--The Richmond correspondent of the Knoxville Register
relates the following:
Last night 4 called on Col. Scott
, of the Louisiana
You have often heard of him in western campaigns, While in Kentucky
, his negro boy, who has followed him since the war began, disrobed a dead Yankee, and assumed the garb of a Federal sergeant — While on his way to Richmond
, a ventriloquist, one of the tribe of Benjamin
, learned the story connected with the negro's apparel.
After nightfall, when the negro was nodding with a valise between his feet, a deep-toned voice proceeded from it.
--I say, Sam, wake up; them's my clothes you've got on.
--Who's dat ? (The Colonel
says that Sam's eyeballs protruded a foot when the carpet-sack began the colloquy.)
--I'm Ichabod Smith
of the 13th Connecticut, killed at Lexington, Kentucky
You robbed me of my clothes.
--Fore God, massa Yankee, I didn't spec you'd want em no more.
--Off with em, d — n you.
In less than a minute Sam shucked himself.
There he stood in the fireless car, on a cold winter night.
His teeth chattering, his napped wool straightened, and his eyes rolled about in the agony of hopeless terror.
Never since has Sam touched the Yankee