Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1902-12-16
WAS WITH JOE SHELBY
Story Of q Capture in q Mis-
]. souri, Wilderness.
OLD-TIME LANDMARKS
RECALLED AT MEETING OF REM
INIsCENCE CLUB.
Swimming Places Of Long Aso-
Famous Journalistic Banquet
Tales Tersely Told.
0LD-TIME LANDMARKS

Tales Tersely Told.
II II not often that Captain Jake i'm
poses a story upon the "Reminiscences Club,
inasmuch as the captains recollections are
principally Of a political character and in
variably tinged and punctuated with the
views held by the ex-warrior: and. as poll
tics and religion are tabooed topics In the
seances Of the organization. the old SOL
der appears much oftener In the role OF a
listener. At the last meeting OF the club.
however. Captain Jake became inspired
with the idea that 1t was up to him to
break his silence, and he did
''At the recent gathering Of the Grand
Army In this city l was forcibly reminded
Of an event that occurred when the vet
Grams were here ten years ago. One after
noon while standing in front OF hotel
where l had enjoyed a sumptuous meal Of
hog jowl and greens. which I was supple
nenting with a fragrant perfecto. three
gentlemen passed me. They were decked
out with badges and medals and decora-
lions sufficient in splendor and number to
make a South American general scowl with
envy. One Of them. stout. jolly-looking
fellow. who was in the middle of the trio,
looked intently at me- and. after walking
few PAGES. stopped with his companions
and came back to where I stood.
Stranger he said, your face Ii ia
somewhere
"Quite likely you have said L Tn
often there.
Weren't you one of shelby's horse
81 was member of shelby's brigade Of
cavalry. II that's what you mean. I re-
piled.
"'same thing he said. Shake; no Of
He offered his hand and we shook
"I know your face the Grand Army
| man said, but can't remember your name.
II told him my name He introduced me
to his comrades. and then asked me IL 1
remembered being at Sand Spring, Mo-, a
place not far from the Arkansas line, dur
ing the last year Of the war. I was. and
SO informed him.
Eyes; I thought so the moment 1 saw
you just now,' he continued, and you are
the Johnny Reb, the Identical one, who
captured me with my command one after
noon
'"Then he turned to his friends and re-
lated the incident to them. referring to me
occasionally for confirmation Of certain
portions Of his story. which I give you
gentlemen just as nearly as 1 can recol-
had with him on that occasion force Of
about thirty men, and this Is his yarn, as
I remember 1t:
This Was His Story.
1--WE had strayed away from our COM
mand and got lost somehow or other In q
road through a pine wilderness, when we
were suddenly surprised by the appearance
OF the captain here. who had about sixty
men with him. We were disposed to laugh
at them at first, for, upon my word, they
looked like the remnant Of old Jack Fall
staffs army. Few Of EN- had shoes. and
a lesser number had shirts. Our merri-
ment was, however, nipped in the bud.
when one of our men CALCULATED:
d" Shelby men, by Jupiter!'"
1--WE then felt certain that we were on
the threshold Of dismal fate. and our fore
bodingS were In no way pleasant There
was not man of us who expected to see
another sun in the eastern skies, and this
feeling was not made any more comfort
able when we were ordered off the road to
little camp in the woods But we were
not shot. On the contrary, after taking
our shoes and our horses and some other
property, they put us under guard; gave US
some coffee made from parched corn,
which, true to their thieving interests,
think they stole from their half-famished
horses, and then the captain here and one
or two other officers went off a short dis
lance and had sort Of council Of war.
Apprehensive of Being Shot.
1--WE were still apprehensive of being
shot, but to our surprise were permitted to
lie down and sleep-those who could sleep
and next morning, under a guard-a heavy
one, well armed and carrying a flag of
truce-were started down the road. Even
then we feared direful results, but subse-
quent events proved they were not to be.
We were taken to our own command. The
captain shook hands with me, apologized
for not having been able to entertain us
more sumptuouSly and turned over to
our friends
well, we were together several hours
during that evening" said Capt. Jake, and,
of course buried the Ratchet in good style.
l had hoped to see him here again last o.
tober, but found that he had fought his
last battle and yielded to a conqueror from
whom man escapes"
Jake you don't mean to say you took
the shoes from those fellows feet and stole
their clothes. do your" asked the store
1--WE certainly did," said Capt. Jake.
"Of course. you did. 1t wouldn't have
been you if you hadn't" remarked the
storekeeper in his usual amiable and COM
plimentary way
Old Places in Washington.
The spirit moved one Of the reminis-
cencers to speak OF old localities In this
city that have long been obliterated by tho
onward march of progress and improve
ment.
"Old English HILL" said he, twas one of
those localities. 1t was pretty big mound
and stretched from about Sd and North
Capitol streets to Massachusetts avenue
and E street. Why 1t was called English
1 never could imagine. the majority
Of those who resided on or about 1t were
Irish. This was in the days of the know
nothing party, and there were also a good
many anti-Irishmen within its classic pre-
cincts
IT remember that the States Hose, an or
ganization that was in frequent battle with
the Hibernian Club. had big Flagstaff on