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"It was reported that there were four Johnnies secreted on a large plantation about two miles from the line of march, and our lieutenant, eleven other men, and myself were detailed to look after their welfare.

"We arrived about dark, deployed out, and came up on all sides of the house, so that none of them could escape. There were two or three at some of the doors, but I had a door to myself. When we were ready we began to force our way in. My door opened readily, and I stepped in. All was dark. I began to feel almost like a burglar. About the second step I took I ran against something, and putting my hand out to explore, I ran it squarely into a rich dish of corn meal pudding [known as 'samp' in the South] which was steaming hot! Near it was a plate of hot biscuit, and you may imagine that it didn't take me long to get those biscuit into my knapsack. The family had been just ready to eat, but had taken the light from the dining-room, so that the soldiers would not discover the supper. I helped myself to a few other things, and then, after exploring the room, left the house.

"The other boys had been in the various rooms, but found no Johnnies, except a lady and her daughter-the men had all escaped to a small piece of woods. However, they left two guns and a pistol, all loaded, but the ladies did not try to use them. Near by was a nice spring-house, and when the boys came together we went in and filled our canteens with milk. Then we ate the biscuit and what other food I got, and started back for the main line. One of the boys had captured a ham, but we did not stop to cook that.

"It was some time before we overtook the marching column. About midnight we came to a small village with one store, which had been partly sacked, and there were yet a few soldiers hanging around the place. As we came up to the store we discovered the cause of this, for just then one of

the boys came out of the cellar, reeling with drunkenness. One or two of our boys began to investigate, and found whiskey ankle deep all over the cellar floor. It seemed as if

every one who had gone into the cellar had pulled the cork from a new barrel, drawn a canteen full, and let the liquor run. From the odor that came from the cellar, and from the effect the fluid had on the boys, it seemed to me that it must have been forty-rod whiskey."

[The S. P. U. H. chemist, who had been retained on the liberal privilege that he might have all the knowledge he could gain from the several analyses, if he would defray his own expenses, ascertained that "forty-rod whiskey" took its name from the effect it produced upon those who smacked their lips over it. After quaffing the zephyr-like ambrosia it has the angelic faculty of making a fellow feel as if he were forty rods from the place of his real existence. In short, he is distant from his equilibrium, and usually makes a desperate effort to restore himself.]

"When the boys caught up with the troops in the morn ing, all who had any forage went in the back way (for they had not been detailed to forage) except the fellow who had captured the ham. I say captured,' because when the day broke it was discovered that the ham possessed unmistakable signs of life. Observing this the soldier concluded that he had not carried that ham all night for nothing, and would yet have some sport from it, if not food. So he took another draught of forty-rod' from his canteen, run his bayonet through the ham and started into camp past General Turchin's headquarters, apparently more intoxicated than he really was.

"Here!' demanded the general, where have you

been?'

"E-hic!-down the road a ways.'

"Who gave you permission to go foragin'?'

“Didn't—hic!—have any; didn't think we—hic!-think we needed any, just to steal one ham.'

"Come up here, you drunken vagrant.'

"Allrigh', general; you can have the ham-s'pose that's what you want; take it right along-compliments of your dearly be-hic!-loved.'

"The general looked at the ham, and at once saw its true condition, whereupon he laughed:

"Sold again;-have a cigar.

You can have the hamtake it away, but look out that it don't bite!""

"Three cheers for S. B.," said the commander of the camp-fire, and the vicinity echoed three hearty hurrahs.

"That is like one I know, wherein the S. B. came off victorious," said Mr. Henry A. Keve, of the 7th Illinois:

"In the spring of 1862, our division (Dodge's) was sent out from Corinth, Miss., on an expedition into the Tuscumbia Valley in Alabama. On the 28th of April we were deployed as skirmishers at Town Creek, to watch for the approach of rebel cavalry under Roddy. The cavalry not making its appearance, the boys began to look about for means to pass the time away. A few stretched themselves upon the grass in the warm sunlight, and were soon fast asleep. Among the sleepers was Private Theodore, of Company K.

"Theodore was one of those wise fellows, whose experience in the regular army and in Mexico had furnished him with a wonderful stock of wearying tales and pointless jokes. He was personally acquainted with Generals Scott, Taylor, Wool, Twiggs, Jeff. Davis, and Robert E. Lee; was always ready with a solution of all difficult questions in military strategy, politics, philosophy or religion-in short, was a walking emporium of wisdom, and contrived to make himself generally unpopular.

"Not far from the sleeping Solomon was an old hog with a young family. The hog was very lean, which ac

counts for her being able to perform her part in the following comedy.

"But Private Brown was not asleep; on the contrary he was wide awake and looking about for some harmless amusement. He saw the old hog, and he saw the slumbering Theodore. Brown was an Illinois farmer and knew all about hogs and their habits; and his fertile brain soon developed the following scheme to bring Theodore back to consciousness:

"He stole softly toward the bed of swine, grabbed a pig and started for the unconscious Theodore, the pig squealing and the old hog following on a run. Dropping the pig by the side of Theodore he stepped aside to view the result. On came the savage and terrified beast, and with a booh-hooh hooh! she pounced upon the unguarded sleeper. The scene that followed was exhilarating in the extreme-the old hog boohing-hoohing and shaking, and poor Theodore, thinking in his half-awake condition that the enemy was upon him, struggling and shouting:

"I surrender! I surrender!' He finally made his escape by leaving part of his clothing in the hog's possession; but with all his ability as a solver of knotty problems, Theodore could never imagine what made that old hog so mad at him."

CAMP-FIRE VIII.

LIBBY PRISON-THE "HORNED YANKEE❞—ANDERSON Ville,

WHOSE SURNAME IS DEATH-A MODERN MIRACLE-THE
ALTAR OF KLEPTOMANIA RECEIVES A SACRIFICE OF
SEVEN.

T the close of the last camp-fire, Mr. W. Frank Bailey, of the 6th Pennsylvania Reserves, who was known to have been wounded when he entered Andersonville, and to have had a rough experience, was requested to give what reminiscences he could of prison life, at the next campfire. When the usual preliminaries were gone through with, Mr. Bailey said he had thought some of Andersonville since his fourteenth months' visit there, and did not believe that any one who had spent any length of time in that village would ever forget Southern hospitality.

He then continued:

66 Among the many incidents and exciting scenes of four years passed in active service, none have left a more vivid impression than my experience as a prisoner. You all remember, comrades, that during the year or more previous to the close of the war, the position of a soldier, either as a private or commissioned officer, was one of doubtful honor; and I only refer to this in order that due credit may be given to the heroic sufferers of whom. I am about to speak. When the signs upon the horizon of our beloved Republic indicated her dismemberment, men thought not of toil, danger and privation; but sprang to her rescue with one consent, cheerfully giving all that life could afford as their individual offering

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