The citizen. [volume] (Berea, Ky.) 1899-1958, 1906-12-13
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|: Eighth Kentucky
!. History.
CHAPTER XIH.-Continued.
Thrilling story Of the Part this Gal
liant Regiment took In the Civil War

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right, we have
r. P.-"How'l you swap for some
Kentucky whiskey?"
e. Pint for pint. come over"
They met each other half way. with
out arms. After each had taken a
drink and exchanged exhilarating slim
ulants, the Eighth picket said:
How many men had Bragg In the
fight last week."
r. P.-"Some sixty thousand. How
many was they of you'ens?"
E. P.-Oh, about thirty thousand ="
r. P.-"See here, Yank, that's too
thin; you'ens were more'n we'ens.'
Then each turned TO his post
With the kind readers permission
we will look upon another scene in
army life, in strange contrast to the
bloody scenes We have just recorded.
Time, the 2Sth OF September. Dark
ness is spreading over the camp and
surrounding country. The numerous
oamp-fires Of the enemy are twinl1ling
for miles along the west side OF Mis-
sion Ridge. and the bright full moon
f. looming up over the host OF the
enemy. The last notes Of the bands
of the various headquarters are dying
in echoes up the broad Tennessee. Tn
rough and war-worn veterans Of the
Eighth and Twenty-first are collect
ing in a circular crowd Chaplains
Kindred and Burkett are about 10
commence divine worship, some Of
the men seated on the ground. some
on cracker boxes or other hastily i'm
provised Seats. In the midst rises an
aged, white haired mln, open book
in hand. A lighted candle in a bot
tie, placed on a pile OF cracker boxes
complete the pulpit Rrmngem snts.
None In camp are yet asleep. but I'M
usual quiet prevails The joker hns
hushed. all profanity celsas. The
aged man lines the hymn, Ashamed
Of Jesus" The soldier audience join
in the song their clear, rich voices
ring far out over the placid river.
Then follows an able. earnest petit
ton to the throne OF God for fallen
humanity and our suffering country.
Then the refugee preacher holds his
male auditors in rapt attntion for
more than an hour. dwelling az some
length on the wickedness OF the re-
bellion As the old man warmed up
on this subject, the peculiar curl of
his thin lips grows sharper, his grey
eyes kindle to fiery orbs. MS gestlcu--
lations grew more animaed. and his
countenance more furious With arm
flung on high, as If grasping after a
thundeTbolt to hurl at the leaders Of
the rebellion. he dew a picture OF
their crimes in appalling colors, de-
scribing the dreadful horrors Of this
useless destruction OF young lives.
At last the speaker descends from
his thunder tones, and his voice wall
ed out such pathetic sorrow for our
dead, and suffering wounded, Hs 20
cause the unaccustomed tears 10 glis-
ten on many bronzed cheeks, wind
ing up with a prayer 20 God If pos
sible to forgive the very leaders Of
the rebellion" and TO enable our army
to save the country and restore the
Union. Silence taps is sounding and
the grand old song, Praise God from
whom all blessings flow" is sung with
new meaning to many.
Owing to the difficulty OF wagon
ing supplies over the mountains from
Bridgeport, Alabama, the army only
received half rations. and that, too,
Of a very inferior quality Our boys
began to study ways and means 20
supply the much needed grub.
Sergeant Hironmus, Company, D,
brave and adventurous, but quiet
and cautious man, while on picket had
observed that the enemy daily drove
large herd Of Texas cattle from the
corral to the river. near the pickets.
for the purpose Of wearing them. He
also noticed that the careless. coward
ly herders frequently allowed the hun
cry kline to scatter along the river
bank, browsing on the green cane.
Frank said nothing, but on the morn
ing OF the 7th he ordered out a for
aging party composed Of Sergeant HI
ronmus, commanded by said sergeant,
clad In a rusty. dilapidated suit OF
butternut jeans. He took his trusty
old squirrel rifle, which he had found
somewhere i'm Dixie. and under cover
Of the heavy fog crept along the riv-
er bank, protected from the view of
the pickets by the heavy growth OF
cane and weeds, and secreted himself
inside the enemy's lines until thirteen
head OF cattle had passed below him
He then managed to give his hat a
wave on a stick, poked out from his
hiding place. The frightened cattle
did not stop until inside our lines
where they were soon converted into
beef for our brigade. The next day
the Confederacy lost several more mic,
cattle, branded c. S. After that their