woods for the remains of our unfortunate com
rade, but with no success. We discovered, in
one place, a suspicious pile of brush against
the foot of a tree, and, clearing it away, were
rewarded by finding the uniform of a rebel
soldier, a pair of boots, some papers, and
several medical works. You may imagine our
men swore vengeance upon Champ, and have
since kept their oath.
SECESSIONESSES,
The fair seccsh are by no means so defiant
and contemptuous as when we passed through
this country in the spring of ’63. Then black
looks and certain little elevations of certain of
the facial muscles, conveyed the impression
to the most dashing cavalier among us that
while her Romeo was far away in the rebel
ranks, the fascinating Juliet would scorn the
sweetest compliments of his enemy. So none
of us ventured any attack upon the fair but
bristling fortifications of Ye female Chivalrie.
But yesterday, as we neared a small town,
seventy miles south of Nashville, some de
lay with the trains gave us an opportunity
to change our close quarters in the cars to the
green meadows outside. A few of us, with
true soldierly instinct, mado our way to a fine
house at hand to beg a glass of water.
Five ladies were seated upon the porch, a
sort of female cabal, met perhaps to read a
smuggled copy of that amiable and tolerant
sheet, the Richmond Examiner, (we saw its fa
miliar caption under a chair), and have a good
time,, hurling their spicy and piquant little
anathemas upon the savage hordes of which
we were a few of the barbarous officers. The
acorns on our felts—less happy than that lucky
offshoot of Tennyson’s Talking Oak—touched
the ground as we bent before the F. F. T’s.
One by one, smiles came out, like lamps in a
light-house, upon the fair countenances, two of
which, sooth to say, were very fair, and in less
time than it takes me to record the delightful
fact, we were sitting at our ease, for the first
time for six months, in a lady’s drawing-room,
listening to amiable prattle, exchanging play
ful badinage and applauding good music. We
heard the overture to William Tell, a quatre
mains, and “ ah, non guinge” as far as the “ mi
abbraccia" when the warning whistle of the
looomotive tore us from our elysium and we
rushed back, pell-mell over the fields, thick and
sweet with clover, in time to jump into our
dreary box-cart, as it rolled slowly away.
Seoesh waved its handkerchiefs and the Rich
mond Examiner, and we our hats, till we turned
into a dark gorge and forgot each other.
JIM DEBUT, ESQUIRE
The first time I was on the Cumberland
Mountains, while out on a scout with the
Colonel, I came across a rough-looking Hiber
nian named Tim Derry, and I opened on him.
“ Good morning, Mr. Derry,” said I. “ Good
mornin’, sir,” said he. He was stout and heaty.
“What’s the reason you’re not in the rebel
Otjb Daily Pabb.
army?” “Well,” said he, with a lowering
glance at me, a threatening one at the Dcrries
about him, and a keen, expectant one at the
mountain behind him, “I kep’ out o’ it.”
Encouraged by this satisfactory reply, I
asked him several other questions of the rebel
movements during Bragg’s retreat; whether
they had gone across the mountain, and by
what road; to all of which I received similar
lucid replies. It then came his turn to inter
rogate : “ Where did you come from this
mornin’ ?” said he. “ Oh!” I answered, “ I’m
just riding around, looking at the country.”
“ Faix,” returned he, with the amiable glance
of a hungry tiger, “ did you bring nobody wid
yer but yessclf ?” I smiled grimly, and told
him I was not alone, placing my hand on my
“ navy,” and after complimenting his wife
on the neatness of her earthen floor, rodo
away.
I may mention here, for the benefit of those
ladies who “ adore guerillas,” as well as by way
of afinis to Mr. Derry, thatatlastadvices hewas
under guard in Chattanooga, and about to ex
piate his crimes of bushwhacking, horse-steal
ing and murder, under the iron hand of mili
tary authority, and be “roped in.”
SERGEANT MILLER ON THE SANITARY.
lluckleberrt, Pa., (On tlio Mcrrylnnil Border.)
To tho Editor of the Daly Fare.
Respected Sir. Esquare.
Befoar leevn lioam i was suplide by Square
Stevns with noats to make me none to Mr.
Welsh, Mr. Furhis, yorself and sum other
Sannytariuns as you uns are cawld heer
i always fetch a letter of intryduckshen to
good sosiety, as the hawk sed wen he brot his
Bil to the hens i deklined wun frum a cer
tain wealthy frend of owrs over the line in
Washingten Countey, hard on to Conokycheeg
who was Secesh until his last nig run
away and who even now is oanly a Union
Man wen he comes to town, or on Sundase.
Our Root to Philadelphy was renderd in
trestin to Betsy by my pintin out the seens
witch the War hes made sakrid to Histery
as wen i shode Her the road by witch
Jeneral Lee was gided by Ike Fishel hoo
was subseqntly pardnd in order to incurage thg
uthers also the spot wlier a Sesesh farmer
toald sum of ower men ho wuld see them
damd before he would giv em a stick of fewel
to make a fire with so that they wer com
peld to burn up his Pigg Pen and eet the occu
pence it may gratify the lovers of strickt
disaplin to lern that wen he oomplande to our
Colonel that gentelmn perlitely promisd to
speek to Sekertery Stanton on the subjeck.
Att carlile we oontemplatd the place where
tho Rebs fired shel and cannester without
warnin into a town ful of Wimin and childrn
and Landisscs batery a performence
witch aocordin to the Richmond papers
is piculier to Lincoln Hirelins and
Dutch Van Dais but is not in keepin with
cristian war fare, like as the rat sed wen they
tide him to the tale of a sky-rocket.
At Chambcrsburg we were delade by Oald
Mommy Morris stoppin to By a peck of Merry
land biskit from an Ameriken citisen of Afreken
dissent there is sum things witch niggers kin
do better than witc foalW like as the Crow
remarked to the pidgen wen he giv him lessens
in stcelin Corn at carlile wee ware treeted
with the jinerus hosspitalety for witch
that nobul town is emanent as menny a
hungry Boldier can testafy thare is a grate
deel of refinement Goin on thare like as
the moccasen sed wen he saw the boot bein
blacked if a poet wants a theem, let him
sing the prases of the Ladies of Carlile
and wile he is abowt itt let him say a good
word for the Men tho Cander compels me
to addmit that the latter has an ireglar Bush
fitin way of firin at Rebels on thare oan Hook
witch as a strict dissyyplinarean i cannot
endorce mutch as i Addmire thare motive.
Att harry sburg i was lay in doun in the
bottom of the Waggin and Miss Elizabeth
Morris a sittin up thare cum along a pro
misin Yeuth, who, reeding the innscription on
owr vehycle asked of that yung lady if
she was Supplize for the Sannitery To
witch she urbainly replide as a public car
ricter that she pled gilty to bein sometimes
cawled Lize amung her freinds, but did not
expect to Sup befoar tee time His anser i
blush to record itt was to tho efect that he
had herd tel of the Father of Lize and was
glad to see wun of the Famely heerin this
i aroas in rath and hee, seein my fewrius
and marshal aperence in a Fatig Cap
took to Fight with an L in it I feer
that the legislatin' at harrysbug is demorylisin
to the yung peeple ther to judge by the
sass, brass, and gass of the Boys.
Had i none befor hand the Corgial re
cepshn witch awated us at Philadelphy i
should trooly hav exclamd ‘There’s a good
time cummin’ like as the boy sed wen he
smelt Gingerbread a bakin. We were kindly
made Gests of a Saniterry gentleman in his
house i trust that i do not vierlate the con
fidents of horspitality wen i state that wile
there we lived like Dellywariuns in duck time.
Or as i myself have herd it exprest in that
gloarious little Stait. ....liko Piggs in a Peech
orchid.
I heer drop my tale for the present like
as the Taddpoal sed when he turned into a
Frogg Of the Sanniterry peeple whom i
met Of thare personal aperence et celery,
&c you will be dooly informed in my neckst
letter.
Yours to cummand
Late Sergt. Co. C. 941st Regt. P. V.
Isaiah Miller,