The Denison review. [volume] (Denison, Iowa) 1867-current, 1902-10-21

were pressing our lines and there
were symptoms of falling back, Rose
Grams suddenly dashed betwaen the
federal and confederate lines like
the very spirit of war. Ee passed but
few steps from wksfe was. I can
feel his presence get. His hat had
blown off. His irmly-set face see med
as thccgt ne was made for a god of
battle. Swinging his sword he called
osst to us: Stand firm, my men, for
your flag and country
'How he escaped, God only knows.
The very air was full of lead, and
death was holding high carnival
along his pathway; yet fearlessly he
rode into the very teeth of death,
successfully rallyirg his men for the
mighty struggle before them"
Capt. Scott Belden, who narrated
the story of the surprise party at
headquarters, has long been tenn
perance man, but in army days, and
for some years subsequently, the old
soldiers all took naturally to COM
missary whisky, as indicated in the
story told. One of Belden's friends
narrates the following about him:
There was reunion of the vet
Grams Of the Second Iowa cavalry, at
rived he found the boys playing cards
and drinking ginger pop, sarsaparlla
and other very unsolderlike beyer-
ages. Belden inquired for the whis-
ky, and was informed that in that
prohibition town there was no whis-
ky, except at drug store where it
might be procured in small quantities
on a physicians prescription. Belden
simply remarked: I'm going out on
a foraging expedition" and inside Of
an hour he reappeared with big
tin pail full Of whisky.
He first went to the drug store,
rushed at the German-American pro-
prietor, calling: Give me pound Of
fax-seed, pint of linseed oil, anu
a pint of turpentine, as quick as pos
sible, 1 must save the life of that.
horse, SO please hurry
The goods were hastily prepared
and throwing ten-dollar bill on thes
counter, Belden rushed out sayings
"Never mind the change just now.-
Time is everything with me-"
Then he went and bought new tin
pail, and covered the bottom with
pure spring water. fastening into
the drug store, he shouted: pour
gallon of whisky onto this turpen-
tine, quick, and I'll save that horse
yet" Then he added: Don't stop to
measure it, just fill up the bucket and
hurry up"
The deed was done. The pure wa
ter looked like turpentine and the
druggist was unsuspecting. So Bel
den carried the whisky to the boys,
and renewed his wartime popularity
with them. But he wouldn't get whis-
ky for anybody nowadays.
Col Harlow A. Street, of California.
says that Grover Cleveland did not
treat Gen. Rosencrans with exact
| fairness in his first administration,
and when Cleveland's second namina-
ton was announced Gen. Denver
asked Rosencrans what he thought of
the nomination, whereupon the gem
eral replied:
"When l was a cadet at West Point
our class had month of holiday.
camping out. We selected cook by
lot with, the understanding that the
cook should serve until someone com
planned and then the complainant
must be cool. We all had good
| time for week except the cook, who
+, had to remain in camp. One of the
cadets was a Massachusetts boy who
liked pie for breakfast. The cook
made some fire apple pies, and placed
one of them right in front Of the
Yankee. He grabbed q big piece,
pushed half of it into his face, and
then spat il out, bowling about the
sickenipg amount of salt.
"'I'm sorry you don't like it, said
the cook. 1T is the best 1 can do, so
you can try cooking for awhile That
is good pie. l like it very WE'LL" and
cookie proceeded to eat piece of it
himself in the presence of all"
So Rosecrars, after narrating the
story, .aid: "As to the nomination, l
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