The Owosso times. (Owosso, Mich.) 1897-1926, 1904-08-19
TELLING OF
HIS BATTLES
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quilt as far as possible from any one.
There we were to be married In June
took everything needed with me ex-
tept razor, for 1 could never shave
myself without leaving sundry gashes,
and'one doesn't wish to appear with
hacked face on day when he would
| look his best. But on arriving at ELM
wood l was Mortified to discover that
there was no barber there.
On the morning Of my wedding day
awoke with a stubble face entirely
untitled for the OCCASION. After break
! east l questioned the servants and
found that five miles distant lived
man who at times barbered the farm
Frs He was a German by the name
Of Manteufel, and had served in the
civil war, having reached the noncom-
missioned grade of sergeant. l rode
out on horseback in search of Manteu-
fel, and while inquiring the way to
his farm it seemed to me that my in
formants looked at me with curiosity
not unmixed with awe. Upon asking
q boy If there was anything remark
able about the veteran he said that a
saber wound he had received in the
head had somewhat unsettled his
brain. People dreaded to get him to
talking about his battles, because he
usually became very excited in de-
scribing them.
When l came to ManteufePs farm
knew l had reached my destination,
for on the little porch sat soldierly
looking man with fierce gray mus
taches, smoking his pipe. asked him
If he would shave me. He hesitated,
spoke to some one within the house,
then said that he would. I dismount-
ed, and as l entered the gate a scared
looking little girl in a blue sunbonnet
went out Of it and hurried down the
road.
l was invited into a small room
where Manteufel had improvised bar
ber's chair and stretched myself upon
1t. Manteufel was very deliberate in
everything he did, and it seemed to
me that he was thinking about some
thing besides shaving me. He, spent
some time examining q couple Of
gan to strop it leisurely. After he had
done so for some time, began to won
der why he was so long about it, es-
pecially as he seemed to be stropping
his feelings at the same time
There is no time when a man Is
more keenly sensitive to unimportant
happenings than just before his we'd
ke,
ex-sergeant putting an edge on the
blade he was to hold in such close
proximity to my throat 1 began to wish
myself out and away. There was not
O sound in the house save the razor
beating against the strop. 1t occurred
to me that Il the ex-sergeant should
get to dreaming Of his battles the
wound in his head might lead him to
fancy he stood over q fallen Confed-
crate who must be dispatched at once.
Being nervous, / committed blunder,
touching on what l should have
avoided.
Sergeant" l said, and stopped, see
ing my -istake.
ZACH; you know 1 was a soldier.
dOW you KNOW tnat!
II didn't know 1t. r.
"a soldier once a soldier is always o
soldier. fights NIT Sigel fights mil
Meade, 1 fights NIT Grant"
1 had applied the match to the IN
fammable fuel, and must listen to more
in all my life put together. In illus
trating how he had severed q Confed-
crate head from the body with saber
he used the razor, initiating the hit
and draw motion necessary to do
good job Of cutting. In back stroke
with which he had saved himself from
an enemy in rear, while fencing with
scattering it in small bits on the floor,
Then, describing how he had on dark
night crawled upon and sabered
sleeping picket, he crawled up to me,
razor in hand, his eyes gleaming-my
hair standing on end-his nostrils di-
lated, every muscle of his body on the
alert
A man just before his wedding is not
only, as l said, keenly alive to unim-
portant happenings, but under such
strain as this especially mindful that
a tragedy at such time is doubly hor-
rible. My mind darted back and forth
between groom standing beside his |
bride, receiving congratula- |
tons, and that same groom lying In
BARRIERS chair with his throat cut from
ear to ear. If had only dared to rise |
and say that would not be shaved aft
er all!
But vat remember best" he went |
On, was the charge we made on
Confederate battery in the Wilderness.
and my company-captain and lieu
tenants all killed. In command led |
the way. / lost my saber, seized a
bayonet and plunged 1t into the heart |
pf gunner, the hot blood spurting"-
In came the little girl had seen go
Ing out, crying as If her heart would
break. The warrior collapsed, took the
child in bis arms and tried to comfort
ler.
"What is It, little one?" he asked
enderly.
ooh, grandpa, was chasedv'
CHASED, my child; by whatT"
"a sheep"
He kissed her again and again till
the was quite comforted then asked: