The daily journal. (Salem, Or.) 1899-1903, 1900-02-19
I.WAR.
a Story of War and Pc
BY CHARLES H DAY

/ tie southern girl, said one morning to a
small boy dressed in blue who upon
her approach had half risen to sitting
posture beside Il patch which led botn
TO a spring and a negro cabin. within
hailing distance Of the spot where the
reclining uniformed figure was gazing
In open eyed wonder on the vision OF
Juvenile lovelIness.
Yes, I'm a Yank." replied the boy,
lnstinctlvely saluting. You can tell
that by my blue" Then be paused for
| a second and said hesitatingly. "Of
| course you are--are a.
The boy In blue blushed, aud the lit
/ tie maid. with twinkle In her eyes.
/ said:
"A little rebel Do you surrenderT
Hardly" replied the boy. making an
endeavor to take his feet. but falling
back until he supported himself upon
his elbow An expression Of pain
swept over his face which startled the
child as she exclaimed In sympathetic
tones.
"Oh. dear, what a pity! You are
wounded. and only q boyw Then. as n
reinsurance. she added: "You needn't
be afraid. Yankee hoy. ! won't hurt
you. and all the gray soldiers are gone
away"
Where am ~ asked the drummer
boy.
"You are on the Clayton plantation,
Yankee boy. My mother says that II Is
20 miles from nowhere and the last
place that was made"
There's been big fight" said the
boy. (Which licked|
Mother says that she reckons they
both got all they wanted and then
Withdrew In good order" answered
the girl.
where ls your fatherT
Licking Yankees" was the reply,
with q great deal OF energy thrown
into the worCs
"Oh. ho!" exclaimed the boy. and
then. In spite OF himself he permitted
a groan 10 escape hls lips.
"Oh, dpar!" said the girl. coming
close up to him. Are you hurt much.
little lansce boyT
For the moment the boy In blue had
forgotten himself as he asked In anx'
iety:
Please little girl. have you seen my
drumT
The girl looked up and down the
path on either side. and at length sue
discovered the wreck OF the martial
instrument.
Here II Is. little boy" said the girl,
with much dignity.
"rhanks. miss" said the soldier boy.
"Thp rpbs have shot II fun OF holes,
and It's no good. Throw II away"
The girl threw the shattered drum
into the bushes.
"What can | do for your asked the
girl. somewhat perplexed at the sltua-
tlon.
"I'll tell you" replied the boy. And
! want you 20 do II right quick. | want
you 70 get me out OF this right smart
for scouting party OF rebs might
come riding this way and capture me-
or worse
"Yankee boy. my mamma would
have a Il, II she saw you Ia that blue
suit. She hates you all! Let me see
let me see!'
Then she clapped her hands and ex-
claimed:
II know what I'll do. I'll 20 10 old
81. down al the cabin. He and auntie
are the only ones OF all the slaves who
have not run away TO follow the Yam
KEGS 81 will do anything for me. BE
as patient as you can while ! am gone,
for Il won't he long"
II was not long that the lad had to
walt. but WHEN the people returned
with the two colored people he was
quite faint. and gasped'
"Water!"
Bring the gOurd from the spring.
commanded austie. who mad arrived In
advance OF her rheumatic husband.
The labors OF years and perfect
health had given the black woman Inn
mense strength. and the drummer boy
was llttle more OF a burden 10 her than
an Infant
Gladys ran on ahead 10 the cabin.
Auntle strobe on. taking such Immense
steps that her husband. 10 vain en-
deavor 70 keep up. WAS taken with ht
of coughing and was Obliged 10 take q
long rest 10y the wayside. When ne
did arrive az the cabin. the hoy In blue
was snugly hidden away in IL privacy
and receiving the kind offices OF the
colored woman. who had had many
years OF experience in nursing.
Now that the wounded drummer 0oy
was made as comfortable as possible.
auntie closed the cabin door and saio
AS lmprpsslvely as II she were reeiting
one OF her best ghost stories;
you hear me. Miss GLADYS. an you,
ole manf You huth done keep yer
mouth shut bout this ere young oh.
You both All know thai the missy az
the big house IL jest pizen on the Nan'
gees. fer all shes IA dretful good won'
an. But for all that we mustn't let
her know CT this little chap a-hldin
ere any mere than's II twas a-hidin
Linkum hisself
u.-PEACE.
Lines" said the head or the house
TO a favorite commercial traveller who
had Just returned from an extended
tour. do you know anything OF the
southg"
"a little" was the reply,
How far south have you beenf
Richmond"
"Ahr exclaimed the head OF the
aOuse "l.0ng getting rherer
Pretty nsar three years"