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Presbyterian Rur.-D. Harbison, Pastor.
Preaeliing every Sabbath morning at 10J
o'clock, and in the evening at 3 o'clock. Sab
bath School at 1 o'clock, A. M. Prayer meet
ing every Thursday evening at 6 o clock.
"lethodist Episcopal Church Rev.S.T. Show,
Preacher in charge. Rev. J. G. Gogley, As
listant. Preaching every Sabbath, alternately
a! 10 o'clock in the morning, or 7 in the
evening. Sabbath School at 9 o'clock, A. M.
Prsrer meeting every Thursday evening, at 7
o'clock.
Wdck Independent Rev Ll. R. Powell,
Pastor. Preaching every Sabbath morning at
lOo'ciock, and in the evening at 6 o'clock.
Sabbath School at 1 o'clock, P. M. Prayer
meeting on the first Monday evening of each
month and on every Tuesdaj-, Thursday and
Friday evening, excepting the first week in
each month.
Cahinistic Methodist Rev. Johx Williams,
Paetor. Preaching every Sabbath evening at
2 and 6 o'clock. Sabbath School at 10 o'clock,
A. M. Prayer meeting every Friday evening,
at 7 o'clock. Society every Tuesday evening
at 7 o'clock.
Disciples Rev. W. Lloyd, Pastor. Preach
ing tvery Sabbath morning at 10 o'clock.-
Particular Baptists Rev. David Jexkixs,
Pastor. Preaching every i'abbath evening at
3 o'clock. Sabbath School at at 1 o'clock, P. M.
Catholic Rev. M. J. Mitchell, Pastor.
Services every Sabbath morning at 10$ o'clock
and Vespers at 4 o'clock in the evening.
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town. 4c., arrive on Thursday of each week,
at 5 o'clock, P. M.
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COILVFY OFFICERS.
Judges of the Courts President, Hon. Geo.
Taylor, Huntingdon; Associates, George W.
Easier, Richard Jones, Jr.
Protkonotary Joseph M'Donald.
Rrgister and Recorder Ed.vard F. Lytle.
Sheriff. Robert P. Linton.
deputy Sheriff. William Linton.
DiUrict Attorney. Philip S. Noon.
County Commissioners. Abel Lloyd, D. T.
Storm, James Cooper.
Clrrk to Commissioners. Robert A. M'Coy
Treaurer. John A. Blair.
Peer House Directors. David O'narro,
Michael M'Guire, Jacob Horner.
Po.or Jlouse Treasurer. George C. K. Zabni.
Poor House Steward. James J. Kaylor.
Mercantile Appraiser. H. C. Devine.
Aulitors. Henry Hawk, John F. Stull.
3ohn S. Rhey.
County Surveyor. E. A. Vickroy.
C'T6?r. James S. Todd.
S'iperintendent of Common Schools. James
H. Swank,
EHEXSUrttG DOR. OFFICERS.
Juttice of the reace. David H. Roberts
Harrison Kinkead.
fir,David J. Evans.
T0Kn Council Evan Griffith, John J. Evans,
Mlliam D. Davis, Thomas B. Moore, Daniel
u- Evans.
to Council T. D. Litzinger.
Borough Treasurer George Gurley.
'Hh Master William Davis.
School Directors William Davis, ReeSe S
-r4, Morris J. Evans, Thomas J. Davis,
tagh Jones, David J. Jones.
Treasurer of School BoardZv&n Morgan, j
p'Mtable George W. Brown.
Taz Collector GBQtgfi Gurley. I
Jfye of Uclionhlesh&c Thomas.
l!IKnrink..t 'l?panl Wm Willtnrtia 1
Auutor Richard T. Davis.
The Vlleohaman Si. 50' in udvauee.
EBENSBURG, PA., THURSDAY, NOVEMBER 7, 1861.
IIow They Did It.
A CHAKUIXGLY DESCRIPTIVE FRAGMENT.
They were sitting side by side,
And he sighed, and then she sighed.
Said he, "My darling idol!"
And he idled, and then she idled.
"You are creation's belle,"
And she bellowed, and then he bellowed.
;On my soul there's such a weight,"
And he waited, and then she waited.
"Your hand I ask, so bold I've grown 1"
And he groaned, and then she groaned.
"And you shall hare your private gig,"
And she giggled, and then he giggled.
Said she, "My own, my dearest Luke !"
And he looked, and then she looked.
"I'll have thee, if thou wilt!"
And she wilted, and then he wilted.
SKETCHES BY A NORTHERN RAtTgER.
a scout's advextcbe.
We liad reached the entrance of a nar
row pass which led through some rugged
hills. Our party was small, hut its mem
bers were determined men, none of whom
were novices in scenes of danger. We
marched in silence, that was broken only
by tba murmured whispers of the men,
the cries and fluttering of birds, or the
quick plunge of some small animal through
the thick foliage, which, from the very
edge of the path we were pursuing, spread
amid lofty trees thinly scattered on the
hill.
Day was near its close. We were dis
tant some miles from the camp. The en
emy might be in possession of the defile
in overwhelming numbers. It was deter
mined that we should keep in compact
order until we had got well beyond the
"entrance of. the pass, when, as it becomes
more obstructed or tortuous, we should
advance singly, taking advantage of every
bush, rock or inequality, ready for the foe,
and reckless of his numbers.
The foliage became thicker as we ad
vanced and as evening fell. On our right
wss a dense thicket, which we reached
after having lost sight of the entrance, to
the defile in our rear. This thicket reached
from the foot of the gorge to its summit.
Each step became firmer but more cautious.
There was no whispering now, and every
breath was guarded. We were far in the
glen on one side gray rocks, lofty trees,
flowering plants and creepers in wild confusion-spreading
over the abrupt sides of
dark, fantastic hills, broken at intervals
by huge chasms that gleamed wildly in
the rays of the declining sun on the
other side the impenetrable thicket was
KiiT-Iorl in trlnnni.
Still steadily and etcalthily advancing,
each man with his rifle grasped easily in
his hand, glancing quickly to the right
and left, with unwearied energy crept
along the glen. A whistle, quick and
clear, sent its wild sound thrilling through
every heart and ear. There was a sudden
halt in our little troop. All was breath
less suspense. That was no bird's cry.
No throat but a human one ever gave out
a note so threatening. "What was it?"
passed in a still, rapid whisper among us.
"Guerillas!" "Hush!" We listened
long and breathlessly, and warily peered
on every side. Not a man of us visible
but to his fellows. Crouched with our
very hearts beating, on the earth, covered
by the friendly bush, we lay for many
minutes in the hope of hearing the whistle
repeated. All was as still as though the
6pot had never known its wild solitude
broken by the foot of man or disturbed
by his passions, his schemes or his ambi
tion. Still we listened, but in vain. No oth
er sound was heard. Why was there no
other signal ? Was it some solitary wan
derer, who sent that shrill cry forth thro'
the stillness q mere wantonness) and
with no other motive than that of breaking
its monotony. Not so. There was a sig
nificance in that sound- that breathed war
and defiance. as plainly as it it had come
from the blast of a trumpet. "Up and
moving, men I came m low tones fioni
the lips of the sergeant in command. "Let
'em try it again.""
Our march was resumed as before ; but
we stepped more stealthily, listened with
painful attention and glared on every side
with the intensity of bloodhounds. The
defile took an acute turn to the right, and
on the left was a naked space, extending
for some yards, devoid of all verdure but
the gray moss clingiug around the gray
rocks. .
We began hastily to cross this uncover
ed space, when there was a report of many
pieces, whilst red flashes from rocks and
bushes iti "the front gleamed savagely and ;
suddenly upon in. For a moment we !
were staggered. Then with a shout we
rushed forward to unearth the ambushed
foe. Again the fire was repeated, with
the muzzles of their rifles within a few
feet of our faces. I gazed round for an
instant, after discharging my piece at one
fellow, and with my bayonet, transfixing
another to the soft, sandy rock, against
which he fell, and perceived none of my
party by my side. But the thick smoke
and rapidly falling darkness that now
ruled, in conjunction with shots, yells and
groans, in the surrounding glen, made
everything invisible beyond the length of
the arm.
At that instant I felt a sudden pang; a
dizziness, a blackness like death, came on
me j I clutched wildly at the sulphurous
air, reeled and fell.
When I recovered my senses, I discov
ered that I was lying on my side, bleeding
slightly from a flesh wound in the thigh.
I had bled profusely, before recovering,
for I was saturated in half-congealed gore,
liaising myself on my elbow, I looked
round for my comrades. The moon was
shining with all the softness of her beauty
on the spot. J counted five bodies lying
within a compass of almost as many yards.
I endeavored to discover their uniforms,
but could not at that distance. I rose
slowly, and with much difficulty reached
the nearest. He was dead, with a blue
hole in the centre of his forehead, through
which the bullet had passed and the blood
still slowly oofced. I crawled to the next
one j he, too, was past all earthly aid. So
on to the third, fourth and fifth. The
bullet had done its full work on all. These
had been my comrades, a few hours before,
eager to deal destruction -upon foes, and
careless of the fate that met them. I was
the sixth and last of the party.
But where was the enemy, or what had
been the enemy? I heard no sound, and
the moonlight falling directly upon the
dead men and the gray, weird-like rocks,
produced an effect that was sickening and
horrible. I remembered the man. L had
slain. I searched for his body, but it was
gone. I searched for others of the enemy,
but all had disappeared.
There were no dead left on that battle
ground but the five fallen scouts. Yet it
was obvious that others had perished there,
from the blood lying in little pools among
the rocks, behind which the ambushed
foe had lurked and poured upon us his
deadly fire.
My wound began to bleed afresh, which
brought a faintness upon me, and I sank
to the earth. A burning thirst was con
suming me, and I groaned in agony.
Alter a little while I made another ef
fort to rise, but failed ; and then falling
back, as calmly as possible, I yielded to
my fate. I thought of past days, when,
in early youth, no cry for blood had yet
awakened that inherent ferocity that lurks
unseen in the heart of man, until the
tearful scent rousea it it does the blood
hound, and it springs forth with a swift
ness that appals, and a strength that des
olates. a capture.
My reverie was broken by the sound of
voices. Then came that of approaching
footsteps. As it drew nearer a new life
seemed to quiver through my veins, like
a fresh gush of virgin spring. The most
savage foe, to whom the torture of a cap
tive was an unapproachable . delight, ad
vancing upon me with the menaces of a
demoniac, would at that moment have been
welcome as an angel of light in comparison
to the loneliness the woe'of that dismal
glen, and its bloody and unburied dead.
In a few moments a dozen armed men
were on the spot, leaning upon their rifles
and gazing round upon the dead. Some
stooped and examined the body with care
less scrutiny ; others merely stirred them
with the foot,' or turned thent over with
the muzzles of their guns, witl the brutal
indifference bloodshed engenders in the
heart.
"They're dead. Let them rot!" said
one, who appeared to be the leader of the
party. I
"Not all dead," I replied. !
Had a voice acrually issued from the
tomb, as mine undoubtedly seemed to do,
its effect would not have been much more
startling. Each man, for an instant,
seemed changed into a statue. Then the
whole group made a simultaneous move
ment toward me.
"That's the fellow that bayonetted Ike,"
exclaimed one of them, cocking his revol
ver and thrusting the muzzle between my
teeth.
In another instant I should have been
in eternity, but for the sudden jerking
back of my would-be destroyer's arm by
one of hi3 comrades, who calmly remark
ed : "If he's got through the rough
work he had a while ago, we'll not kill
the poor devil now." With a muttered
curse the ruffian replaced his weapon in
his belt and withdrew.. "Where are you
hurt ?" inquired he whose interference
had just saved me ; "can't yer get up !"
I told him I was shot in the hip, and was
dying of thirst. Here he called a meai
ber of the party to him, and taking from
his hand a canteen, poured some of its
contents brandy and water down my
throat. My wound had entirely stopped
blee'tJrng,' but my whole side was stiff and
painful. With much difficulty I rose to
my feet, and by the aid of two of iuy cap
tors, tor such they were, managed to move
along with the rest of the band, through
what appeared a cleft in the mountain,
pursuing a new path to that 1 had hith
erto traversed in the company of those
who had fallen, and whom I Was now
leavinsr behind me forever.
For .some time we followed this road,r"nd found him clinging, about a couple of
ronnm? at tne base 01 two acclivities al-
. . A 1 -
most perpendicular, whose dizzy summits
I could not scan, and whose rugged sides
of gray, at intervals, were shining coldly
beneath some stray gleam of moonlight,
that, even in that cavernous pass, found
its way and smiled amid the gloom, like
the good glance of a visiting pngel.
Suddenly we emerged from this gloomy
defileand found ourselves in what ap
peared almost a level countiy. Here
where some tents were pitched we halt
ed, and I was a prisoner in a guerrilla
camp.
A week elapsed, and I had recovered
from my wound. The chief of the party
who had captured me offered me my lib
erty, on condition that I gave my parole
not to bear arms against the rebels again
Muring twelve months. This I had sworn
never to do .in the event of my becoming
a prisoner to the Confederate army. I
was equally resolved now to adhere to my
oath.
From that moment I was closely guard
ed, with the vigilance known but to an
angry foe. No sleepy sentinel ever
lounged with heavy limb and weary eye,
in mock watchfulness, near the rugged
couch whereon I lay. But, sleeping or
waking, some hawk-eyed watcher kept
gfkArd iy "rny sittemarkin all tay out
goings and incomings.
In that camp was another prisoner be
sides myself, a miserable creature, appa
rently, only waiting the certain death that
the caprice of a merciless band would, in
some uiexpected moment, hurl upon his
head, aid whom nothing but the same
caprice permitted still to move upon the
earth a living thing. This wretch had
been ctured some days after I had, in
the act of robbing the dead after a skir
mish. His crime in the eye of a soldier
is a deadly sin. He is the pariah of his
class. A vulture too foul fjr an honest
shot, fom whose blood the bright steel
would receive a disgrace deeper than its
stain, f A thing to worthless to hang ; one
whose loathsome life should bo crushed
out suddenly, with stone or club, as a rep
tile should, and the contaminated weapon
tbjo'ung from the hand forever.
lfe cringed to his captors, and they
drove, him from them with curses and
kicks, and when he fawned they spat upon
him. ,
j AX ESCAPE.
Onfl night, after unwearied wat fulness
and ceaseless planning, I broke from the
bond.xre that held me. lne nirnt was
cloudy and threatened rain
enough from my captors to know that a
detachment of northern troops was en
camped to the eastward, within five miles
of us, This detachment I resolved to
reach or die. From what I had learned
among the guerillas, I felt assured I could
with little difficulty find the encampment.
After crouching my way through and
along the outskirt of a thicket (that grew
by the side of a road, old and grass-grown,
running nearly east and west) for at least
twWiniles, I merged from it into the road,
sweating and bleading ; hatless, my clothes
torn into fragments, panting and wearied.
I had taken my bearings from the few
stars that glimmered through the clouds,
in the unobscured spot of the heavens,
and was about to start along the road in
an easterly direction when a man leaped
from the thicket and the thief of the
battle-field, the plunderer of the dead,
stood by my, side. "On, on !" he exclaim
ed in hoarse and excited tones, pointing
along the road in the direction I was
about to take, "they're following." He
shook with, fear, and I pitied him. Dis
gust at his presence too, was lessened by
a sense of the common" danger. Before I
could speak he dashed past me along the
road. I followed, and thus we fled for
more than twenty minutes : he a little
ahead of me during the whole time. We
reached a narrow unfinished bridge, stretch
ing from high banks across a stream.
We began to cross the bridge, but our
progress was much impeded and even en
dangered, as our only stepping points
were from beam to beam and plank to
plank, most of them loose and rotten and
at uneven distances. The bridge was
supported by huge piles set in the river
whose sullen waters we were able to dis
tinguish rushing far beneath us. Yet the
river seemed shallow there, for wnite
breakers curling around the ' rocks we
could detect also. Onward we went. -I
was now in advance some dozen yards.
AlLbefere us, beyond twenty feet, was lost
in gloom ; behind the game darkness iin- i
penetraDie at tne same aistance. Aei on
we pressed from one rotten, shaking tim
ber to another. Suddenly loud shouts in
the rear proclaimed the pursuing foe.
These were followed by the sharp ring of
rifles, and a tearful shriek from my com
panion. I stopped and turned. He called
en me, for the "love of Heaven to help
him." I returned some little distance
r leet aoove me cross-pieces, to a uarruw
V 1 . 1 A -
iron bar that ran from one of the piles to
another. He was struggling wildly.
"How is it ?" I asked, a3 I stooped to aid
him. But I discovered my assistance to
be valueless, unless I could place my feet
on the bar,and leaning with my breast upon
one of the timbers, and reach over both
hands and grasp him by the collar. As
I was making this essay, the moon broke
fully upon as, and I met his upturned,
pallid face. His teeth were set. His
bloodless lips drawn from them with a
rigidity that left them completely bare.
His eyes were starting from their sockets,
and his form trembled so as to shake the
last hold to which he clung.
"One of their bullets," he hissed be
tween his teeth, "has smashed my ankle.
I am going 1' His hold relaxed, another
terrible shriek rang through the night
air, and he fell crushing among the jut
ting rocks below ; his blood mingled
with the pure clement that eddied round
them.
I again pursued my way. along the
bridge alone. Many a bullet whistled
past me from my inveterate but bewilder
ed foes, and many a narrow escape I ran
of being hurled into the dark river, of im
palement upon is half-concealed rocks.
liu oac iP-lch. death sufficed for that
night At length I reached the other
side, thankful but exhausted. Still, with
unabated speed, I pursued my way, until
the challenge of a sentinel stopped further
progress. I had reached one of the pick
ets of the detachment for which I was
bound our gallant northerners. I was
safe, and a free man again.
Gen. Patterson.
The Rev. Mr. Smith, Chaplain of Col.
Butterfield's regiment, in a meeting at
Utica, recently, made the following state
ment in regard to Gen. Patterson :
Having acted as Chaplain of Col. But
terfield's regiment during the three months
campaign, he was able to speak under
standingly of certaiu military operations,
and particularly of the movements of Gen.
Patterson, to whose column the 12th reg
iment (Col. Butterfield's) was attached.
Mr. Smith said that Patterson was directed
to do one of three things : either to attack
the rebel General Johnston, at Winches
ter ; or, if he was not strong enough to
attack him, to at least keep him in check,
and prevent hirq from joining Beaure-
T had heirdiCd or, in case John sou gave him the
sup, ro ioiiow mm xo manassas ana attack
that posUion in the rear.
But Gen. Patterson said he did not wish
to shed blood : he conducted the war on
peace principles. Col. Butterfield was
then acting as Brigadier General, and ap
pealed to Patterson, time after time, to be
allowed, with his single brigade, to attack
Johnson in his intreuchmcnts. But Pat
terson steadily refused. When pickets
brought intelligence that Johnson had
left Winchester, and was in full march to
join Beauregard, Patterson discredited the
story, and resisted all entreaties of officers
and men to follow. Instead of that, he
made a night march of twenty miles in the
opposite direction, and thus kept his 30,
000 men out of harm's way until the
bloody disaster of Bull's Run, which ho
might Have averted, fell like a pall upon
the country.
The' speaker said there was but one
opinion concerning Gen. Patterson among
the s6ldiers of his division,- and that was,
that he was a traitor. He had heard the
Rhode Island regiment call him traitor to
his face, and hiss, and groan, and hoot
him back to -his tent. Mr. S. said that
Patterson left his command at midnight,
and intimated very strongly that if he had
remained much longer he would have
been in danger of assassination from his
own men.
Smith and Brown, running oppo-
site
ways around a corner, struck, each
other.
cays Smith, "lou made my head
"That's a sigh it's hollow," says
"Didn't your riug?" queried
"No " returned Brown. "Thaff
ring!"
Brown.
Smith.
a feign it's crocked I" replied Smith,
NUMBER 7.
T 1111am and Ills IlavelocR.
The members of the Mack-
eral brigade, now stationed on Arlington
Heights, to watch the movements of tho
Potomac, which is expected to rise shortly,
desire me to thank the ladies of America
for supplies of havelocks and other deli
cacies of the season just received. The
havelocks are rather gloomy, and we took
them for shirts at first ; and the shirts are
so narrow-minded that we took them for
havelocks. If the women of America
could manage to get a little less linen in
the collars of the latter, and a little mora
in the other department of the graceful
"garment," there would be fewer colds in,
this division of the Grand Army. Tho
havelocks, as I have said before, are roomy
very roomy. Villiam Brown, of Com
pany G, put one on last night, when he
went on sentry duty, and looked like &
broomstick in a pillow case, for all the
world. When the officer of the night
came around and caught sight of Villiam
in his havelock, he was struck dumb with
admiration for a moment. Then he ejac
ulated :
"What a splendid moonbeam !"
Villiam made a movement, and the ser
geant came up.
"What's that white object?" says the
officer to the sergeant.
"The young man is Villiam Brown,1
t
said the sergeant.
"Thunder!" roared the officer, "tell
him to go to his tent and take off that
nightgown !"
"You're mistaken," says the sergeant,
"the sentry is. Villiam Brown, in his
havelock, which was made by the women
of America !"
The officer was so justly exasperated
at his mistake that he went to his quarters
and took the oath three times running,
with a little sugar in it.
The oath is very popular and comes in
bottles. I take it medicinally myself.
The shirts made by the ladies of Amer
ica are noble articles, as far down as the
collar, but would not do to nse as an only
garment. Capt. Mortimer de Montague,
of the skirmish squad, put one on when
he went to the Presidential reception, and
the collar stood up so high that he could
not put his cap on, while the other depart
ment did not reach to his waist. His ap
pearance at the White House was pictur
esque and interesting, and as he entered
the drawing room, Gen. Scott remarked
very feelingly
"Ah! here comes one of the wounded
heroes."
"He's not wounded, General," remarked
an officer standing by.
"Then why is his head bandaged up 7"
asked the venerable veteran.
"Oh!" says the officer, "that's only one
of the shirts made by the patriotic women
of America."
In about five minutes after the conver
sation I saw the venerable veteran and the
wounded hero at the office, taking the
oath together.
A Chip op the Old Block. Mrs.
Fremont, as most of our readers know, is
the daughter'of honest Old Tom Benton,
and' possesses much of his moral courage.
While her husband, Gen Fremont, is
pursuing the enemies of freedom through
south-western Missouri, his noble wife
faced them in Washington, and traced out
the fire in the rear. Old F. P. Blair,
father of Col. Blair, met her at the Presi
dent's house. She demanded to see the
letters written against her husband. Mr.
Blair, having little else to say, reminded
her that she was out of a woman's sphere.
"Here," said he, "is the place where we
make and unmake men." "Mr. Blair,"
retorted she, "my sphere is the defending
of my husband, to the utmost of my abil
ity, everywhere. As to your capacity to
make men, I have seen two specimens
said to be yours, and if you can do no bet
ter, I would advise you to quit the busi
ness !"
Must Help Uncle Sam FiRsr. A
farmer in Wisconsin had a son who joined
the Eighth regiment of that State without
his father's consent. Several letters were
written by the father to the son, while the .
regiment was in quarters at Camp Ran
dall, for the purpose of persuading him to.
return. At last he wrote him that he
must come ; that he had a large of ainou' '
of threshing to do; thj; he could not af
ford to hire help, t it were to be had
which was haraly j'o9sible, owing to. tLa
number of enlistments ; and that Ue.uust'
return home and help him, even he en-'
listed again afterward. The, juqjj'ma'n
replied :
"Dear lather : I can go home at pres
ent. Should be veyr glad to help you,'
but Uncle Sain has a mighty sight bigger'
job of threshing on Land than yau have,
and I'm bouud to e him out of tfee woord
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