The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1903-11-25
SARGE PLUNKETT.
Sarge Talks About Thanksgiving Day
During the War.
Atlanta Constitution.

ter might be killed or wounded and
fall into the hnnds oe the Yankees.
With such thought in his mind, I'm
ole Tom" decided to go upon the hat.
tie field and do whatever he could in
| case of his master getting hurt.
10 make the story short, the young
master was wounded and while tie
folks at the house, especially "Aunt
Dilsy," we're blaming "Uncle Tom"
for running away to the Yankees at
such q time, shat individual had ar
rived az the battle field, found his
wounded master, taken him upon his
back and was making speed as fast as
ne could to escape capture and place
the master safe at home,
Fortunately, sorry old horse VAS
run across and this relieved the old
negro Of his load and speeded them on
their way. The arrival OF "Unole
Tom" and tho master at home was en-
tirely unexpected. They peeped in
npen the soered and praying group
around the freside before making
their presence known, and what oc.
curred after it was known can better
be imagined than described and we
leave them for few hours to go with
"Aunt Dilsy" and ':Unole Tom" into
the seolusion Of kheir eva log cabin,
from where it was soon ascertained
that the Confederates had lost the
fight, were in full retreat and that the
Yankees had Missionary Ridge.
The sun was getting low in the west
when "Unole Tom" sailed forth from
his cabin and wended his way over the
mountain road that some OF the srmy
would have to travel-either the Yam
KEGS in their advance or the Confed.
crates in their retEeat.
"Uncle Tom" was disappointed in
seeing the marching Regiments, but
it was not long until he had discovered
train Of Yankee wagons fixing to
strike camp for she night on the side
Of the mountain. He smiled to him
self as he contemplated how nice it
would be If one OF those wagons were
to break their scotch cad go numbering
over the preoipioe.
We leave the old negro Watching
these wagons and smiling from ear to
ear, while we return to the nome Of
the wounded master and view the re-
joioing mothersand children upon the
saving OF the father and husband.
The wound had been dressed .
good bed had been prepared close to
che ase that burned in the fireplace,
the mother ves ready TO tuck the ehil-
dses away Tor che night when the very
least one OF them said in ell earnest
ness. and in beautiful faith:
''Msmma, We better pray some
more.,'
Pray they did, the mother leading,
and as the prayers were yet ascending
q great lumber wss heard from the
mountain side and the thought was
that q greet he%%llaasT had broken loose
and went tumbling co tho valley.
r. It was no bowlder-"Unole Tom
had crept up and slipped the scotch
from ono off, the Yankee wagons and it
went bouncing and rumbling to the
bottom, scattering the good things
then only known to the Yankees pre-
pared for day Of feasting at the COM
ing Thanksgiving and TO- be gathered
by q people who had nothing left after
the armies had gone.
Il The loosing OF one wagon was moth:
| ing TO the Yankees. They we're gone
on their way at daylight, aud sUnole
Tom. g Aunt Dilsy'' and the children
lgathersd hams, canned goods and ali
lsuch TO their hearts content.
'N.U Unole Tom smiled and ..Aunt
lDilsy fairly danced as they talked Of
the great bowlder Of the night before,
while che same little child turned 10
Tits mother, saying:
Mamma, dss pray some more and
den we il cat Thanksgiving
| Sarge Plunkett.
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