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VOLUME 4
" 11ST OF POST OFFICES.
Post Office: Post Masters. ut'
Bethel Station Enoch Reese, Blackhck.
Carrolltown, "William M.Jones, Carroll.
Chess Springs, Danl. LiUinger, Chest.
ConemaSghf A. G Crooks, . .Tay or :
Cresson, Wm. W. Young, Tlashint'n.
Ebensburg. . . John Thompson, Ebensburg.
Fallen Timber, Isaac Thompson, W hite.
GalliUin, J.M.Christy, Gallitrln.;
Hemlock, ,Jm Tiley, Jr., Washt n.
Johnstown, I. E. Chandler, Johnst'wn.
Loretto, ;: M. Adlesberger, Loretto.
Mineral Point, E. Wissinger, Conem gh.
Munster, A. Durbin, Munstcr.
Plattsville, Andrew J Ferral, Susq ban:
Roseland, G. W. Bowman, White. ,
6t Augustine, Wm. Ryan, Sr., Clearfield.
Scaln Level, George Conrad, Richland.,
Sonmaii, B. M'Colgan, - Washt'n. '
Summerhill, B. F. Slick, HTOjle.
Summit, Kiss M. Gillespie, Washt'n.
Wilmore, Morris Keil, S'merhill.
CIIFRCHES, MINISTERS, &C.
Presbyterian Ret. DUarbisox, Pastor.
Preaching every Sabbath morning at 10
o'clock, and in the evening at 6 o'clock. Sab
ofttli School at 1 o'clock, A. M. Prayer meet
ing every Thursday evening at 6 o'clock.
Methodist Episcopal Church Rev. J. S. Lem
jjos, Preacher in charge. Rev. J. Geay, As
sistant. Preaching every Sabbath, alternately
at 10 o'clock in the morning, or 7 in the
evening. Sabbath School at 0 o'clock, A. M.
Prayer meeting every Thursday evening, at 7
o'clock.
Welch Independent Rev Lt. R. Powell,
pj,.or preaching every Sabbath morning at
lOo'ciock, and in the evening at 6 o'clock.
Sabbath. School fct 1 o'clock, P. M, . Prayer
iaeeting on the first Monday evening of each
month ; and on every Tuesday, Thursday and
Friday evening, excepting the first week in
ach month.
Calriaislic jrelJiodistY.zv. Jons Williams,
Pastor. Preaching every Sabbath evening at
taud t o'cloclr. Sabbath School at U o'clock,
A.M. Piayer meeting every Friday evening,
at 7 o'clock. Society every Tuesday evening
&l 7 -o'clock.
Disciples -Rev. W. Lloyd, Pastor. Preach
every Sabbath morning at 10 o'clock;
Particular Jfaptists Rev. David Jen kiss,
Pastor. Preaching every Sabbath evening at
3 o'clock. Sabbath School at at I o'clock, P. M.
Catholic Rev. M. J. Mitchell, Pastor.
Services every Sabbath moruiDg at 1 O.J o'clock
nd Vespers at 4 o'clock in the evening.
EIIOSBl'RG 3IAIES.
MAILS ARRIVE.
Saltern, daily, at 10 o'clock, A. M.
Western, " at 10$ o'clock, A. M.
MAILS CLOSE. -Eastern,
dailv, at " 8 o'clock, P. M.
Western, at 8 o'clock, P. M.
SSTThft mails from Butler,Indiana,btrongs
town, &c, arrive on Thursday of each week,
at 5 o'clock, P. M. . . ' ,
Leave Ebensburg on Friday of each week,
i 6 A. M. "
Ui,The mail3 from Newnfan's Mills, Car
rolltown, ic, arrive on Monday, Wednesday
tad Friday of each Week, at 3 o'clock, P. M.
Leave Ebensburg on Tuesdays, Thursdays
tnd Saturdays, at 7 o'clock, A. M."
ttllLROAD SCIlEbtJEEi
CRESSON STATION.
West Bait. Express leaves at 7.53 A: M.
" Fast Line ... :- " 9.11P.M.
' Mail Train u f-58 F-
KRgtTVirontrh Ernrexa " , . 7.58 P. M.
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Fast Mail ' , . "
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WILMORE STATION.
wcst Bait. Express leavea at 8.21 A. M
41 JIail Train " 8.25 P.
Eajt-Throuffh Express " 7.30 P.M.
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Fast Mail " A.
Through Accom. " 8.59 A. u
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COIJXTY OFFICERS.
ludgts of the Courts President, lion. Geo.
Taylor, Huntingdon; Associates, George W.
Swley, Ilenry C. Devinc. ' - : . .
Prothonotary Joseph M'Donald. ;
Register and Recorder Edward F. Lytle.
Sheriff John Buck. - . -
District Attorney. Philip S. Noon.
County Commissioners James Cooper, Pe
ter J. Little, John Campbell., -
Treasurer Thomas Callin.'
Poor Haute Directors William Douglass,
George Delany, Irwin Rutledgc.
Poor House Treasurer Gcorge C. K. Zabm.
Auditors Thomas S: Nelson, William J.
"iniaras, Ueorge U. K.-Aanm.
County Survetcr. Henry Scanlan.
Coroner. -James Shannon. -;
Mercantile Appraiser Geo. W. Easly.
Sjft. cf Common Schools Henry Ely.
SBEXSUFRO ROR. OFFICERS.
BOIiOCan AT L'ARGE.
lattices of the Peace. David H. Roberta
Errison Kinlcpad. :' ..
mrgess James Myers. '
School Directors AW1 Lloyd, Phil S. Noon,
Joshua D. Parvish, Hugh Jones,- E. J." Mills,
W J. Jones.
EAST WARD.
10?rn I ? l T nni.. T
Joha AV. Roberts, John Thompson, D.
'Jones; .- -..j- v.:, v
wpectors William D. Davis. L. Rodgers.
Judgt of Election Daniel J. Davis. ;
Atteuor Lemuel Davis.
p ,WEST WARD.
ynstalle M. M. O'Neill. "
j , '"' council u. a. uunn, Edward Ulass,
0an A- hiir, John D. Thomas, George W.
JJPi:toTs-rim&m Barnes, 'JboVh. Evans
'"V of EU-tion ichael Hfteacn. -
Put your slioulder to tlie Wheel.
There's a voice that speaks within ua,
If we own no craven heart,
As we press along life's pathway,
Taking our appointed part;
And it bids us bear our bnrden,
neavy though it seem and feel,
And with strong and hopeful vigor
Put our shoulder to the wheel.
What though clouds are darkling o'er us,
They but hide a tranquil Eky,
Or should storm drops fall around us,
. Soon the sunshine bids them dry. .
Never doubt and faint and falter ; '
Heart, be stout and true as steel f
Fortune smiles on brave endeavor
Put your shoulder to the wheel:
Folded hands will never aid us -
To uplift the load of care ;
'Up and stirring,' be your motto,
Meek to suffer, stroDg to bear,
'Tis not chance that guides our footsteps,
Or our destiny can seal ;
With a will, then, strong and steady,
Put your shoulder to the wheel.
Men of worth have conned the lesson, -
Men of might have tried it3 truth, .
Aged lips have breathed the maxim
In the listening ear of youth ;
And be sure, throughout life's journey,
Many a wounded heart would heal,
If we all, a3 friends and brothers,
Pnt our shoulders to the wheel.
OUR GAL.
BY MARY FORMAS
: I must write it; if nobody ever reads a
lino of it, I must, while it is ajl new and
fresh in my mind, write out the history of
the last two weeks, and the description of
"our gal," as Harry calls her.
'. Our gai first made her appearance in
the house two weeks ago last Monday, and
I hailed her broad face and stout figure
with a most hearty welcome. Little did
I realize but to begin at the beginning.
I wsj, l am a very young housekeeper,
yet theoretically I do know something of
the arts and sciences thereunto appertain
ing. I was married about two years ago;
but we have always boarded until now,
and when I started in my pretty house,
with two good girls, and everything new,
I fancied that clockwork would be a mere
wandering vagrant compared to the
regularity of my proceedings. li 'Twas on
a Sunday mcrning," as the song says, that
my troubles began. I was dressing for
church, when my chambermaid came up
with a rueful countenance.
"If you please, Mrs. Harvey, I'm going."
"Going I" I exclaimed; "Where V
"To leave, ma'am ! Home ! I'va got
a spell of neuralgia coming on, and I'm
going home to lay by."
"But you can lie down here, if you are
sick."
; "Well, ma!am, I ain't to say sick, ex
actly, but I'm fixing for a turn."
"A turn?"... . ".
"Yes ; I have neuralgia in spells, and I
tJways feel 'em coming."
Words were vain. Go she would, and
go she did. I "went Into the kitchen to
explain to the cook that she must do"J
termagant, and to my utter amazement
she wheeled around with the cry
"Gene I Jane gone ! 'Will you get an
other girl?"
"Certainly."
"To-day?" .
."How can I get a girl on Sunday ?"
."And to-morrow Wash-day ! Well, I'm
not going to stay to do all the work. You
willeither get another girl early to-morrow,
cr I'll leave I"
'. "You'll leave now, in the shortest space
of time it takes to gorora here to the
door," cried Harry, from the sitting room
where he could overhear us.
: ,With many insolent speeches she de
parted, and inconvenient as it was, I was
glad to see her go.
Of course there was no church, and I
began to got dinner. Harry, like a mas
culine angel, as he is, took off his coat and
came down to help mc, with the assurance
that he actually could not sit still and
hear the cook use the tone she did, one
instant longer. f ; ' , ; .
. It was a merry day. , Harry raked the
fire till his. glossy brown curls were pow
dered with gray, which premature sign of
age was produed, he assured mej.by care,
and not "the weight of years-" He peeled
potatoes "so beautifully that they were
about as big' as bullets, after he had taken
off the. skin an inch thick all rouou. Pies
were the only: article of cookery with
which I was practically acquainted, so I
made a; meat pie, . two apple pies, and
short-cakes for supper,:which we ato with
thn .imnor nf -ci x o'clock. It vfos " late
enouph hen we cleared up, hut at last all
was dece lt one thirty Harry :was itf
I WOULD RATHER BE RIGHT THAN PRESIDENT. Bessy Clay.
EBENSBURG, PA., THURSDAY, AUGUST 6, 1863.
the bath-room, refreshing himself, when
I discovered that the coal was all gone.
I hated to call him down, for he had
worked hard all day, so T took thescuttle
and went down in the cellar myself,
laughing to think how he would scold
when he knew it. I am a wee woman, and
not very strong, but I filled the big scut
tle, and tugging away with both hands,
started up stairs. I was at the top, my
labor nearly over, when somehow, I cannot
tell how, I lost my balance. I reeled
over, and the heavy thing came with me,
down to the bottom of the stairs, I felt
it crushing my foot. I heard Harry's
call, and rush down stairs, and then I
fainted. I know now, though I did not
then, how he lilted me in his strong arms
and carried me up stairs, and the touch of
the cold water which he poured over me
is the next thing I remember. As soon
as I was eouscious, and able to speak, I
let him go for a doctor, lamenting that
mother and Lou were both out of town for
the summer.
Well, well! it was a weary night; no
time to scold, Harry said, so he petted,
nursed and tended me, till my heart
ached with its fulness of love and grati
tude. Morning found me, my fractured
ankle in a box, lying helpless in bed, and
Harry promised to send me a girl imme
diately. So after all this long prelade, I
come to "our gal." Oh, I must tell you
how Harry made me a tdiee of buttered
toast for breakfast, by buttering the bread
on both sides, and then toasting it.
It was about nine o'clock when my new
girl came. Harry had given her a dead
latch key, so she entered and came up to
my door. Her knock was the first pecul
iarity that startled me. One rap, loud as
a pistol shot, and as abrupt.
"Come in I" I cried.
With a sweep the door flew back, and
in the space stood my new acquisition.
Stop a moment! I must describe her.; She
was very tall, very robust, and very ugly.
Her thick black hair grew low on her fore
head, and her complexion was a uniform
red. Ht features were very large, a'nd
her mouth fall of (her only beauty) white
even teeth. The mouth, though large,
was flexible and expressive, and tka big
vps nmmised intelligence. But oh, how
can I describe her "ways," as Harry calls
them. She stood tor an instant periectiy
motionless, then 6he swept down in a low
and really not ungraceful courtesy.
"Madam," she said, in a deep voice,
"ycur most obedient." .
"You arc" I said, questioniogly.
"Your humble servant."
, This wa3 not "getting on" a bit, so I
said "are you the girl Mr. Harvey sent
from the Intelligence Office ?"
'. "I am that woman," .she said with a
flourish of her shawl ; "and here," she
added, -'is my certificate cf merit," and
she took a paper from her pocket. Ad
vancing with a long step, a stop, another
step, and fitop, till she reached my bedside,
she handed me the paper with a low bow,
and then stepping back threeV steps, she
stood waiting for me to read it, with her
hands clasped and drooping, and her head
bent, as if it were her death warrant.
It was a well written, properly worded
note from her former mistress, certifying
that she was honest and capable, and I
really had bo choice but to keep her, so I
told her to find her room, lay off her bon
net, and then coaic to me again. I was
half afraid of her. She was not drunk,
with those clear black eyes shining so
brightly," but her manner actually savored
of insanity. However, I was helpless, and
then Harry would corneas eariy as ho
could, and 1 could endure to wait.
"Tell me your name," 1 said, as she
came in with tho stride and stop.
"My came is Mary," she said, in a tone
so deep that it seemed to come 'from the
very toes of her slippers.
i "Well, Mary, first put tho room in or
der before the doctor comes." 1;
: Oh, if words could only picture that
scene! Fancy this tall, large, ugly wo
man, armed (I use the word in its full
sense) with a duster, charging at the
furnitiiro as if she were stabbing her
moital enemy to the heart. She stuck
the comb into the brush as if she were
saying ; "Die, traitor !" and piled up tho
books as if they were fagots ior a funeral
flame She gave the curtains a sweep
with her hand as if she were putting back
tapestry for a royal procession, and dashed
the chairs down in. their places like a
magnificent bandit spurning a tyrant in
his power. , - : ' -' "
But when . she came to tho invalid she
was gentle, almost caressing in her natural
manner, : propping me up comfortably,
maktDg the bed at once easy and hand
some, and arranging my hair and dress
with n perfect perception of my sore
condition. ' And when she dashed out of.
the room, I iorgave the air with which
she returned and-presented a tray. to me,
for the Ok tf, iti 'contcjato; - deli:
cious tea and toast, and such perfection
of poached eggs, were an apology for any
eccentricity of manner. I was thinking
gratefully of my own comfort, and watch
ing her hang up my clothe3 in the closet
in her own style, when the bell rang.
Like lightning she closed the closet door,
caught up the tray, and rushed down
stairs. From mj open door I could hear
the following conversation, which I must
shv rather astonished evea me, already
prepared for any eccentricity.
Dr. Holbrook was my visitor, and of
course his first question was,
"How is Mrs. Harvey this morning ?"
In a voice that was the concentrated
essence of about a dozen tragedies, . my
extraordinary servant replied
"What man art thou?"
"Is the woman crazy ?" cried the doc
tor. "Lay not that flattering unction to your
soul!" cried Mary.
"H'm yes " said the doctor musing
ly ; then, in his own cheery brisk tone, he
added : "You are the new servant I sup
pose
?"
"Sir. I will serve mv mistress till chill
death shall part us from each other."
"H'm. Well, now, in plain English,
go tell her I am here."
"I go, and it is done !" was the reply,
and with the slow stride and halt I Ward
her cross the entry. She was 30on at my
door. "Madam, the doctor waits I" she
said, standing with one arm out in grand
attitude.
"Let him come up," I said choking
with laughter.
She went down again.
. "Sir, from my mistress I have lately
come, to bid you welcome, au J implore
you .to. asceud. She waits within yon
chamber for your coming."
Is it to be wondered at that tho doctor
fouud his patient in perfect convulsions
of laughter, or that he joined her in her
merriment.
"Where did you find that treasure?"
he asked.
"Harry sent her from the office."
"Stage-struck evidently, though where
she picked up that fifth cut actress man
ner remains to be seen." .'
The professional part of his visit over,
the doctor stayed for a chat." AVc were
warmly discussing the news of the day,
when whew ! the door flew open, and m
stalked Mary, and announced, with a
swing of her arm -
"The butcher, madam V
I saw the doctor's eyes twinkle, but he
began to write in his memorandum book
with intense gravity. -
."Well," Maty," I said, "he is not wait
ing 7"
"The dinner wait3 !" she replied ;
''Shall I prepare the viands as my own
judgment shall direct, or will your incli
nation dictate to me V
"Cook them aa you will," I said, "but
have a good dinner.for Mr. Harvey at two
o'clock."
"Between the strokes 'twill wait his
appetite." And with another sweeping
courtesy she left the room, the door, as
usual, after her 'exit standing wide open.
She was aa cood as her word. With
out any orders from me, she took it for
granted that Harry would dine up stairs,
and set the table out in my room. I was
beginning to let my keen sense of the
ludicrous triumph over pain and weariness,
and I watched her, strangling the laugh
till bhe was down stairs. To sco her stab
the potatoes, and behead the celery was a
perfect treat, and the air of a martyr
preparing poison with which she poud
out the water, was perfect. Harry was
evidently prepared for fun, for he watched
her as keenly as I di.,..
Not oue mouthful would she bring to
me, till she had made it dainty as could
be ; ma9hiug my potatoes with the move
ment of a saint crushing vipers, and
buttering ray bread in a mauner that fairly
transformed the knife into a dagger. Yet
the moment gho brought t to me, all the
affectation dropped, and no mother could
have been more naturally tender. Evi
dently, with all her nonsense, she was
kind hearted. -
It took but ono day to find that we
had : secured a perfect . treasure. Her
cooking was exquisite enough for the
palate of an epicure ; she was neat to a
nicety, and I soon found her punctual and
trustworthy, Her attentions to myself
were touching in their watchful kiudness.
Sometimes, when the pain was very severe,
and I could only lie suffering and helpless,
her large hands , would smooth my hair
softly, and her voico - became almost
musical in its low murmurings of "Poor
child! Poor, little one!" 1 think her
large strong frame and consciousness of
physical, superiority to .mo ia my tiny
form , and helpless state, roused all t the
motherly tenderness jof her nature, and
ehe lavished it upon me freely. , - r-
I often questioned her about her for
mer places ; discovered to my utter amaze
ment that she never was in a theater,
never saw or read a play, and was entirely
ianocent of novel reading.
I had become used to her manner, and
no longer'feared she was insane, when one
evening my gravity gave way utterly, and
for the first time I laughed in her face.
She had been arranging my bed and self
for the night, and was just leaving the
room, holding in one hand an empty
pitcher, and in the other my wrapper.
Suddenly a drunken maa in the ttreet
called out, with a yell that was really
startling, though by no means mysterious.
Like a flash, Mary struck an attitude.
One foot advanced, her body thrown
slightly forward, the pitcher held out,
and the wrapper waved aloft, she cried
out, ia a voice of perfect terror
"Graciou3 hcavings! What hideous
screams is those !"
Gravity was gone. I fairly screamed
with laughter, and her motionless attitude
and wondering face only increased the fun.
"Go down Miss Mary, or you will kill
me !" I gasped at last.
Apparently unconscious of tho cause of
my merriment, she went slowly from the
room, waving, alternatively, th? pitcher
and wrapper.
. To see her brandish a dust-brush would
strike terror to the heart of the most
dating spider, and no words of mine can
describe the Jrantio "energy with . which
she punches pillows, cr the griui satis
faction on her face at the expiring agonies
of a spot of dirt she runs out of existence
The funniest part of all is her perfectly
stolid un consciousness of doing anything
out of the way. - . .
Harry found out the explanation.
She has lived for ten years with a retired
actress and actor who wish to bury- the
knowledge of their past life, and who
never mention tho stage. Retaining in
private life the attitudes aud tones of
their old profession, they have made it
a kind of sport to burlesque the passions
th3y so often imitated, and 'poor Mary
unconsciously has fallen into the habit of
copying their peculiarities. Wjien they
left" for Europe, she found her way to the
Intelligence Office, where Hnrry secured
her. Long, long may she reinaia "Oui
Gal." v -; I -
The Poetical and the Practical.
A gentleman of means, and an enthusias
tic sportsman, having purchased a country
residence, began (to the astonishment of
his neighbors) to devote his time to his
gun and hounds, instead of the culture of
his land. After a time, an old farmer, took
a favorable opportunity to make some
remarks upon his course, that was, in his
view, Dot only profitless, but devoid of
interest..
"If you will for one day go with me,"
says-the sportsman, "I think I can convince
you that it is intensely interesting and
exciting." . .1
The farmer consented to do so ; and tho
next morning, before breakfast, wended
their way to the hanting-grouad. The
dogs soon took the pcent of a fox and were
off, and our two worthies followed; through
woods and meadows, aud over hills, lor
two or three hours. At last, the sports
man hears the dogs diiving the game in
their direction ; and soon the pack, in full
cry, comes over a hill that had previously
shut out the sound.
"There ! my friend," says the sportsman,
"there) did you ever hear suoh heavenly
music as that ?"
The former stopped in an attitude of
intense listening for some moments, and
then said :
"Wa'al, the fact is, those confounded
dogs make such a noise that I can't hear
.1.1 : "
me music . . -
Efforts to convert him were ininvidiate
ly abandoned.
, JEST A lad, after asking Tiis father if
he might enlist as a drummer boy, wa3
told that he was not old enough. :
"Pooh," said Young America, "Bill
Jones has Misted."
"Well," said the father, "Bill is
eighteen years of age, and you are only
twelve."
T should like to know what that's got
to do with it," replied the lad; "if he is
older than I be, I've licked him three
times, and can do it again, and not half
tiy. Now may'ut I go?"
., gg, A negro having been brought be
fore a magistrato and couvicted of pil
fering, the magistrate began to remon
strate..; ' .
; ''Do you know how to read 2" ;
. "Yes. massa, little." . :. ' :
- Well don't you ever mako use of the
Bible?"- , . ; : V ' Y
"Yea mastic strap the raor. on him:
Bometimea." v
TERMS-200 PER AUSNVia
NUMBER 45;
A Story of Grant.
The hero veteran, who was citizen, cap
tain, colonel, brigadier and major general '
within a space of nine months, though a
rigid disciplinarian, and a perfect ironsides
in the discharge of his official duties, co'd
enjoy a good joke, and is always ready td
perpetrate one, when an opportunity pre
sents. Indeed, among his acquaintances,
he is as much renowned for his eccentric
humor, as ha is for his skill and bravery
as a commander. - . . .
When Grant was a brigadier in south
cast Missouri, he commanded an expedi
tion pgaiust the rebels under Jeff. Thomp
son, in northeast Arkansas.
The distance from the starting point of
the expedition to the supposed rendezvous!
of the rebels, was about one hundred and
ten miles, and the greater portion of thei
route lay through a howling wilderness.
The imaginary suffering that our soldiers
endured during the first two days of their
march was enormous. It was impossible
to steal or "confiscate" uncultivated real
estate, and not a hog, or a chicken, or ant
ear of corn, was anywhere to be seen.
On the third day, however, affairs looked
more hopeful, for a few small specks of
ground, in a state of partial cultivation,
were here and there visible.
- On that day Lieutenant Wickfield, of
an Indiana cavalry regiment, commanded
the advance guard, consisting of eighty
mounted men.
About noon he came up to a small fana.
house, from the outward appearance of
which he judged, that there might
something fit to eat inside. " He halted,
his company, dismounted, and with two
second lieutenants entered the'dwellingt
He knew that Grant's incipient fame had
already gune out through all that country
and it occurred to him that by represent
ing himself to be tho General he might
obtain th-3 best the house afforded. So,'
assuming a very imperative demeanor, he
accosted the inmates of . the house, and
told them he must, have something for
himself and staff to eat. They desired to
know who he was, . and he told them that
he was Brigadier General Grant. . s
At that name they'flew around with'
alarmiug alacrity, and served up about all
they had in the house, taking great pains,
all the while to make loud professions of
loyalty.
The lieutenants . ato as much as they,
could o the not over sumptuous meal, but
which was, nevertheless, good for that ".
country, and demanded what was to pay"i
"Nothing." ' And they went on their way? :
rejoicing. ,
In the meantime General Grant, whof.
had halted his army a few miles further .
back, for a resting spell, came in sight of, ,
and was favorably impressed with the ap
pearance of this same house. Riding '
to the tenco in front of the door, he askra :
if they would cook him a meal. .
"No," said a female in a gruff yolce.
"Gen. Grant and his staff have just. been
here, and eaten everything in the house'
except one pumpkin pie."
"Humph 1" mattered Grant; "wtiafriy
your name?" , "
"Selvidge," replied the woman." , ;
Casting a half-dollar in at the door, ho'
asked if she would keep that pie till' ha
sent an officer for it, to whioh she" replied
that she would. - '
That evening, after the camping ground
had been selected, the .various regiments '
were notified that there would be a grand -parade
at half past six, for orders. OfS-
cers wculd see that their uieu 11 turned
out, &0. .u., - . j
In five minutes tho camp was in a per- v
feet uproar, and filled with all sorts' of
rumors. Some thought; the enemy, was '
upoa them, it being o unusual to hava
parades when ou a march. "
r At half past six the parade was formed "'
ten columns deep, and nearly a quarter -of
a mile in length. . ! : ' ' . '
After the usual routine of ceremonies,"
the A. A. A. G. read the following order: r
"Headquarters Armyljti the fieid
Special Order No. . Lieutenant Wick-
field, of the' Indiana Cavalry, having
on this day eaten everything in Mrs. Sel-
vidge's house, at the crossing of the Iron- . ;
ton and Pocahontas,' and Black River and -
Cape Girardeau roads, except oun pump- ?
kin pie," Lieutenant Wickfield is hereby";
ordered to return with an escort of ono.
hundred cavalry, and eat that pie also. : .: u
;; - ' , .: U. S. Gkant,
..: Brig. Gen. Commanding."
Grant's orders were law, and no soldier
ever attempted to evade then. At seven
o'clock the lieutenant filed-out of camp "j?
with his hundred men, amid the cheers of :
the army, ; They concurred in stating;
that he devoured the whole of the pie, and '
seemed to relish it. . ,. - ,t- ?-... --
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roaid7,t -... ... r , "
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