gßßrroaj •' fecierv, l?^MJn$ > AOTOKr i - **.*■■ ■' ud;botUMl m BP*. Attomeye »nd JmTi-!: t TrHuS Swmmflio Order. bS fea&"sssssS sbssss jWMJ*«M, boudin gobd U. &££.&&&& to «M, trom,» dtatunby,fa. tried loOunnsMbiiiiy. lent returned brKxprSTl # y^H .qggßT Barritburji, it tin Tribune (Mice, m ’mr m- Tb«X wW lafotwa toto receive un mniMh ■U who woriTto llUrehn,lBBWy co £ a.. ■ft W § m/V | §2 Sf j H . o* « B w . «• :« BS« n«a» n pq _ a B ps 2 2|-»i H| .c ;* ►'Si ■ « g H*< 8 rH e ss • K • »R » « ■| P a t 2 K *-h s*-.S S P : pasg-fl 1 oo a :ss. J i-ri bk *t x> S3 •g .g *D BAKERY! IGNED ANNOUN AKooiui nod vicinity Hurt h* «'«*lc6e of . :ABIES, rxprewljr for the HoH TN- misk. .tt-fmh y '. ai] ■m ’£££’ pur- : 't it BP I '- g. EaSuse m ." '^T-LjVA^V-, ii» A 3 McCRUM & DERN, VOL. 7. jlfMfrg. WHAT FOR f A nation’s heart to iU depths is stirred I A ringing call through the land is heard! On every lip is a farewell word! What for? To war! to war! ie the maddened cry! Tower! to war! doth the echo fly On erery wind that rushes by 1 What toil The banners ware on the stirring air; The cannon’s boon tolls death on theaar; Each heart throbs fast with a dreadful bar t What far I The beat ol the drum and the war sued a tramp loud echoes, and armies rush “ to camp, To battle and strife with carnage rank. What for? The bridegroom tarns from his weeping bride, “ Ab, woe! eh, woe! doth this hour betide!” She sobs and waila as he leaves her side, What for! Onward She looks and she secs him lie, Bleeding and trampled, and torn to die— A life-long wail is that widowed cry. What for? The mother blesses with blinding tears, With choking sobs and untold fears, Her hope and pride—he goes to the wars. What for? Goes be to light, to murder, kill, The brother a brother 1 * blood to spill— An untimely grave her child to fill 1 Whst for ? The hither “God speed ’’ to the son doth say, “Thy country - * cau*e, boy, never betray!” Uis broad chest beeves—ho marches away. 4 What for 1 “The staff of my ago, ho goes, my all! The brave, brave lad f must his young head fall In the dnstl God help! ’tls his country’s call!” What for? He goes, the soldier, his blood to shod; - The requiem o’er his gory bed. . Arc moans, and tears, and wail for the dead. What for? The beggar’s rags are bia laurel crown, The curse* of want his peans drown— With woe is hie country’s head bowed down. What for? friW : IpsMtag. THE HEOEO DIFFICULTY; -08,- “ COLORED PEOPLE ALLOWED IN THIS CAR.” BT W. O. EATON. It was late in the afternoon of one of those peculiarly American days when the versatile weather fancifully divides itself into sundry proportions of mud, snow, slush, mist, rain, hail, wind and sleet; and when business men down-town begin to pay the daily penalty of living up-town, by bun dling themselves into the cars and getting nearly jammed and smothered to death on the ride home, where they are to enjoy the comforts of swearing a little, and sha king and wringing themselves out a great deal, sitting before a good tire. Among the crowd who besieged a Sixth Avenue car at the Astor House, just ere it started, was a party of five, apparently strangers to each other—one of. them wear ing a white clerical cravat, with a weed round his hat; another, with a red vest; another, with plaid breeches; another, with top-boots; and the .fifth, distinguish able by. his dire raggedness, black skin, and extreme rotundity of body. The first four happened to get seats to gether, on One side of the car; and the “culled pusson,” entering last, previously itook particular pains to assure himself he was making no mistake, by asking the conductor— “ Am cullud people allowed in dis carl” The conductor hesitated in repljing; for though the words “ Colored people allowed in this car” appeared in bold letters upon the outside, the inquirer was such a wretched bundle of rags and patches, and promised to occupy so much room with his corpulent form, and to appeal at once so urgently to the sides and noses of his neigh bors—that the man of bells and fares felt reluctant to admit the applicant. The question, however, was instantly answered by the white neckcloth, who called out; “Yes, yes, my colored friend, come in; don’t be afraid. Colored people are al allowed in this car. It is painted so on the outside.” All eyes were now turned upon the ne gro, and the conductor nodded for him to enter; which he did, in time to secure the only remaining seat opposite the preceding four, and just by the side squabby Irish woman, with a baby in her arms; the baby looked frightened at the black apparition, and the mother unmistakably disgusted. Brother Cole, as we will call him, though of gloomy hue, and in a most am traordinary condition of rags, appeared to be the most cheerful creature in the car, it moved along its course, receving fresh accessions rapidly. He began to chuckle over his good for tune in getting “Sich a cumfable seat, right’long side of sich a nice member ob de fair seek,” as he assured Bridget he thought she was; hoped her little picca ninny wouldn’t patch cold; chucked it un der tiie chin fondly, and hoped the mother had a parasol, to keep the wet off wtxen she got out. But this kindness was not at all agree* fthle to Bridget. Her baby began to jury extreme terror, and Bridget repelled his good .feeling, with muck enraged volu bility, spite of hif) loud remonstrances, that “ He didn't mean no harm, missy; de Lor 1 her!” “Ouch! Git out, yer black bunch of nigs, yer. How dare ye make free to spake to a dacint white woman,.at all, at all? Shet up your gob,, or I’ll pull the wool of yees. And take yer devil’s hoof off from threading me'drew; and don't be squazin me wid yer big black sides, ye shmoky babboon, yer!” This fierce onslaught created a sensation directly, and not a good humored one; the weather having a' bad effect Upon ’ the nerves of the passengers. “Cool off!” “Dry up, there!" “Turn ’em out!” “Nigger in the car!” cried sev eral, who were obliged to stand up and be jostled. “ Spec Tse got as good a right heah as anybody,” grumbled Cole. “ Cullud peo ple am alUnoedm discar.” “That’s right, my friend,” said the white cravat, earnestly. “Stick to your rights. Don’t be put down.” This encouraged, brother Cole, and he assumed the defiant, planting his broad figure sturdily in hip seat, regardless of the hitches and twitches of Bridget “I don’t wear sich good clothes as some folks does, but I kin jess pay my fare as well as a white man; and I ain’t no secesh nudder.” This last observation was intended as an adroit appeal to Union feeling in his be half, but it was unfortunate just then, for the dull business during the day hadmade many of the passengers very snappish and querulous about the hard times. “ It’s for such troublesome fellows as you,” exclaimed somebody, “ that we are having all this war, and expense, and bad business.” “ That’s so,” sulkily muttered another, who had broken a bottle of cologne in his coat-tail pocket, outing to the excessive jam. . “And white folks must now stand up, to make room for niggers.” This ungenerous remark called out the white.neckcloth again; “For shame, gentlemen! You came last, and. must tdke your chances with the rest. Perhaps you don’t know that col ored people are allowed in this car.” “ Allowed 1” sneered one of the restive standers up. “Yes, altogether too loud to suit me! Never heard such loud talk ing in a car in my life; and all owing to a ragged nigger and a confounded aboli tionist.” “Dat ish goot!” here assisted a chubby Dutchman, who was interrupted in his peaceful doze in a corner. “ Got for tarn! What ish all dish for a biznish ?” “Ze people is too much loud, by gar'!” added a nervous Frenchman, irritated alike by 'the loud words and a very loud ache of one of his corns, which the crowd had re peatedly trodden upon. : “ Pon my word!”; coincided a cockney, looking stiffly over a choking shirt-collar, “thishis the most : hextronery wide hi hever had! We don’t hallow such habom inable proceedings fain the hold country, i This his ’ardly hendurable, hand really | the hair is'quite hoppressive ’ere!” “Pot luck! gentleman,” here retotedl the white cravat. “Nobody’s to blame for the weather; and if .you choose to J crowd in and stand up and help make the atmosphere oppressive, and vent your spleen upon a poor colored man, why, it’s your own look-out tjiat’s all.” Brother Cole hfere indulged in a long and very loud guffaw, shaking his fat sides with great unction, much to the discom fort of Bridget and the indignation of his assailants. •' “Yah, yah! Yah, yah’ yah! Dat gemmau’s a real garni wine gemman, and no mistake. He’s a trew friend ob the cuQnd man, he is—Lor’ bress his white choker! He don’t keer a picayune fur de Mounsheer, de Jack Bull, de Dutch, prde debbil, he don’t. Yah, yah! What fun! I nebber see—” “Look here, darkey,” suddenly inter rupted the gruff voice of the conductor, who had been listening to the complaints of various murmurers near the door, and had now edged his way toward Brother Cole, “you must either stop your noise or go out. We can’t have such disturbances.” “ Why, who’s stiirbin’ anybody ?” ex claimed the aggrieved and alarmed Cole, “ Ise peaceable as a sheep, I is. laint makin’ any— “ He’s the cause of all the fuss,” declared an arrogant-looking dandy with pigs eyes, which had been coveting Brother Cole’s seat, as a refuge for his spindle-shanks, which were in danger of getting broken in the crowd. “Youlie, pipe-stems!” here suddenly broke in the man with the red vest, in a stem, loud voice,. let the colored man alone. They’re trying to im pose upon him.” “ That’s my opinion, too, mister,” agreed the individual in top boots. “Thedarkey is all right enough- He’s allowed in this car, but the others do all the talking aloud; and there’s all the truth and the differ ence.” “Good boy,” added the plaid breeches. “ I’m In for old Ethiopia, likewise; and Pro decidedly straight.up and double twist- ALTOONA, PA., THURSDAY, APRIL 10, 1862. edly e satisfaction and renewed rpenjment of Brother Cole, who said, in a subdued voice: “Dey cairn’jt scare dis chile; yah yah! Ole Blueskin! Much your sarbent, mis ter gemman. 1; Didn't know I was blue afore; but spec 1 did look a little blue ow ing to de excited state of ob de county an’ de wedder," “ Won’t you favor us with a song, broth er!” suggested the white cravat “Give us ‘JohnHuffing.’” “What? De young man who knew dat hismudder was well?” Here there were rehewed expression of indignation among the passengers. '“This is infamous! Stop the car, I’m going to get out! Highbinders! Unbear able! Bather walk all the way home, in ten times as bad a storm! Pull the strap!” And six or eight did get out, uttering anathemas upon the whole colored race and on went, the car again, after having received a new passenger in the person of a young colored woman, to whom Brother Cole now yielded his seat, with a profusion of bows, which made her feel like blushing. But Brother Cole now received several scornful nudges from the standers, and he suddenly sat down plump in the Irish wo man’s lap. “ Ow!” she screamed. “ Murther! Ye’ve broke tin good eggs in me pocket. Git off ov me t’igh! Tm ruined and crushed wid yees, intirely. Polace! Wirristhra! Howly saints come cut the t’roat ov this heavy black monkey!” And Bridget’s baby set up a renewed screaming^—all of' which excited a hurri cane of mingled oaths, yells of laughter, and groans among the excited travelers, some of whoitr regarded Brother Cole with great ferocity, and vowed he ought to be taken out and sent to the Tombs. “ Well, where the debble can a poor nigger set! Ise give up my seat to the cullud lady.” “Git out, rags!” “Go away, cologne!” “Phew! Get down somewhere. You can’t stand here, contraband.” “Sit down anywhere, corporosity,” said the red vest. “But try somebody with stout legs.” ' Brother Cole, apparently bewildered with the jostling he was receiving, sat down by turns upon the Frenchman, the Dutchman, and the Cockney—receiving very inhospitable punches from the laps of the first two ; but meeting with better luck at his last awkward session—the outraged Cockney starting up and resigning his seat, and making his way out of the ear as speedily as possible, and speechless with .rage; considering such an indignity to one of Her Majesty's subjects quite as worthy of ministerial attention as another Trent afikir. Continual in gettings and out goings prolonged .the long passage to Fifty-ninth street, much to the annoyance of all who deplored that “colored persons were'al lowed” in that ( car. Time for taking fares having, come, the conductor wended his arduous way through the car on his errand. Brother Cole, see ing him coming, now began husily to search his pockets for the inevitable five cents. “Come, coine, you troublesome fat cuss, hurry up and don’t, keep me waiting.” “Jess as fast as I kin,” replied Brother Cole, looking troubled and absorbed in his search, while the spectators tittered to see him fumbling through innumerable aper tures in his tattered garments for the half dime. First he felt in two side-pockets and two breast-pockets in his tom apology for an overcoat, producing all sorts of odds and ends—everything except money. Then he unbuttoned the garment, and instituted a vigorous search in several pockets of a hor rible undercoat, not forgetting the tails— but produced no money. Now he made a solemn and thorough investigation of three waistcoat pockets, but drawing forth no money. Then he instituted a hurried re view of the pockets of his dilapidated over alls, with a like result. Following.which, he unbuttoned them, and poked about in the receptacles of his trowsers—with the same bad luck. “I don't believe you’ve got a rap about you,” exclaimed the impatient conductor, “Give me the fare, or out you go.” “ I golly, Mister Conductor, don’t be so haish! Ise got it sumwhua, shuar. Hole on, now ! Don’t hole my arm. How do you spec I kin fed fur it if you don’t luff go my aleeb? : Jess you wait a mite.” ’With this, in apparent trepidation, he thrust his fingers into his socks; then took toff a rusty pair of monster bogans and fdt in them; then polled off his old fdt-hat and peered within its dingy lining-; and began throwing off his clothes, .with the air of a man confident of final success, and indignant of suspicion. [INDEPENDENT IN KVEByTHING.] “Grp it, blueskin! You’ll fetch the .fi ve cents yet" “Are you going to bedl”asked the con ductor, who could not refrain from joining in the general laugh at Brother Cole’s perplexity. “Not pfore I pay for my lodging; yah, yah!” returned he, now, in his shirt-sleeves. Thrusting his hand withip the. waistband of his indescribables, ho carefully drew up one of the lowest angles of his nether gar ment, and undoing the, hard knot into which it was tied, drew forth two dismal looking brown bills, opened them—and stared, aghast! , ■ “ 1 gorry, I thout it was dar, but it am no sicK ting! Wh—wh—-what’ll Ido fur a five-cent piece, my Lor, 1 !” “Why, one of the bills will do. I’ll change it,” said the conductor. “ Np, no you wont ear Dem’s bad bills, I put ’em in dar so’e to .be shuar not to pass ’em by accidun, and be tooken up fur counterfeitin’. Don’t touch, ’em sar. O what’ll Ido for a five-cent piece 1 ? I must have lost it sumwhus!” And be now hastily resumed his sec tions of. confederated tatters, trembling vi olently at the threats of the mortified con ductor, who considered himself the victim of a trick on the part of fat Brother Cole. “ Stop the car, and hand him over to the police!” “Impostor!” “Rowdy!” “Pickpocket mostlikely!” “ No, you don’t!” now interposed the white cravat, tendering the fere. “ Here's five cents for him. No doubt he had the money, but gave it away to some poor person.” “It would be jess like me!” said Brother Gols, grinning. “ Much your sarbent, sar. But I say, mister gemmen, as you’s got an umberil, and I git out about heah, could I ■ trubble you fur to kumpany me cross de street to my do’—and you kin come right back, and the car will wait fur you? I don’t want to spile my do’es.” “ |tost: certainly 1 vrill, my colored friend,” replied the - white cravat, rising and putting the strap; upon which, the car stopping, the red vest, top-boois, and plaid breeches also arose, and followed them out, expressing deep solicitude to see “Old Blueskin” safe home. “ Look aheah, mister conductor, I’ll jess tell you what it is. You’m treated me so hansum, dat 1 mean to patronize dis car obery time I come dis way; and I’ll tell all odder cullud pussons of my acquainnms to do de same likewise; fur it’s a gran’ idee ob yours to ’low cullud people to be al lowed in dis car.” And out went the whole party of five, laughing heartily, the loud “Yah, yah!” of Brother Cole being heard above all. “ If ever you thrust your ugly body into this car agin,” roared the conductor, sha king his fiat, “I’ll—!” But the party had reached the sidewalk, yelling with glee, and were now seen en tering a drinking-saloon together, in ,J the most familiar style. The conductor stared, and so did the. passengers; and as the car proceeded on its couse, somebody was beard to’ whisper to his companion something about “Chris ty’s Minstrels”—though what it meant we are unable to say BATTLE mil) AT WUTGHESTER. The scene of the conflict is terrible.— Civilians are generally printed from vis iting it at present It is impossible to de scribe the scepo so, as tq igjve % realisation of its ghastliness and terror, which any one ought to . blush not f to perceive while walking amid the remnants of humanity which are scattered about. . Bodies in all tbe frightful attitudes which; a violent and . unnatural death could ; produce, stained with blood, mangled and lacerated per haps, often hegrimmed and black, lay scat tered here and there, sometimes almost in heaps. Some had drawled away when wounded to a comfortable place to die. — Two men lay almost covered with straw, into which they had scrambled and lay until death had released them. In the woods through which our troops had to pass to charge the rebels, lie the greatest number of our 4 dead, and beyond, on the other side of the wall, from behind which they poured their volleys of halls at our men, large numbers of the rebels lie pierced in the forehead or face as they rose above their hiding place to shoot at the Federals. There is a peculiar ghastliness in the ap pearance of the enemy's dead. Did not their dress distinguish them, their faces would enable any one instantly to tell which were Federals and which not. One would think they were all Indians, 4 so very dark had they become from their expo sure, sleeping without tents, as they die. for a long time at the beginning of the war. | THE DEAD AND DYING IN THE HOSPITAL. I If there is anything more dreadful, it is a visit to the hospital after a battle. In the Court House are placed a large num ber of the wounded, our own and the ene my’s, without discrimination, and in sev -1 eral {daces in town hospitals have been es j tablitoedstece the battle. It is difficult to i compel one’s self to dweU long enough upon - the scenes. witnessed there, of the dying and-dead, to give them a faithful descrip tion. Surgeons and attendants have been constantly at labor, without rest, iii at tending to the unfortunate soldiers ih the hospitals. Yet, after all their efforts, it was long before many of the wounded could be properly cared for and their wounds properly dressed. The court room was filled with the sufferers, lying upon the floor, so many that it was difficult to pass about among them. Among them was the Confederate Captain Jones, who had both eyes shot out, and whose face, coveredl thickly with clotted blood, pre sented the most repulsive and pitiable sight which one could well behold. Some, from loss of blood, were wan and pale, and some, from the injuries to the &ce, were swollen, distorted and discolored. Some, indeed, were cheerful-and rejoicing that, while their comrades were many of them so seriously injured, their flight wounds would soon' heal and become hon orable. scars, testifying their patriotism and loyalty. But the majority of ;tjhose which I saw here were dangerous wounds, and soine. were U> suffer amputations,; and their fellow-soldiers about them, sufficing from their own wounds, were obliged to listen to their cries and groans, and to hear the grating of the surgeon’s saw, a pre monitor of their own hard fate. I saw many in the agonies of death— one, who was raised and seated half up right, haunts me now with his pale, sor rowful countenance. He was almostdead, and every moment would raise his head, open his eyes, and stare vacantly around, as if lie would assure him Self that be had not yet lost all the sense of sight. Here also lay some who had just died,, and as I passed through the hall, a gray-haired guard, resting upon his musket, with a solemn, grave countenance, was standing beside a number of dead, in the attitude of a death struggle, each with a paper pinned to his clothing, stating the name, regiment, &c., of the deceased. BLASPHEMY OF REBEL CLERGY. On Monday morning Parson Brownlow met some thirty Methodist preachers at the Methodist Book Concern, in Cincin nati, and made a brief speech. He; knew only three Methodist preachers who were loyal. Bishop Coiile condemned the re bellion ; he did not dare do more, because he would be hung, old as he is.. The Bishop had to swear to support the Con federacy. Mr. Brownlow said the South ern churches were ruined for good.— ! : |Hnion people would not hear \ Secession preachers,- nor Secessionists those 1 who were loyal. The Speaker owed his escape to the protests of his friends in East Ten nessee, which is Union five to one, and to the political civilian leaders of Tennessee, saying if he was kept, twelve of their leaders would be sacrificed. His wife and children Were detained as hostages for his “good conduct.*’ He told his wife to make up her mind to be executed, as he should certainly speak and write against the Confederacy. The worst men, he remarked, in the Southern Confederacy are Methodist, Bap tist, Presbyterian and Episcopalian preach ers. They drink and swear week days, and pre&h Sundays. When they became secesh they bid farewell to honesty, truth and decency. The Confederacy origina ! ted in lying, Stealing and perjury. Floyd did the stealing, rite common masses the lying, and fourteen Senators from the Cot ton States the perjury—the latter class while still retaining their seats in the U. S. Senate, and making a pretence of ob serving their oath, but at night, till twelve o’cloek, holding secret meetings, sending diapatchea to theirxespective States to pass ordinances of secession, to seize forts, &c. A.mnng other instances illustrating the Bpiritprevail«ng niin nng the Southern clergy, Mr. Brownlow said tiiat the pastor of tire First Presbyterian Church in Knoxville called a union prayer meeting to pray that Burnside’s fleet might sink and the blockade be raised. The same minister had said that he would rather use a Bible printed ftr> d bound in hell than one from the North. Also,that JeBus Christ was born- on Southern soil, and that all • his apostles were Southern men, except Judas Iscariot, who was a Northern man.. This was said openly, from his pulpit, on- Sun day. _ Mr. Brownlow is of opinion that there are better men in the place where the Presbyterian parson looked for his next edition of the Bible, than the Southern leaders. He had seen good men taken out of his prison in knots, and one by one, and hung—fathers and their sons. He was of opinion that it was time to hang op our side. Mr. Brownlow intimated his intention ,pf going back to Knoxville to re-establish his paper, which he hod edited for twenty-five years, and which had more subscribers than all the papers in Eastern; Tenpesseecombined. 49* A. North Carolinian, upon Shearing that grass Was growing in-the sheets of his native city, becameahhoet frantic with joy. IhM grass would grow «iy where la North Carolina-was perfectly Ughtfol to him, : - ' ■; "-^>V EDITORS Am) PROPRIETORS. AI In the battle near Elk Horn. T*vern, Sergeant Major Wooster* of'’ the lowa Third, was hit 7 by a cannon shot, talcing away the side of his skid!, whitehe‘waa engaged in untangling the horses from the Dubuque battery, having bravely volun teered to go ahead on the dangerous er rand, in the face of a plunging fire from the enemy’s battery. Calling to his boy, after he was shot, he said: “Johnny, Oh Johnny, I must go!” A cannon ball, in the battle near Lee Town, killed two cousins named Alley, and lodged in the breast of Lieut. Perry Watts, of Company K, Twenty-eeoond In- diana. It was taken out, and proved to be a 6 pounder ball. A man was shot through the body with a ball, and caught in the waistband of his pantaloons, where it had lodged. In the battle of the Bth a ball struck a tree, shivering it to splinters, s One of the splinters, six feet long, struck a Seoesh, . and impaled him to the earth. Lieut. Henne, of Company P, Twelfth Missouri, who had lost his arm in the Hun* garian war, was struck in the battle of the Bth by a cannon ball, which carried away his right leg. He was carried off the field, and, when passing Gen. Curtis, the heroic sufferer waved his hand to the Gen- eral, while his face was wreathed in smilee, as if forgetful of his sufferings in the ex ultation of approaching victory. A singular incident is mentioned by Captain Stark, of Gen. Curtis’ staff: In the heat of the action on the Bth, a wood cock, which was flying over the field to ward us from the secesh side, suddenly darted straight to the ground,'and was picked up near Gen. Curtis’ position. It was ascertained that a stray buUet had passed through its body while on the wing. The incident was taken as a good omen. On the rebel side the- Indiana were in command of Pike, Standwarts and Boss. They proved of little account, except to plunder and rifle the dead, and scalp the wounded, of which fact Col. Busey, of the Third Illinois cavalry, has ample evidence. In the field these cowardly allies could hot be brought within range of our cannon. — They would say, “Ugh! big gun!” and skedaddle for the brush. A secesh doctor, who came afterward into our camp, relates that on the morning of the batttle he observed about 300 In dians daubing their faces all over black, from the coal of the chared stumps. The doctor inquired of one of the chiefs the significance of pamting thus, when he Iras answered that “ the Indians, when going into a fight, painted their faces red; bat when they are pinched with hunger, they color blade.” These fellows had had noth ing to eat in two days. A ball, after breaking the legs of two men, hit Capt. Hobb on the back of his leg and was stopped. The Captain was slightly injured, but his sword was bat tered. Price’s field-glass was takenand used during the remainder of the battle, by Gen. Davis, to make observations. ' > A cannon ball struck the ground, and ricocheting, passed under CoL White’s borne, carrying away a leg of the horse rode by Lieutehant Landgrpve. The Lieu- . tenant fell with the horse, but extricated himself as soon as possible. The horseget ting up, hobbled to the Secesh ranks, taking along the lieutenant’s pocket money; which was concealed in the holsters. A Dutchman rode directly Into the ene my’s works with a caisson. The rebel Major asked him where he was going, -and the man answered, “Dish for Sigeh” The Major smiled and directed the man where to go, which was not probably to any point beyond the rebel lines. A Heboic AcHmvraqoer.—A corres pondent of the Missouri Democrat, writing from Island Humber 10, gives the follow ing account of a gallant; achievement by Lieut. Allen, of the Twenty-seventh Illi nois regiment: In a former letter I wrote of a contem plated attempt on the part of Lieutenant Allen, of Company C, of the Twenty-sev enth Illinois, to spike the guns of the up per Rebel fort at this place, christened, we have been told, Fort Polk. This bold task was undertaken last Friday night, when the lieutenant, in company with four other men, dropped down-in a skiff and found a large body of Rebels at work constructing platforms for supporting their cannon. t .. The lieutenant resolved not to be to tally disappointed, and, boding, very coolly approached a sentinel, whowas pacing a parapet at the lower extremity of the fort, and, representing hirosejf as a brother BebeLmnarked : “J willrelieve ypu from duty now, sir.” The I&bel guard, weariedand thankful, triT to * his quarters, when the lieutenant pud the fid pounder at the W the fort, which was served wipMt*sfWW»cy ' against us on ■bet- Monday. Tbi brox i imity of the laboring KeWa wosMliaot ■■ strife him to prosecute any father a ritark | whidi had loflloer.” ; u-' . no. le.