beans nov
an then. We wuznt out on no moon
light excursion, by gosh, playin tag wit
a lot O. tambourine players. We wuz ou
in the underbrush, dad ding my button,
havin IL out with the toughest lot o hu
man panthers that ever wore uniform.
An yit. like as not If we go to breakir
in on this San Jewan celebration. we
git a back seat in the gallery We ain
heroes, | guess, wy on Decoration da
these kids marched in front. every one {
'em puffed up like a toad in thunder
storm-bigger man than old Grant as tn
Teller says Now, they're gon' to Gel,
brate the anniversary of San Jewai
There was another likely skirmish abol