The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1905-03-02

CHAPTHER XII.
I'm THE TEETH OF THE BRIGADE"
Once more the Badger Hoosier bri-
gade was swinging away southwest
ward. For the sixth time in less than
year the men of the BLACK Hats
al the head of column had picked their
way over the stone-ribbed pike, saying
opprobious things of Virginia path
masters. An impudent lot were these
follows in the imitation ''Kossuths."
Aarvelously snappy and precise in
Gin, steady on parade enduring on
ne march and reasonably respectful
toward their officers (whO were the
fnly ones in the division TO don and
habitually wear the fulldress headgear
0f the regular service), the rank ana
fle We're blessed with not a little
soldier skepticism as to the value OF
stability OF other commands in and out
Of the brigade, and a calmly critical
attitude toward officers other than
those of their selection. They had not
been over well content with their
original field and staff, and, for lack of
leaders Of that rank. had become some
what split up at first Bull Run, fight
ing sturdi!y all the same by company
on squad TO the flag end. and never
moving they were whipped when
finally "herded" of the field. Now,
however. they had men at their head.
colonel, observation-disclosures and major
by whom they positively swore and
on whose skill and yalOr they would
have banked their last cent. Yet, with
al their regard for these. their hon
ored leaders, it must be owned the
Black Hats gave them lots of trouble.
They would guy the rest of the brigade
aud lord it generally over the whole
division. only one other regiment Of
which had as yet faced the foe in
battle. They had a curious defect of
vision when outside" officers happened
along, and were forever being COM
planned of as falling to render hOnors,"
whereat they were heard on more than
one occasion unblushingly to declare
they saw, but didn't suppose the strang-
ers could be officers. They were pre-
ternaturally keen sighted as sentries
toward men of other regiments run
ming guard or smuggling contraband
Of war, and were correspondingly blind
when the culprit was Of their own
complexion. They we're probably the
best drilled and positively the worst
hated regiment in the whole division
and relished one distinction quite
as much as the other-when they were
marching this third time on Manassas,
and the little West Pointer in saddle
at their head thanked God that at last
he had them where, with work against
a common foe. there was possibility
of keeping them out of mischief.
Centreville had been passed, Bull
Run recrOssed, and Bristoe reached
a point beyond their previous explo-
rations. Then back had they to go
10 meet a threatened raid on their
railway communications, and that
matter settled, again they were trudg-
ing through the well-remembered
wood roads when, as a turn of the
way brought their foremost company
in full view of the fine sweep Of
country off to the west, the gray
bearded colonel. for the time com
handing the brigade, refined out to
the right for a look at his men, and
his tall bOrn-soldier of an edjutan,
rode alongside the black-bearded, dark |
featured, stOcky little leader of the !
Black Hats. pointed with his gaunt- !
letted hand TO the blue curtain Of the |
Bull Run range and remarked: "I'd |
give a good deal to know Just what |
that faliouv Taoienn'a doing habfud /
that screen to-day"
Why sol" asked OConnor, shortly. ,