Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1916-02-08

big room upstairs, and what time did have!
Mr.. Tibbits and his wife home and found
the lot of us all asleep; some on the floor, some on
the bed but all of US tpsy and sick from the wine
Was there anything doing then? should say yes!
This whole lark was laid at my door. waC locked
in a to be kept until Monday, when was TO
be sent back home to my parents. did not dare
go home, father would certainly have tried, at
least, to whip some of the meanness out of me, for
I had about used up his patience. So after the
house had got quiet at night, dropped out the
window and hiked for Lansing. They were then
recruiting for the Sixth Michigan cavalry
l told the recruiting officer I had no mother or
father, that l sold papers and did odd jobs for a
living, and swore 1 eighteen years old. Sure,
he knew better but they enlisted me regularly as a
bugler. and assigned to Company G, Sixth
Michigan cavalry l was twelve years, three
months and twenty-three days old, and in my
third enlistment, but this was the first time was
mustered in. ALT Madden enlisted with me.
was sent to Grand Rapids where the regiment
was camped while being recruited to its full
strength. We mustered into the service
there. The life that we led the officers of Company
G was anything but pleasant.
In Washington, we camped for time Meri-
den hill from which place made our first hike.
And we tasted war when we went to Falmouth
and skirmished with Moseby's guerrillas. We had
the opportunity of trading coffee for tobacco with
the Confederate pckets. white handkerchief
on the end of saber the signal to stop
shooting while the trade was being made between
the "Rebs" on the Fredericksburg side of the Rap
pahannock river and us "Yanks" on the Falmouth
side | must say never knew of any advantage
being taken to shoot fellow while the trade was
being made. In the early spring of 1863, no regi-
ment was kept more busy than the Sixth Michigan
looking out for Moseby and his men. We always
had them but never got them to any great ex-
tent. Moseby wonder.
From then to the time 1 was taken prisoner
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Little Bugler never lost day, but did lose lots Of
meaIs In that time.
On October II, 1853 at Brandy station, my horse
was shot from under me, and was taken pris
oner Our regiment charging through regi
ment of enemy cavalry that had got in between
the main column and the rear guard, when my
horse was struck by piece of she'll between the
knee and hoof throwing me heels over appetite
some feet over his head. l cut and bruised
by the feet of the charging troopers who were be-
hind When finally got up it to look into
the barrel of what appeared to me to be cannon,
but in fact was only AS Colt and fellow in a
gray suit was telling me to strip! He took my
shoes and pants and darn him, he could not wear
either of them; he was 81 much larger than l.
was taken with tranload of other prisoners
TO Richmond, Va. but on the way had traded OF
my blouse for something to eat We were divided
up in punches after arriving at Richmond. Destiny
sent me to old Libby prison. and later to Belle
Isle.
had no pants, shoes hat One of the older
men had given me an old coat. The guard would
issue us a few sticks of wood in the evening. We
burned our fires as long possible, and when
the fires had burned out to Goals scattered the
Goals over the ground TO warm it, and then would