Eagle River review. [volume] (Eagle River, Wis.) 1890-1927, 1909-05-28

| spirit and bottom" than any Of the
other animals. The general added that
the actual distance ridden was sixteen
i miles, the poet Read having used about
! four miles Of "poetical license" He
! spoke feeiingly of his old black steed
saying he had been unexcelled in speed,
| courage, docility, and nobleness Of ma
/ ture. The general had not been upon
| "Winchester'S back since the war
| closed. He had required the hostler to
| give him the tenderest attention. The
| horse suffered more or less from r4eu-
| matlSm. A boy was allowed to take
! him out to exercise one day, and, as
| he was trotted at pretty lively gait,
| became oVerheated, and this, combined
with an enfeebled constitution, caused
| death The skin of old Winchester
| was prepared in the best art of the
| taXidermist, and is preserved to this
day among the generals relics Of the
war.
How We Eat the Wedding supper.
During the winter of 1864 my regi-
ment (Twenty-f1rst Connecticut) was
ordered from Newport News to More
from Morehead to Newbern. We made
our encampment on the ground where
Vermont regiment had built barracks
and established itself in comfortable
! quarters to guard the road and long
bridge over one of the branches Of the
put cd
up by Pickett and his veterans almost
to a man. They burnt the quarters
and the bridge, and played havoc in
general. After fixing things up and
| rebuilding the bridge our duty con-
Rsisted in scouting through dense pine
woods to learn of Pickett's movements
or gain any information of any Con
federates in the vicinity. The whole
| country was covered with the yellow
pine 1t was the home Of the tar kiln
|, burner or the rosin gatherer. The
only roads were cart roads leading
from one cabin to another or to some
little hamlet of the fishermen living on
| the shores of shallow body Of water,
known as Bogue SCund-one of the
many along coast famous for its
fish, which, with sweet potatoes and
razor back hogs, forms the principal
food of the natives.
So our foraging added but little to
our commissariat stores, and mess of
sweet potatoes or few chickens was
ever welcome. No porker came amiss,
and many a string Of fish, hanging
salted, fell from their lofty elevation
to our mess kettle. Many tale OF
lost stores from their winters supply
was rehearsed and retold to our Off
GERS by the sad eyed and sullen, sor-
rowing settlers. Their complaints, al
sways gained them at the least sympa-
thy in the way of rations of coffee,
sugar and hard tack, so that after all
their loss in fish or truck was their
t gain in good, substantial food.
One day a contraband told us that
wedding was to take place at little
hamlet couple of miles away between
a wounded paroled Confederate soldier
and maiden of the fishers village,
with a grand supper and dance to fol-
low. Two comrades and myself OBJ
tanned permission from our lieutenant
to attend Our contraband, as our
guide, soon piloted us near the house.
Taking our station where we could see
and not be seen, we waited till there
was sound of revelry by night, and
eyes looked love to eyes that spake
again." when, with our rifles as our
tickets of admission, we entered the
ball room.