LIFE IN THE ARMY
Being the Observations and Experi-
ences of a Private Soldier.
BY J. K. MAGIE.
During our trip from Louisville to Nashville there was a little episode in the history of our regiment that will bear attention. – We were still under command of Captain Gilbert, who was now acting Brigadier General, and wearing the insignia of that office, having latterly doffed the attire of a Major-General, and very modestly assuming to be only a Brigadier. After the regiment had embarked on board the steamer at Louisville, but before leaving the city, an order was read to our Colonel requiring him to carefully search the boat and if any negroes were found on board to have them removed before the boat should start. There were some three or four blacks who had followed our regiment, and were secreted away on board the boat, anxious to join their fortunes with us in the great struggle which they hoped would result in their freedom. Our black boy, John, who has been mentioned in previous chapters, was on board. He was a valuable piece of property, and there were some man-hunters about Louisville who had scented him, and they were keen to get him into their clutches that they might restore him to his disconsolate owner. The aid of their sympathizing friend, Captain Gilbert, had been called in, and the order to Colonel Benneson was supposed to be the result of their solicitations. Col. Benneson received the order, and as soon as he comprehended the order his Irish was up. He positively and emphatically refused to obey any such order. He said he was not a nigger thief, neither was he a nigger-hunter. If they wanted a man to hunt and search for niggers, they must call upon somebody besides him. The man who brought this order was a Captain Stacey, Adjutant on Gilbert’s staff. He appeared much indignant at the tone of Col. Benneson, and packed up his papers and went off to report “insubordination” to his superior, Captain Gilbert. The result was that the next day the Colonel was placed under arrest, and the command then devolved upon Lt. Col. Van Vleck. The black boy John remained on the boat until we reached Fort Donaldson, where he joined the 83d regiment in the capacity of a cook.
Upon leaving Nashville our regiment took the Franklin pike and moved out about four miles, where it was ordered to camp. A splendid piece of ground was selected on the right of the pike, adjacent to some large and magnificent dwellings. – Here we pitched tents, supposing that we would remain for some time preparatory to organizing and disciplining the vast body of troops that were now daily arriving to reinforce the army of the Cumberland under Gen. Rosecrans. Our officers were indulging the hope that some new organization would bring them under the command of some other person than Captain Gilbert. – But they were at that time disappointed. – We remained but two days at this place when we were ordered on to Franklin.
It was the morning of February 12th that we started on our march for Franklin. It was only 15 miles distant, but at that time, with our little experience in war, it was to us a weary march. There were several other regiments which moved with us, among them the 121st, 113th and 98th Ohio regiments, which afterwards were brigaded with our regiment. On our march to Franklin we met a number of Union citizens of that place who were fleeing toward Nashville to escape the rebel conscription. They informed us that the place had been occupied for several weeks by a division of our troops under Gen. Jeff. C. Davis, but he had that morning evacuated the town, moving toward Murfreesboro. Upon learning that our destination was Franklin, these citizens were greatly rejoiced, and accordingly returned with us. As we neared Franklin we met more citizens who informed us that the rebels had come in and that they occupied the town. An advance guard was sent out who boldly marched into town, and had the pleasure of sending a few shots at about fifty or sixty retreating rebels upon horse back.
The town of Franklin was the county seat of Williamson county. Before the war it probably contained some two or three thousand inhabitants, and was really a thriving, beautiful town. The railroad from Nashville to Decatur, Alabama, passes through the place. A stream called the Little Harpeth runs immediately north of the town in a southerly direction. One regiment was sent over to occupy the town, while the other regiments found camping ground on the north side of the Little Harpeth.
From the 12th of February to the 23rd day of June our regiment remained in the vicinity of Franklin. There was a force of rebels under Van Dorn at a place called Spring Hill, about six or eight miles south of us. During the time of our stay at Franklin we had considerable fighting and skirmishing with small bodies of rebels who would occasionally come dashing upon the town as though they would frighten us away by their boldness. I remember one of these occasions when about thirty or forty rebel cavalrymen dashed upon the town, passed our pickets and went clattering through the streets. The blue coats were strolling about here and there perfectly unaware of such strange visitors. The rebels rode about halting every Yankee they could find, as though they meant to occupy and hold the place. Our men appeared stunned at first by their audacity, but soon realizing the situation of things the pickets began to close in upon the Johnny rebs, and the guns began to pop, and every pop brought a rebel to the ground. Not one of that reckless band of Union destroyers were saved. About ten or twelve were killed, some six or eight were wounded, and the remainder were taken prisoners. At this time I had been over into the town, and had but just crossed the bridge over the Little Harpeth on the north side when the rebs came dashing into the town on the south side. There was a sentinel at the bridge whose attention had been called to some unusual movement of our pickets at a point which was visible southeast of the town about a mile distant. After a few moments he spied an officer who been over to the town who was now walking leisurely back again, and was on the road about twenty rods south of the bridge. One of those rebs rode with great speed toward him, and the officer halted. – In a moment he was observed to unbuckle his pistol and sword and hand it up to the man on horseback. But this time there were some ten or a dozen soldiers at the bridge observing these peculiar movements. At length the sentinel at the bridge exclaimed – “It’s a rebel, by – Jupiter,” and instantly his gun was to his shoulder, and taking steady aim he pulled the trigger, and the rebel fell from his horse mortally wounded. The officer then gathered up his pistol and sword and took possession of a captured horse. The rebel died the next day of his wound.
As I have undertaken to write my own observations and experiences the reader must indulge me in that which may seem very personal to myself. I have before remarked that upon the organization of the regiment at Quincy I was appointed a sergeant. I was afterward mustered and paid as a sergeant. I continued to perform the duties of that position until our arrival in Louisville. One day I received a summons that my presence was required at the Head Quarters of the regiment. I obeyed the summons, and upon being ushered into the presence of the Colonel I was informed that hereafter my services would be required at Headquarters as the private Secretary or clerk of the Colonel, at a slight advance of pay. I obeyed my instructions and was thereafter reported as on extra daily duty. I soon after discovered that my name had been erased as a sergeant and placed upon the roll as a private. This was done without any reduction by court-martial or any special order in reference to the matter. I continued at Head Quarters until our arrival at Franklin. The Colonel really did not need a clerk. For days together I had no duties to perform, and when I saw my companions busy at drilling, working upon fortifications, doing guard duty and picket, I felt ashamed of myself, as I thought I ought to bear my share of their burdens. After our arrival at Franklin, Col. Benneson still being relieved of command, and nothing for me to do at Head Quarters, I resolved to ask to be relieved at Head Quarters and to report to one of the companies for duty. My own company (C) was at this time paroled prisoners at Benton Barracks, Mo., and I was temporarily attached to Co. D. I made known my desire to certain officers when I was told they had other duties they wished me to attend to. Our mail arrangements of late had been very irregular, and upon the application of a number of officers, I was detailed as regimental postmaster. The next day I was appointed brigade postmaster. I soon discovered that no arrangements whatever for the transportation of the mail existed between Nashville and Franklin. We had at headquarters a splendid little riding pony that had been captured from some of Morgan’s men in Kentucky by a negro, and presented to Co. D, which company had turned it over to the regiment. – The negro captured it in this way. There came to his house six rebels, all well mounted. They tied their horses near, and came into the house to get something to eat. The negro spread before them such as he had, and invited them to wash it down with a little corn whiskey, which he furnished them. In a little while they were all jolly drunk, and in a little while longer they were all fast asleep upon the floor. The negro after dark sent a trusty emissary to report particulars to Co. D, three miles distant, which company was then guarding a railroad bridge near Boston, Ky. The Captain of Co. D could no nothing in the premises, as he was under orders not to go himself, or to permit others to go, over three hundred yards from the stockade. The negro returned and took three of the horses on his own responsibility and brought them to the company. This little riding pony was one of the captured animals. It was turned over to me, or rather loaned to me, for my use in carrying the mails. The next day after my appointment as brigade postmaster I bought out to Franklin two large sacks of mail which had been accumulating at Nashville for three weeks. From that day to the end of March, while I had charge of the mail transportation, the brigade never failed a single day to receive its mail. On some occasions I was obliged to swim my horse over swollen creeks in order to make the trip.
To Be Continued.
The Eagle and the Bushnell Press have been having some controversy respecting the policy of taxing United States Bonds. The Eagle, of course, favors the taxation of the bonds. That is now considered sound democratic doctrine. Although it is clearly unconstitutional to make a law impairing existing contracts, and although it has been decided by the Supreme Court of the United States that it is repugnant to the Constitution to lay a tax on Government bonds, still the Eagle thinks there is some political capital to be made in appealing to the prejudices of the poor against the rich. The Eagle does not defend the policy of taxing the bonds with any show of argument. – It is the merest twaddle. It is a big talk about sheep being taxed, then the wool on the sheep, and cow being [fold] and then the butter, and so on. All that may be true, but it don’t explain away the fact that the nation has made a fair and honest bargain with the holders of the bonds, and that the faith of the nation is pledged to the fulfillment of its contracts.
The Press handles the subject with marked ability, and gives the Eagle some home thrusts that strike deep.
All this Democratic or Copperhead palaver about taxing United States bonds proves this fact. They feel annoyed that there were men, who, when the Government was in peril, stepped forward and loaned the Government money. They did all they could do to ruin the credit of the Government, and they feel themselves the natural enemies of those who stepped forward to sustain the Government with money, and hence they raise an outcry against these men. Perfectly natural that they should. They would go further – they would repudiate the bonds if they had the power. But thanks to the loyal millions they won’t get that power in this generation.
The Buzzard says that when people read our columns they are reminded of a bad odor. Of course, whenever we speak of the Buzzard it does remind one of a bad odor.
→ Our neighbor across the square says that Buzzards have no use for us. We guess so, too.
A “Salient Point.”
When the Government proposed to issue greenbacks the Democracy of Emmett township protested, and at one of their meetings passed the following –
That we are opposed to all banking systems except specie currency, and further that we take no currency in exchange for our labor or produce except gold and silver.
Those same Democrats now shake hands with soldiers, and are as keen after greenbacks as a hungry dog is for meat. At the same rate of progress they will be soliciting niggers for votes, and running them for office before the next Presidential election.
→ Our neighbor over the way, speaking of Buzzards, says –
“It is the nature of that class of birds to live and feast upon carrion.”
Just so. Your sheet taught us that long ago.
→ The Buzard calls this paper a “smut machine.” That’s because we turn out a clean grist. The Buzzard grinds on, smut, filth, carrion and all.
Another “Salient Point.”
We were looking over some old files of newspapers a day or two since, which were published while our brave soldiers were absent fighting the rebellion, and we discovered a number of “salient points,” that, in the light of present events, have a peculiar interest. We saw in one paper a letter published from a copperhead in this congressional district to a soldier in the 16th Ill. regiment, advising him to desert and come home. The following is an extract:
Richard take a fools advice and come home if you have to desert, you will be protected – the people are so enraged that you need not be alarmed if you hear of the whole of the Northwest killing off the abolitionists.
It appears that the soldiers of the 16th were justly indignant at such attempts to breed discontent in the army. They had been watching the course of these copperheads, and occasionally they looked into the columns of the Macomb Eagle, the organ of the Democratic part in this county. There they found, instead of words of encouragement for the noble soldiers who were periling life, health, and all they held dear, to uphold the cause of their country, instead of finding one word of praise or comfort for them, they found nothing but the breathings of treason, hate, malignity, and vile abuse of the administration and its supporters. No wonder that the soldiers were fired with indignation. No wonder that they should pass resolutions like the following:
WHEREAS, The Copperheads of Illinois are using their utmost endeavors to create a civil war at home, and weaken the arm of the National Government in its efforts to crush the hellish rebellion; and
WHEREAS, The Macomb Eagle, as the organ of the double-dyed, hydra-headed traitors, having sold itself to treason, is attempting to demoralize the army, corrupt the people in their loyalty, and by its low, filthy, contemptible publications, its perversions of facts, and the use of FORGED letters from the army, encouraging treason abroad and civil discord at home; therefore, be it
RESOLVED, by the Officers, non-commissioned Officers and Privates of Co. A, 16th Reg’t Ills. Vol., That NELSON ABBOTT, editor of the Macomb Eagle, his supporters and compeers in treason, should be notified to leave the State in twenty-four hours, and in case of their non-compliance with the request, they should have their ears cropped, branded in the forehead with the letter T and be sent outside the Federal lines, to feed upon the cold charities of the kingdom of King Jeff the 1st.
RESOLVED, That the loyal people of McDonough county are not doing themselves, the country, or the cause in which we are engaged, justice by permitting the publication of so foul a sheet as the Macomb Eagle in their county, and they would be justified by using ANY means in their power to wipe out this foul stain upon humanity from their midst.
These resolutions were signed by every member of Co. A then present with the regiment. And after getting the above kick from the soldiers, the same organ turns around and says “Welcome, brave soldiers, sun-browned heroes, you have fought in a noble cause, and won imperishable honors.” These copperheads add insult to injury. – They deserve the everlasting hate and contempt of all true soldiers. Their words of praise came too late. They are false, deceitful and hypocritical.
THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS!
A few “Salient Points” of the Campaign!
The Democratic Organ Favors Recognition
of the Southern Confederacy.
The “Organ” Advises Democrats to stay at home and let
Abolitionists for the Fighting.
Copperhead Meetings Endorse the “Organ.”
Copperhead Meetings Endorse Vallandigham.
Copperheads Endorse the Rebel Breckenridge.
Copperheads oppose the War!
They Fear that the South will
As the Democratic party now claims most of the credit of putting down the rebellion, we do not think it amiss to remind them of the manner in which they assisted in this work. Their record is not forgotten. They wrote it down themselves in black and white. We could fill volumes with extracts from Democratic organs and resolutions from Democratic meetings all over this state, and indeed of other states, all condemning the war as unconstitutional, wicked and unjust, and advising resistance to the draft, encouraging riots, desertions, &c. Now isn’t it refreshingly cool for a party with such a record as this to nominate Union soldiers, praise their patriotic deeds in political platforms, and put forward a very pretentious claim to the glory of crushing the rebellion?
Such unblushing impudence is without a parallel in the history of politics. It is as if the Tories of the Revolution had assumed to be the authors of American Independence. A sentiment of shame should fill the minds of our Democratic leaders instead of boastful pretense.
But to the record.
The Macomb Eagle, the organ of the Democratic party in this county, which now boasts that Democrats fought in the war, thus advised Democrats before the war.
It is evident that the incoming administration is for war – war against our own people – war against our blood and kindred. There will be a call for volunteers. Those who, by their votes and speeches, and otherwise have aided the work of COMPELLING the South into rebellion, should have the glory of imbuing their hands in their kindred’s blood. * * * * * If war does come it will not be the fault of any Democrat. Let those who shall cause it fight it out. LET DEMOCRATS CULTIVATE THEIR FIELDS, WORK AT THEIR BENCHES, AND PURSUE THEIR USUAL BUSINESS. Let them raise the corn and hogs and make up the goods to clothe the abolition fanatics who want to carry out Lincoln’s doctrine of making the [fold] do the volunteering and be the subjects of drafting. Democrats can be engaged in better business than shooting their neighbors.
When the Southern States seceded and set up a pretended government of their own, in opposition to the just and rightful authority of the Federal Government, the Macomb Eagle, the organ of the Democratic party in this county, took up the cause of the secessionists, justified their course, and recognized their independence. When President Lincoln sought to send provisions to the starving garrison at Fort Sumter, the Macomb Eagle denied his right so to do, claiming that those forts were in the territory of “another nation.” In its issue of April 18th, 1861, it boldly published the following treasonable language:
If the administration wants to hold those forts, it wants to do it for the purpose of AGGRESSIVE measures against the Confederate States; it wants them as a basis of operations, from whence are to issue armies for the CONQUEST of an INDEPENDENT NATION, and to reduce a free people to the condition of vassals and serfs. The pretext that hostilities will be commenced by the South is so shallow and frivolous that it is almost incredulous.
Thus did the Democratic organ preach treason. Thus did it endeavor to inculcate in the minds of the people the abominable fallacy that secession was valid, final and irrevocable. We ask the candid and honest-minded reader to read carefully the above extract, and then ask himself if he can believe that such language was ever written with any other intent than to aid the cause of secession. More treasonable language was never found in the columns of the Richmond Enquirer, or Charleston Mercury.
But this is not all. In that same paper, the Macomb Eagle, which was then, and is now, the recognized organ of the Democratic party of this county, in the issue of April 18th, 1861, at the very time that the rebels of Charleston were canonading Fort Sumter, published the following, which appeared as editorial, and which a month or two afterward was re-affirmed as the sentiments of that organ:
We repeat that the administration has no PRACTICAL use for Sumter or Pickens, except as a standing menace and defiance to ANOTHER POWER, and the attempted reinforcement of those fortresses, after the repeated declarations of the Confederate States that such reinforcement would be resisted to the last extremity, and be regarded in no other light than as a willful and deliberate intention on the part of Lincoln and his abolition advisers to wage a war of aggression, of conquest, of subjugation, against those States. If he does not wish to do this, there can be NO DISHONOR IN RECOGNIZING THE INDEPENDENCE OF THE CONFEDERATE STATES, or at least in exhausting all peaceable negotiation.
Here we find the “organ” not only affirming that the Confederate States was “another power,” and that the United States had no use for Forts Sumter and Pickens, but it was urging President Lincoln to recognize the INDEPENDENCE of the Confederate States. Was this Union doctrine? Could this organ be counted as for the Government and against traitors, when it contained such language as this? Can Morris Chase, a Union soldier, who is now the candidate of this organ for County Clerk, read the above and not feel his face tingle with shame at the company he is in? Senator Douglas, in a public speech made about the same time that the abve appeared in the Eagle, remarked that there could then be but two parties – patriots and traitors. To which party did the Eagle belong?
But the record is not yet complete. So earnest was the Eagle to imbue the public mind against the Federal Government, and in favor of the cause of the South, that it likened the Southern traitors to the patriots of the Revolution, and characterized the supporters of the Government as Tories. – Read its traitorous and insulting language:
The whole conduct of the administration is brimfull of taunts and menaces toward the South – insulting and spurning them – and defying the Confederate States to help themselves. It is pursuing the same policy toward the Confederates that the British crown pursued toward the Colonies.
Can our soldiers read the above extract and not feel their blood boil with indignation, when they are thus compared to the Tories of the Revolution? There is not a Union soldier in the land but who despises and denounces the insults and oppressions which the British Government heaped upon our patriotic fathers, and they glory in the act of our fathers in shaking off the despotism of that government. But here is the Macomb Eagle, the organ of the Democratic party in McDonough county, arguing up the cause of the South, and teaching them that they were as fully justified in resisting the Federal Government as ever our fathers were in resisting the oppressions of the British Government. And yet that same organ now affects to rejoice over the rebellion subdued, and has words of praise for the Union soldiers who fought against these “Confederate States,” who, in the estimation of the Eagle, were only imitating the worthy example of our patriotic fathers. – Can meanness, duplicity, and hypocrisy go further?
But that paper went still farther in its efforts to sustain the Southern cause. Having recognized the independence of the South, it then assumed that every endeavor of our government to maintain its authority in the seceding states was an outrage, a wrong, a usurpation. It contended that our government had no right to send a soldier across the line that the South had set up for its boundary, and for our Govern- to do so was a declaration of war against “another nation.” Here is its own language:
The continued possession of forts, and the maintaining of armies in the territory of ANOTHER NATION, is tantamount to a declaration of war.
Mark the language! “Maintaining armies in the territory of another nation.” – Could men who would write or endorse such language as that look with favor upon the soldiers composing such an army? Is it at all likely that men who regarded such an army as invading “a free and independent nation” to reduce the people thereof to the condition of “vassals and serfs” have any love for the men who would voluntarily become soldiers in such an army?
[Fold] the sentiments of a single individual – the wild ravings of a vindictive secessionist, for which the Democratic party was not responsible. We would be glad to accept such a conclusion, but the facts are otherwise. All over the county, meetings were held by the Democracy. A few weeks after the above extracts appeared in the Eagle, they endorsed that paper as follows:
In Hire township –
“That we heartily recommend the Macomb Eagle as a bold and independent Democratic journal, and well worthy the support of the Democratic party of McDonough county.
In Industry township –
That we cordially commend the Macomb Eagle for its bold and independent course as a Democratic journal, and as such consider it entitled to the support of good and true Democrats, and as many of our Republican friends as may prefer it to the little Tribune.
In Chalmers –
That we heartily recommend the Macomb Eagle as a bold, independent, and Democratic journal, and as such entitled to the support of every true Democrat and patriot.
As though the endorsement of the Eagle was not enough these Democratic meetings went still further and denounced the war as “wicked, inhuman, unjust and unconstitutional. – In Emmet they resolved:
We believe that the present war inaugurated by Abraham Lincoln is unnatural, unconstitutional, and unjust, and that the liberties of our people and nation are endangered thereby.
In Blandinville they resolved
That we are opposed to the present war policy; that we sincerely believe that its results will be to drive the remaining slave States from the Union, exasperate the whole South, consolidate their Confederacy, bankrupt the North, and render a reunion impossible that as the Union was made in peace it should be preserved in peace, and can never be by force of arms.
In Bethel they resolved
That the present civil war which Abraham Lincoln is waging upon Sovereign States is alike unconstitutional, inhuman and unjust.
In other townships they passed similar resolutions. But not content with this black record of treason, they passed resolutions endorsing the rebel Breckinridge and Vallandigham.
In one or two townships they passed resolutions in effect declaring our soldiers to be murderers. Here is one of them, passed at a Democratic meeting in Tennessee township, held August 17, 1861:
Resolved, That the taking of human life under the frivolous pretext of war, before all reasonable means have been resorted to which human wisdom can invent to avert the evil, and before congress has made a declaration of war in a legal and constitutional manner, is as unjustifiable as the taking of life contrary to civil law.
Let it be borne in mind that all this record was made before the issuing of the Emancipation proclamation – before negroes had been employed in the service – before the confiscation and conscription acts were passed. It is a vile, black record of treason – bold outspoken treason – made by the very men who now claim a share in the glory of subduing the rebellion, who claim to have been Union men, and in favor of the war all along, who claim to be soldiers friends, and even nominate one of the number upon their ticket. Let every soldier read their record and contrast it it with their present professions. Their record is infamous – their principles were treasonable – their sins are unrepented of – their friendship is false – they deserve the scorn and contempt of every true and loyal citizen.
Big Thing! Great Puff! Demo-
cratic Party Still Alive!!!
Three Soldiers found to
vote the Ticket!!
The Democratic party of this county is encouraged. It hopes are revived. Its prospects brighten. There is joy among them. They have actually found three soldiers who will vote their ticket. Sound the hew-gag! Beat the trombone! Proclaim the tidings! Democracy is not dead yet! The carcass still kicks. Read the proof! Here is the “certificate” published in last week’s Eagle:
Mr. Editor: – We, the undersigned, while at home in Industry Township in the Spring of 1864, voted the Democratic ticket, as we supposed we had a right to do – our judgement led us to that course. We had volunteered in the summer of A. D. 1861, and were then home on furlough, and for having so voted the Editor of the Macomb Journal published us as returned veteran soldiers of Industry, disgracing ourselves by having voted the “traitor ticket.” Now Mr. Editor, if to vote the Democratic ticket makes traitors of us, we plead guilty to the charge, and glory in our treason; and we will further say that we are now at home again, and if our lives be spared until the November election, we will again vote the Democratic ticket, the white man’s ticket, and no man but a cowardly, lying puppy will charge us with treason. We are for a government controlled by white men, and so is the Democratic party; therefore we vote the white ticket.
THOS. F. PENNINGTON.
A. J. PENNINGTON.
Big Ingen! Heap o’me! Go way black men – we is white folks.
Bartleson, at the Lumber Yard, southeast corner of the square, is still selling all kinds of lumber at reasonable prices. – His stock embraces all varieties, is well seasoned, and as cheap as the cheapest.
→ Go to George Bailey’s if you want to see the newest styles and most fashionable cloaks in town. He has just received them from headquarters, New York, and from the most fashionable cloak emporium in the United States.
Sewing Machine. – We call attention of persons wishing employment, to the advertisement of E. E. Lockwood, in our to-day’s paper.
→ It should be the aim of the purchaser of woolen goods to buy those that are free of waste, sham or shoddy.
There is money saved in buying goods of those who do not patronize middle men, but buy directly from the manufacturer.
Venable, at his old Stand North side of the Square, Macomb, Ill., buys directly from the manufacturer. He pledges his patrons that he will sell more goods of 1st Class Stock than any other house in the county.
He is still in the market, ready to purchase home-knit socks and home-made yarn. If you want Flannels, Jeans, Satinetts, Cassimeres, Blankets, Coverlets, Stocking-yarn, Horsiery, Carpet chain, or fancy yarns, be sure and give him a call before purchasing elsewhere.
A little son of Charles Laird, about 10 years of age, living near Colchester, fell from a wagon on Monday last, and the wheels passing over him injured him so badly as to render recovery doubtful.
A boy about 13 years of age, named Alfred Osborn, living with Barnet Standard about three miles from Industry, fell under a wagon on Tuesday morning last and had his leg below the knee so terribly crushed that it was thought amputation would be necessary. Dr. Creel, of Industry, was called to attend the case.
Are You Insured?
We would call the attention of our readers to the card of Mr. T. Winslow, to be found in our advertising columns. The Dr. represents some of the best companies in the country, and any one wishing insurance, either on life or property, will do well to give him a call, particularly as the season is at hand when fires are most frequent.
A villainous, lying traitor is writing for the Macomb Eagle over the signature of “Veritas.” The following is his style:
“Whenever they found a negro in the rebel states he was asked no questions, but drove up, dressed in blue, and put to drilling, and to make his volition compete he was surrounded by bayonets – he was a volunteer.”
It’s a lie, every word of it.
The quill driver of the Smut Machine seems to have a great aversion to Buzzards. – Buzzard.
What decent man don’t, pray?