Montour American. (Danville, Pa.) 1866-1920, 1902-08-14

I'll thrain We up to the lightweight
championship aV Ameriky whin we
git back to Summcrton."
About this time there was a Visible
Scarcity Of JohnnIes in fighting trim.
In fact, there was but One-the only Of
ficer who seemed to be with the party.
He had an eye like a hawk and had
dashed to and fro as rapidly as if try
Ing to learn our number and resources.
Suddenly 1t occurred to him that he
had done and learned all in his power
and that ii was time to return. | tried
to head bin off and bring my rail to
bear upon him. At the same moment
Mick roared:
"Grab their muskets an their ammy-
milton! Git back to the fince an fOire
wild 'em as fast as yez kin! Niyer
moind aimin', but make oil the noise
yez kin, so they'll think we've cleaned
out their skirmishers an are beginnin'
the foight ag'in"
Fully half Of us had had some mill
tia practice with muskets, and all the
others had used muZzle leaders against
large or small game before the war, so
we made quite q racket, which, TO my
delight, caused the enemy to break into
fompanies and move to the rear under
the natural impression that their sklr-
mishers had been overcome and we
had resumed business at the old stand.
But was still In chase of the officer.
Once / succeeded IN knocking him
down by tripping him, but he was on
his feet again in an instant. Suddenly
l saw Sergeant Mick near me, brandish-
ing his severed arm. The sleeve had
fallen from it, and it was really a
slightly though displaced human men,
Der. l would give half my possessions
and hopes for one like 1t, for twas a
mass of muscle, with an elbow joint as
big and protuberant as n cobblestone.
Mick raised 1t to the position of rear
cut against cavalry" and landed 1t
fairly on the back of the officers neck.
The officer instantly landed on his own
back, and the fight for the fence was
over. Then Mick looked across the
fence, saw the retiring enemy and
croaked:
"They've throwed up the sponge!
Niver moind the killed an wounded
just yet Look quick to the Johnnies
as was punched wild the fince rails!
Glory be to the poikes av auld Ore
landI An tie the hans an fate av
thin that's gittin' over bein' groggy."
We obeyed orders and found some
very sick men, whom we bound so they
could not get away when they recover
ed. Then we did our best for the
wounded Mick had already sent an
other mounted messenger in search of
the regiment to report that the enemy
was retiring, and there was a fine
chance for chase and charge. But
the regiment was not found. 1t found
US two hours later The affair appear
ed to have been one of many of Its
kind, in which an advance Of the enc
my, accommodating in force, had been
reported so imperfecuy by negroes
from beyond the lines that our regi-
ment had taken the wrong road, found
nothing and, like many times before,
cursed "the reliable contraband" and
grumbled at a long, hard ride for moth
ing. But they buried the enemy's dead
for us, which was great comfort, for to
kill man and then have to bury him
is worse than war. l think it's worse
than hell.
Hadn't you better go back to camp,
sergeant, now that the fuss Is overr
suggested Brainard as we waited for
the regiment. Your wound needs at
tention."
Mick did not seem to hear. lie was
leaning against his horse. looking ten
derly at his severed arm, and we heard
him say, as If he were alone with 1t:
"Ah, Norah, little did yez iver know
av the strength ye was putin into that
arm whin twas around yer swate
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