The log cabin Democrat., 1916-02-09

big room upstairs, and what time we did have! MT. Tibbits and his wife home and found the lot of us all asleep; some 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 room 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 l 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.
 told the recruiting officer had no mother or father, that sold papers and did odd jobs for living, and swore eighteen years old. Sure. he knew better. but they enlisted regularly bugler, and assigned me to Company c. Sixth Michigan cavalry. was twelve years three months and twenty-three days old, and in my third enlistment, but this was the first time was mustered in Ali Madden enlisted with me
 l was sent to Grand Rapids where the regiment was camped while being recruited to its full strength We were mustered into the service there, The life that we led the officers of Company was anything but pleasant.
 In Washington, we camped for a time on 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 pickets. A white handkerchief 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 Tanks on the Falmouth side. I must say never knew of any advantage being taken to shoot fellow while the trade being made In the early spring of 1863. 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 tent. Moseby wonder,
 From then to the time l taken prisoner were in eighteen battles and minor engage ments between June 80 to October II, 1863. The Little Bugler never lost day. but did lose lots of meals in that time
 On October II. 1863. at Brandy station, my horse shot from under me and l 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 shell between the knee and hoof. throwing me heels over appetite some feet over his head. cut and bruised by the feet of the charging troopers, who were be- hind. When l finally got up it to look into the barrel of what appeared to me to be cannon. but in fact was only 45 Colt, and fellow in a gray suit telling to strip! He took my shoes and pants, and darn him, he could not wear either of them; he was so much larger than l.
 was taken with trainload of other prisoners to Richmond, Va, but on the way had traded off 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 or hat. One of the older men had given me 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 ccals we scattered the coals over the ground to warm it. and then would