The Ekalaka eagle. [volume] (Ekalaka, Mont.) 1909-1920, 1915-12-03
sorrel horse that had never been under
fire before. In the heat Of the attack

sorrel horse that had never been under
fire before. In the heat Of the attack
the curb Of my bride broke, leaving
me utterly powerless. Wild with the
strange excitement of the fight. my
steed dashed by the wagons and, like
a flash Of lightning, bore me into the
lines and right upon the heels of the
flying Yankee squadron.
ut was Thanksgiving afternoon. All
around me We're bubbling kettles, boil
ing %coffeepots and savory turkeys
roasting owe blazing fires. Tibbetts'
brigade had somehow struck it rich
and We're celebrating their Thanksgiv-
ing in truly patriotic style. All around
lay the hungry soldiers impatiently
awaiting the preparing feast.
Had l been a ghost risen from the
grave they could not have been more
thunderstruck at the apparition Of Il
Confederate cavalryman thus dashing
unheralded into their midst. Before
they could collect their scattered
senses l had managed to wheel my
horse around and, driving my spurs
into his TANKS, dashed out Of that
festive camp with the same speed l
had dashed in.
Ito sum up. / had chased the Yam
KEGS into their camp and they had
chased me out Of it. But when they
returned to camp they found all their
luscious Thanksgiving turkeys burned
to cinders. 1t would have been better
for them If they had invited me to
stay to dinner and then let me go!
\ tale Of Thanksgiving day at sea
is related by Captain o. S. Lilley, U.
S. n, retired, who was with the Union
fleet during the civil war.
MY first THANKSGIVING" he said.
twas the II that fingers In my mind.
1 was an ensign aboard the Pocahon-
tas, which was doing blockade duty
off Mobile. We had been at sea for
days, and our supplies were getting
low. On Thanksgiving morning there
was a strong suspicion among us that
| we would have Il day Of fasting instead
Of feasting. We could not possibly
have run down to Pensacola for fresh
supplies.
"Fortunately for us. we had not reck-
oned on the ingenuity Of the cook.
During the forenoon weird smells ema-
mated from the galley. We began to
lay wagers that the cook had snug
| gled Il pet zebra on board without our
knowledge and was preparing it for the
table. One officer almost broke down
when the horrible thought came to him
that the cook. in a moment of misguid-
| ed zeal, had killed the ships monkey.
by the time the dinner hour had ar
rived the officers We're in Il frenzy of
curiosity. We seated ourselves at the
table. In marched the cook. holding
above his head the most gigantic pie
l have ever seen.
"'What's in it" shouted the officers
in chorus.
"The cook saluted.
"'Everything l could find.' he re.
| piled modestly.
"Never In my life have l eaten a
more astonishingly favored dish than
that pie. The cook had told the truth.
Eating the pie became Il o + Of sport
ing affair. One moment We would be
munching salt pork; then We would
find Il bit Of smoked beef, q section OF
potato or remnants Of canned goods,
"'Sea pie was the name we gave
that dish. The flavor Of it fingers with
me still. 1t was hearty and filling. 1t
had three layers OF dough instead Of
the customary top and bottom crust.
and the layers We're good thick layers.
too"