The Hocking sentinel. [volume] (Logan, Ohio) 1871-1906, 1899-03-16

his colonel was MS master, and the
regiment began TO find out that it had
| q colonel.
A Rooster In the Ranks.
Since so much is being written Of
the mascots on board the various bat
tleships Of the navy, special interest
may be felt liz an historic game cock
that followed the fortunes of certain
Southern regiment during three years
service in the war This historic rOos-
ter was known to his regiment, nhe
Third Tennessee, by the sobriquet Of
Donelson, and he was the property Of
Jerome B. McCanless, first lieutenant
| of Company H. Jake Joined the COM
pany at Camp Cheatham, May %, 1861,
and his admission cost Lieut.. McCan-
less a silver dime. His intended fate
was the messpot, but when his attenu-
ated form had rounded its shape it was
see that he was no rdinary rooster. In
point Of fact he was game and born
fighter, and the .giment was glad to
offer him enlistment and immunity
from every danger. save. Of course. tine
enemy's bullets.
From that day he became the pet Of
his immediate commanding officer and
was the pride of the regiment. Many
day in camp he made sport with
rival from some mess coop, and on the
march he found a comfortable perch on
tho l,papSoc cly nf como acro,n,n I'D a f}ny
private; or, II the tramp was long
one, he took the seat Of honor with the
driver of the baggage wagon.
From Cheatham he went with his
company to Camp Trousdale, Bowling
Green, Russellville and to Fort Donel-
son. Here, during the siege, he was to
be seen ON the breastwOrks, and at fire.
Quent intervals gave vent to lusty
crows Of defiance to the enemy and Of
encouragement to the besieged. Many
Of the company begged that he be re-
moved from SO dangerous a position,
but the lieutenant refused, for he knew
how Jake would pine If he could not
share the dangers Of his comrades
When there was the shrek of shell
Jake sounded that low. cultural warn
ing so common to chickenhOOd, and
would hug close to the breastworks.
At the surrender he fell in with his
company as q prisoner and made the
long trip to Chicago without special i'll
terest until, marching through the city
streets, where the populace lined the
sidewalks and jeered at the ragged
Confederates, he mounted his masters
knapsack and gave the loud familiar
cock ck-a-doodle-dOo," as a cheer to the
downhearted boys. 1t was the signal
for the regiment to give the old rebel
YELL and give it they did as only brave
and uncOnQuered hearts could.
Jake was mustered out and went to
Cornersville, Tenn, where his fame
had preceded him; the citizens came for
miles to see and welcome the old war
rior. Here, in 1894, he died suddenly,
and on the following day, lncased In a
handsome casket and attended by
many old friends, he was buried
Same Story Brought Up Again.
zone Of the best stories of the late
war;" said the captain. was told of a
volunteer who was at home a man of
wealth. He had performed all his du-
ties without murmuring, until one
stormy night he was detailed to guard
wagon load Of provisions. He stood
in the rain for a time, aud then asked
the corporal not to relieve him, but to
go to the Colonel and find out how
much the wagon and its load was
worth. The messenger returned with
the statement that wagon and contents
were worth say $40O. Thereupon the
guard drew his check for that amount,
and sent 1t to the colonel with the
statement that he would buy the whole
darned outfit and go to bed.
"A!l this may have happened, but
the same story was told of volunteer
in the civil war. While l was down at
the Stone River National cemetery at
MurfreesbOrO, Tenn, the other day
Superintendent Barrett showed me
practically the same story in copy Of
Harpers Magazine for June, 1854. In
this story the hero Is Private Koch, a
soldier Of the Philadelphia Machpher-
son Blues. Koch, " no was worth ST.
500 600, had enlisted In the Blues as a
holiday soldier, but the company or
regiment was ordered out IN the Penn
sylvania whisky instructions of 1874.
The campaign was not at all to the
liking of the citizen soldiers, but they
resolved to do their duty.
Koch, who was large outdoor un-
derwriter in Philadelphia, was detail
ed one stormy night to guard a bag
gage wagon. After remaining at his
post for an hour the sentinel called for
the corporal Of the guard. When the
corporal came Koch asked to be re-
lieved for few minutes that he might
go and see Macpherson, the brigade or
regimental commander, on important
business. He went to the quarters of the
general whom he Outranked as a busi-
ness man, and asked what might be the
value of the wagon which he was
guarding. The general at venture
said $1,000. Thereupon Koch said,
Very well, General Macpherson,
writes 4 check for der moneys and den
| shall go to my BEDS"
Five Generations.
A unique experience has fallen to the
lot of an old fisherman living in the vii
lage Of Buckle, in Scotland. He was