The Marietta journal and courier. (Marietta, Ga.) 1909-1918, 1912-07-12
KEPT THE PIPE ALIGH1.
SOLDIERS ONLY THOUGHT WAS
OBEDIENCE TO ORDERS.
Incident That 10 Typical Of the Devo.
ton Field Marshal Butcher In
spIred Among Men Who Fol-
lowed Him to Victory,

Old Field Marshal Butcher was par.
ticularly fond of three things-a glass
or wine, a game Of cards and a pipe of
tobacco. With the two former he was
frequently obliged to dispense, but he
could not and would not do without
the latter, nor could he help indulg-
Ing in smoking if 1t were ever so lit
tie, before he undertook anything seri.
Gus. A few puffs at the spur of the
moment would satisfy him. but to do
without them at all was a matter of
lmpossibility. For this purpose he
mad appointed as his pipebearer one
OF his boys" (as he used to call his
hussars a fellow countryman from Bo-
stock-Christian Hennemann who
mad charge of large box of common
long Dutch clay pipes, all filed with
TOBACCO and ready for use at a mo-
hent's notice. This box constituted
the principal item of the marshaTs
Held equipage. Hennemann was go do.
voted to his master and his charge
mat he would have killed on the spot
anyone who attempted to purloin
pipe from the box or bring the latter
IN danger of breaking some of the
precious Ito him sacred) contents.
On the morning of the memorable
battle of Waterloo Hennemann had
Just handed his master lighted nine
when cannon ball struck the ground
close by, scattering earth and gravel
IN all directions and causing the white
charger on which Butcher was mount
ed TO spring aside-a maneuver that
broke the pipe into a thousand nieces
before the owner had time even to lift
1t to his lips.
Just keep lighted pipe ready for
me; shall be back in few moments,
after l have driven away the rascally
French churls." With these words
Blucher gave the command. Forward
boys" and off he galloped with his
cavalry. Instead, however, of a chase
OF few minutes, it was rapid march
OF nearly whole hot summer day, as
we all know from history.
After the battle was over Blucber
rode back with wellington to the Mace
Where he first got a glimpse Of the
combating armies, and nearing the
spot where Butcher had halted in the
morning they saw to their surprise a
solitary man, his head tied with a
handkerchief, one arm in a sling and
calmly smoking a pipe.
bonner and blitz!" cried Blucher:
why, that is my Hennemann. How
you look, boyi what are you doing
here alone?"
Waiting for your speedy return"
was the grumbling answer. you have
come at last! I have waited for you
mere, pipe In mouth, for the whole
long day. This is the last pipe in the
box. The cursed French have shot
away every pipe from my mouth.
Have ripped the flesh from my head
and shattered my arm with their
deuced bullets. 1t is we'll there is an
END to the battle, or you would have
been too late even for the last pine"
Saying which, he handed to Butcher
the pipe, to enjoy the remaining fumes
of the weed.
Wellington, who had listened atten. |
lively to the conversation, here re.
marked to Butcher: you have lust
admired the unfinching loyalty and
bravery of my Highlanders; what
shall l say to this true and devoted
soul?"
But your Highlanders had no pipes
to regale themselves with.''-From
Spoford's Library of Wit and Hunor.