Year: 1861

the bubbering fools said, no.
| l hope you shot them all
Oh, no we let the women alone, but told
| him he must make tracks within ten hours so
he left. But our boys got uneasy befery they
! neared the wharf, and nothing must do but
they must hang him, so hang him they did,
Good and his family think he has escap-
edr


Oh, yes-or not dead some one may have
told them by this time-but, curse his stub
born temper, it was his own fault, @ word
would have saved him.


Hang 'em and shoot 'em say II would
not trust Yankee on his OATH
I So said Lieutenant Marks 1t was at the
sable of his uncle that the jolly crew were
seated, furnishing their horrible incidents of
the reign of terror now invading our fair cou1-
| try. There were six officers beside the host,
and they seemed to have concluded the bust.
ness for which they had assembled, by the ap-
pearauce of the board which was being laid for
dinner of no ordinary style. At length the
repaSt was ready and they sat down.
| Here's to the confusion of old Lincoln the
beggar, and may he have the honor of dying
! by the hand of a concealed Southern This
was receivedswith shouts of braVov and re-
|
win pair of yellow shoulder knots had betray-
ed his country. Another was given Here's
to the baSe-born Shoemskers Of the old coun
try We measure their chiValry by their soles?
There's your aid, Colonel, galloping like a
mad man


! News ! news 2 and they awaited his COM
ing in silence. A slender built young man,
some twenty years of age, came into the room
| and handed paper to his superior officer.


All right was the reply. Boys, one par
| ting glass and then for business Our battery
is completed, our artillery mounted, our pre-
sence is required. Now let's drink confusion
to the enemy-may their greatest be retreat
hip, hip, and a iumultuous huzza filed the
room.


Information has been received we learn
from a spy, that the enemy, which means old
Yankee Butler and his runaway, half starved
volunteers, are aware of our vicinity, and we
are spelling for fight Before morning
promise you Big Bethel, and the long-legged
Northerners shall see such victory on our
side as they never witnessed before. Come
on


May the fiends give me my wish, murmur.
ed Lieutenant Marks I'd sell myself to Satan
to have one clear shot at Greble, if he is in





Meantime, in the darkness of the night the
soldiers sent from the Fortress were marching
YEARLY along their only rest that of waiting for
the surf boats and for thirteen long miles,
footsore and weary, they pushed their toll
some way, animated by the hope of speedy
encounter with the enemy that had so long
evaded them. Adv ancing in order upon Little
Bethel, they were suddenly thrown into great
confusion by volley of musketry in the rear.


The enemy are upon us-they are cutting
off our reserve ! exclaimed the Colonel The
order was given like lightning for a counter
march-and the men wearied as they were
with their long tramp, turned and ran in double
quick time for the distance of three miles,
Here they were net by an aid


Good God = exclaimed Whittemore, who
heard the words, our troops have been firing
into each other! Ascertain if many have
been killed.


The matter occupied but short space of
time was the reply it is hoped that the loss
is not great


Orders were now given for an immediate ad-
vance upon Great Bethel--and again thefoot-
sore troops accomplished their march making
in all twenty-four miles, then to find an enemy
located in strong position and able to pour
in raking fire. LieutenanU Greble had mean
time given some parting words to friend, an
officer near whom he stood
Where is the commanding officer p he ask.
ed, seeing the confusion that at the first terri
BILE fire prevailed. Why were not scouts sent
ahead? We shall be shot down like dogs
However, die, may my country profit by
my death. Farewell beloved,-he murmured
under his breath, as thought reverted to the
young wife he had left at homeland now for
victory or death For two hours the brave man
worked at his guns. Here and there the Off
GERS passed him, crying out for Gods sake, re-
treat, Greble, your position is just the one for
sure soht.'


1t is not my time to retreat he replied


At least cried Lieutenant Butler, take
the same care of yourself that others do-your
life is as valuable as theirs dodge the balls
as they do


| never dodge Z shouted the glorious SOL
dier, when l hear the notes of the bugle
sounding retreat, shall retreat, and not
before


CHAPTER V.


"We are picking them off bravely, remark
ell one of the rebels whose glass was leveled
10 the direction of Col. Duryea's regiment
and as he spoke he drew down his glass and
refreshed himself with brandy from pocket
flask


How do we get on ?" enqured Lieutenant
Marks, whose bla0kened face and hands prov
ed that he had not been idle in the fight.
think thev will retreatD returned the