Morris tribune. [volume] (Morris, Minn.) 1880-2000, 1901-06-15
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!? AIM yJIN|EXIpIEG7T TED !!
/; i. IN PLEASURE.
A Story Of the Civil War.
BY FANNY DAY HURST.

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State famous for its hospitality: tn
chief actor, a stanch little rebel, VIII
| gloried far more in the fact that in thi
awful. time of war her, husband wa
one Of the bravest in Morgan's bravt
band of rough riders than she did IL
the knowledge that In the times O.
| peace no other home in all Kentucky
showed more elegance In It's appoint
ments than did hers; the exact time
an early morning in the early summer
when the inhabitants Of the town hat
awakened to find that, although few
hours before they had gone. to sleep il
Dixie, with "Desha's boys" camped II
one of the fine old woodlands just west
Of them, they had seemed to awaken II
Yankeeland, for their streets were I'LL
ed with 1000 bluecoats under Colone
Landrum.
Coming from her room on the morn
ing in question, with her boy in hel
arms, Mrs. PEBBLES met at the door
two negro women, their black faces
filed with terror and their bodies quiv.
ering in an agony Of fright.
what is it, mammy7 Quick! Has
anything happened to-
Her mistress anxiety dispelled her
own fright In an instant, and the elder
Of the two answered: Mass Jeems
No, chile, Dress Gawd, l hopes he an
Gin'l Mawgin is still mekin hit wawm
To- de fnimy In Ten'see. But dis mawn-
~ boRo, II 11oa ~, u - n.oyv11 a p,cb,D IN
my cabin an say de Yankees done got
us, an sho' 'nun, Miss Annie, de towns
done live wild 'em. Heah, gimme dat
chile, honey, kaze you'se gwine drap
him sho'. Sit down, now, an dom take
on so. might "a knowed you couldn't
stan dis fright"
"But what has happened to our
boys?" Mrs. PEBBLES asked, stepping to
the door and glancing into the street
at the line Of soldiers stationed at in
teryals as far as she could see. Were
many Of them killed 2"
"Whut dat you sayY And Casters
face spread into grin. mot much
am dey killed. Dey done got de news
dat Kunl Landrum comm wild q big
Yankee ahmy, an dey jes' fol- up dey
tents an lef', an dey amt sprecify no
regrets, nuther. Dey do say, Miss An
ME, dyah comp'ny brack niggers
'mongst de Yankee soldiers an dat we
all IL have to feed de whole kit an
Doodle Of 'em."
The little woman's eyes flashed as
she answered.: IT for one shall not
feed any Yankee soldiers, and you may
send for me If any Of them come
around. All, good morning, uncle!'
The last was spoken to a negro sol
der who wore the blue uniform and
who had come up the walk as she
spoke.
Good maWnin, missfs. I tes' wants
to use yo' saw eff you can femme have
it To- little while. We done mawch
all hight, an we's mighty tired an hon.
CRY, an we has to cut some wood 70
de f1Rhs."
Eyes, indeed. OF course you can
have the saw" answered Mrs. PEBBLES
quickly. kit, show the man where
to get the saw, and let him have the
woodhorse too"
A suppressed laugh from behind her
brought smile to Mrs. PEBBLES face,
and she turned to the older negro to
say:
Nanny, I am sure that negro was
ten feet high"
mo, Miss Annie, 'tWarn his bein a
big man whut done hit, but you knows
you aim gwine turn no hongry niger
frum yo' do. "Tain't In you, an you
can't do hit, even eff you does wanter
kaze he got on dem blue clothes
A few days later martial law was de-
clared. What was coming no one knew,
and so strict was the surveillance
that not one word could be got from
he outside world. When the military |
'ule had begun, the supply of food had |
seemed large enough to last perhaps |
'tx weeks, but at the end Of the first
month the supplies began to run low,
ret neither market gardener nor gro
.er was allowed to bring food into the
own. Evidently the Federals were
setting ready for the early advance Of
] Confederate troop and were using
very precaution to prevent the enc
ny gaining any advantage.
One evening during this anxious time
8 Mrs. PEBBLES sat in the twilight
rooning lullaby to her baby boy
laster came into the room and asked
q a low tone:
cam de little lam asleep, Miss An
ie7''
Not quite, nanny" the mother an
wered and smiled to see the little fell
w SIT up and hold out his arms to the
Id nurse, who said: 4.
Oats right, Come to yo' nanny,
oney, an she'll tell you about Brer
abbit Dyah is a Yankee capting in
library, Miss Annie, an he says he
lus' see you, dat dyah some business
? mus talk to you about . f.
When Mrs. PEBBLES entered the libra ,
I, the soldier stood looking at d pic.