A Scamp.
--A little Dutchman, calling himself
Lewis Martens, and hailing from
Philadelphia, dropped down amongst us a few weeks ago, and professed a great desire to volunteer for ‘"de Sout"’ He did in fact join
Capt. Gary's company, and received boarding lodging and clothing by consequence.
Being a printer, we favored him also; so that, in leaving with the company, he had at least $20 in cash, besides being made otherwise comfortable.
In
Augusta he deserted, and has not been heard of since.
Lest he may at tempt to practice the trick elsewhere, we will state that he is quite young, is, or pretends to be, a raw Dutchman, is small in stature, sets type very so-so, says he has been accustomed to set German type, has candy hair, rather a dish face, and is more than apt to declare (If he tries this caper again) that he wants to kill ‘"a lowland Yankee mit himself."’ The little renegade should be taken up and dealt with wherever caught — rapafield arte,