The only incident of interest on the 4th that we heard of was the presence in our streets of a considerable number of Kantz's raiders, freshly caught by Hampton.
As they filed through, they stopped to rest on the sidewalk, and of course collected a crowd, and still more, of course, the inevitable negro was numerously represented.
One of the "down trodden" was very smart, in a red jacket and glazed cap, as one of the set who had a grand pie-hie yesterday, winding up with a ball, by permission of the city fathers, and for which preparations had been going on for weeks past at the expense of the cellars and fowl coops of the citizens.
A Yank, no doubt expecting some fun, saluted our ebony friend with: "Well, Cuffy, what machine do you run with?" With a manner which loses nearly all its force on paper, and with thumb on the end of his nose and fingers gently moving in the air, Cuffy thus responded; "Wid de Hampton machin, sar." And thus the colloquy was terminated.--Columida Guardian.