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

! my.
Il know that know that Mrs. Lo-
! gan was with the general a good deal,
and so was General Frank Barlow's
brave wife with her husband in the
army. have seen Mrs. Barlow riding
| by the side of the general on more
! than one march. I saw her once when
| Barlow's division was suddenly at
| tackled by the enemy. The bursting of
| shells directly over her head did not
seem to scare her, and when the gen
! eral directed an orderly to escort Mrs.
Barlow to place of safety she begged
| to remain. Just then Il dozen shells
and solid shot rushed over their heads
like train flying over Il bridge.
My DEAR said General Barlow,
| this is no place for you. Go back. l
| can't fight with my wife in such dan
ger as this
"'IIl go, general said the lady,
| but how must l feel when I know my
| husband is in such danger|
Three or four of the Johnny camp
| kettles by the Whitworth gun route,
| dropping over at that point, singing
their well-known wisher-vasher,
! wusher- boom-bing ping ping-ping song
when Barlow called out, 'GOod-by, my
| dear; I'll be back soon. Orderly, obey
your orders; take Mrs. Barlow away
from here at once and the orderly and
F., the woman galloped out of danger.
But I've told q war story with a
woman in it, when l started out to test
you on the question of woman soldiers.
| Did you know of any :"
Il said les, and l meant women sol
diers, not women with the army, such
as you have been talking about" was
Colonel Charley Richardson's answer
Richardson, the printer, who was pri-
| vate, made a prisoner by Mosby, but
lived to get out and become a Dakota
editor, colonel and member of the
| legislature
II was made a prisoner soon after
the Kelly Ford fight, while a member
of the train guard, on our way with
rations to Culpeper. Upon reaching a
bit of forest near Brandy Station Mos
| by's men swooped down upon us. The
first thing 1 knew Mosby was within a
few feet Of me calling for a surrender
and allowing me to look into a six
shooter. The guerilla chief caught sight
of my fine new pair of high tOp-bOots,
for which the sutler had received $12
the day before.
"'Get out of those boots, young fell
low was his second order.
"'Can't I keep them?
"'Back talk means e. hole through
you in second. Get out of those
| boots
THAT was enough The boots came
| off.
! Throw it up here was his gruff
order when one was off. l can see just
| how the rough rider looked as he
swung his right foot over to the left,
| took off his well-wOrn shoes and threw
! them at my feet with an order to put
| them on, and blank quick, too, for we
have no time to fool away And they
| hadn't, for our cavalry had heard the
skirmish and were rapidly riding to our
relief, but they didn't catch up with us,
so, in time-it took a week-we reach
ed Libby prison.
my particular chum in prison was a
beardless young Virginian, Billie Gates.
whose family, he said, was loyal to the
old government and hadn't objected to
his entering the union army. He had
been captured at about the time MOsby
plucked our squad My chum was very
| nervous, and hated prison life worse
than l did, If possible. He mingled
but little with the other prisoners. We
shared our rations, slept under the
same blanket and became very good
friends.
I'm January, 1864, the Richmond
Wing office was in great need of print
ers. The foreman called upon Major
Dick Turner the prison-keeper, and the
two came to our floor and asked if
there were any yankee printers there.
A Vermonter named Baker and myself
responded. They said we could have
work if we would take a parole not to
leave the city, give information, or do
anything else unbecoming paroled pris-
oners We readily agreed to the terms.
"My chum, Gates, took on as badly
as If | were his brother starting on a
long and dangerous tour He begged
me not to go, saying he didn't want to
make friends with the others, declaring
that l had been very brother to him.
But 1 partially satisfied him by saying
that it was not likely that they would
want us more than a week or two, and
that now and then I would send him
something good to eat. But / shall
miss you ever so much, Charley. Come
back as soon as you cam
cit was II o'clock when they let us
out We were to go to work at 2.
While passing the Spottswood House l
said: Baker, let's go in and get a
square meal. It's been a long time
since we've had one
After registering, washing and
brushing I'D, we started for the dining