Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1908-04-10

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I'm Billie Gates, your prison chum:
not boy, AZ you supposed, but girl,
and for the uuion, if they hang me for
it
Her Virginia friends had found out
where she was and by some means got
ten her out of prison. L learned after
ward from the officer that she was
relative of ,Eohn Minor Bolts, at one
time a distinguished Virginia congress
man, who remained true to the union
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Rukme<t Relics.
The delight iR collections" usually
begins at a tender age. and Frank
Merely, writes john HabbertOn in "Ad-
ventures of Uncle Sans Soldiers had
only passed from his last skirts to his
first trousers when he became known
as the most persistent COLLECTOR" in his
native town He was one OF the young
soldiers of the Civil War, and his devo-
ton to relics WAS equally amusing and
amazing to the veterans, among whom
he was Il recruit
One day he found several unexpl0ded
shells, most OF them very large. To
carry them all into camp was impossi-
BILE, but Frank bore them TO a bit of
woods, laid them in row on the
ground, and covered them with brush
wood. He planned to find way to
ship them all fI6aae, and congratulated
himself ON the great addition they
| would make tG his collection.
Some days later Frank was reused
from his sluasfsers by the bugle-call of
boots and saddle" The regiment
mounted quickly and went at a gallop
in the direction of the recent fight No
body knew what was the trouble, but
apparently the enemy had appeared in
force enough TO justify the alarm OF
the entire post, although no one had
seen him.
The next day Frank went to look UP
his treasure The brush heap was gone,
and in it's place WAS y hole as large as
a cellar, and beside it stood the colonel
of the regiment and the captain of the
| guard Frank heard The colonel say:
Il never heard of such extraordinary
artillery practice You say the fire in
the woods WAS just here2"
'"rhe very place" said the captain
There was great brush-heap here,
and some fellow set it on fire, | sup
pose while lighting his pipe
But how could the enemy have got
! the range so exacflyg" said the colonel
'"rhey must have used the same gun
each time, and pumped their shells in
| exactly the same spot"
'1Fhat isn't possible" said the captain
"Some of the explosions were much
louder than others. 20 there must have
been guns of different caliber."
TITS mystery" said the colonel
Il can't understand it at all"
Il CAN" said Prank to himself. THAT
| brush-heap took fire, the shells became
red-hot, and one by one they burst
where they Eay. And that is the end
of the finest collection of war relics I
ever saw
The young reIic-faunter decided that
it was not just the line to confide his
story To the colonel. So he kept his
secret for more than twenty years, and
then on meeting hiS old colonel, told
him the story of the shells.
Jim Picked EP the Trick.
The c0fOred retaincrs and camp fol
lowers in the Federal army in the
time of the uupEeaSantness with the
South were generally devoted votares
of the goddess Of chance, and were
skilled III getting ON her blind side
One day Major Blank, gallant officer
on the staff Of General Custer when
he commanded the Michigan Cavalry
brigade, was showing q friend some
tricks with cards. Jim, his colored
servant, was apparently very busy
brushing up the quarters and setting
things to rights, paying no attention to
the exhibition. The next day the ma
jor saw his bog" counting over
large roll of gres4lbacl1g. "Why, jim,
said he, where did you get all that
money! Jim, looking up with a grin
and a chuck1e, replied 'sI'se down to
de cabalry las night, major, an dose
feIlers down t1ar didn't know muffin
bout dat little trick wild de jacks what
vous shown de sxEanei yest'dy"-De-
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