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William Heney has got his arm around Susan Jane! Heney affirms that the story is untrue. Lochey favors us with a song, which is known as the warble. Thou, thou reignest in this bosom, There, there hast thou thy throne; Thou, thou knowest that I love thee; Am I not fondly thine own? Ya-ya-ya-ya. Am I not fondly thine own? Chorus. Das unda claus ish mein, Das unda claus ish mein, Cants do nic mock un do. On the banks of the Ohio river, In a cot lives my Rosa so fair; She is called Jim Johnson's darky, And has nice curly black hair. Tre alo, tre alo, tre ola, ti. O come with me to the dear little spot, And I'll show you the place I was born, In a little log hut by a clear running brook, Where blossom the wild plum and thorn. Tre ola, tre ola, treo la ti. Mein fadter, mein modter, mein sister, mein frau, Undt swi glass of beer for meinself, Undt dey call mein wife one blacksmit shop; Such dings I never did see in my life. Tre ola, tre ola, tre ola ti. February, 25 Gen
asionally resumed. Quartermaster Wells was astonished to find that his stove would not draw, or, rather, that the smoke, contrary to rule, insisted upon coming down instead of going up. Examination led to the discovery that the pipe was stuffed with old newspapers. Their removal heated the stove and his temper at the same time, but produced a coolness elsewhere, which the practical joker affected to think quite unaccountable. April, 14 Colonel Dodge, commanding the Second Brigade of Johnson's division, called this afternoon. The Colonel is a very industrious talker, chewer, spitter, and drinker. He has been under some tremendous hot firing, I can tell you! Well, if he don't know what heavy firing is, and the d-dest hottest work, too, then there is no use for men to talk! The truth is, however much other men may try to conceal it, his command stood its ground at Shiloh, and never gave back an inch. No, sir! Every other brigade faltered or fell back, damned if they didn't
my division commander, I called on General Thomas, at his quarters, and had the honor to accept from his hands the most abominable cigar it has ever been my misfortune to attempt to smoke. June, 19 The army has been lying here now nearly six months. It has of late been kept pretty busy. Sunday morning inspections, monthly inspections of troops, frequent inspections of arms and ammunition, innumerable drills, and constant picketing. Colonel Miller assumes command of a brigade in Johnson's division. Since the troops were at Nashville he has been commanding what was known as the Second Brigade of Negley's division; but the colonels of the brigade objected to having an imported colonel placed over them, and so Miller takes command of the brigade to which his regiment is attached. He is a brave man and a good officer. Colonel Harker's brigade has been relieved from duty at the fortifications, and is now encamped near us, on the Liberty road. June, 21 Mrs. Colonel Scri
deserves a higher position than he holds at present. I thought, from the very affectionate manner with which he clung to my hand and squeezed it, that possibly, in taking leave of his friends, he had burdened himself with that oat which is said to be one too many Hobart says that Scribner calls him Hobart up to two glasses, and further on in his cups ycleps him Hogan. Wood had a bout with the enemy at Chattanooga yesterday; he on the north side and they on the south side of the river. Johnson is said to have reinforced Bragg, and the enemy is supposed to be strong in our front. Rosecrans was at Bridgeport yesterday looking over the ground, when a sharpshooter blazed away at him, and put a bullet in a tree near which the General and his son were standing. August, 24 Deserters are coming in almost every day. They report that secret societies exist in the rebel army whose object is the promotion of desertion. Eleven men from one company arrived yesterday. Not many days ago
John Beatty, The Citizen-Soldier; or, Memoirs of a Volunteer, September, 1863. (search)
mon business sense and common energy, extensive furnaces would have been in operation in this valley years ago; and now, instead of a few poorly cultivated corn-fields, with here and there a cabin, the valley and hillsides would be overflowing with popuulation and wealth. We returned from the site of the iron works by way of Trenton, the seat of justice of Dade county. Reynolds and Sheridan are encamped near Trenton. I feel better since my ride. September, 6 (Sunday.) Marched to Johnson's Crook, and bivouacked, at nightfall, at McKay's Spring, on the north side of Lookout mountain; here my advance regiment, the Forty-second Indiana, had a slight skirmish with the enemy, in which one man was wounded. September, 7 We gained the summit of Lookout mountain, and the enemy retired to the gaps on the south side. September, 8 Started at four o'clock in the morning and pushed for Cooper's Gap. Surprised a cavalry picket at the foot of the mountain, in McLemore's Cove,
f war, when, in fact, we did not think of war at all except as something of the past. Sitting at my tent door, with a field glass, I can see away off to the right, on the highest peak of Lookout mountain, a man waving a red flag to and fro. He is a rebel officer, signaling to the Confederate generals what he observes of importance in the valley. From his position he can look down into our camp, see every rifle pit, and almost count the pieces of artillery in our fortifications. Captain Johnson, of General Negley's staff, has just been in, and tells me the pickets of the two armies are growing quite intimate, sitting about on logs together, talking over the great battle, and exchanging views as to the results of a future engagement. General Negley called a few minutes ago and invited me to dine with him at five o'clock. The General looks demoralized, and, I think, regrets somewhat the part he took, or rather the part he failed to take, in the battle of Chickamauga. Remark
to the front toward Purdy, and another south on the cross-road toward Corinth. A negro whom I met stated, after an examination, that he came from the farm of a Mr. Johnson, 2 miles distant, where about 150 to 200 Southern cavalry were stationed, and had been there since Tuesday last. He also stated that 1 mile farther another boI formed a line of battle and proceeded with a squad of men to investigate the place. Upon close approaching, a flag of truce appeared, to inform themselves of Jim Johnson, of the Confederate Army. Upon questioning them, Major --, of the Second Indiana Cavalry, came up and consulted me in regard to the same. We concluded to send an officer of the Second Indiana Cavalry to conduct the colonel and son of the above-named Johnson under flag of truce, both of the Confederate Army, to the commanding general of this field, seeing the infantry and cavalry pickets at the above-mentioned place of the Confederate Army. B. Marschner, Captain Company A, Commandin
e has just come in, reporting that he went to Stantonville, 8 miles from Pittsburg, and on the road from that place to Purdy. On his way from Stantonville to Pea Ridge he captured one of the enemy's cavalry scouts, who is now in my camp. Upon arriving at Pea Ridge he encountered the enemy's pickets, killing 3 of them and driving others back. He met with these pickets about 5 miles from my camp. Two other negroes, picked up by my mounted pickets, report that they belong to a man named Johnson, who lives about 4 miles from my camp. These negroes say that the enemy's pickets were formerly posted at their master's house, but are now about 1 mile beyond, and the enemy's camp about 4 miles beyond that. It was also discovered by my cavalry that the road over which they passed from the Purdy to the Corinth road was much cut up, probably by the artillery of the enemy about the time of the battle of Shiloh. Yours, &c., John A. McCLERNAND Major-General, Commanding First Dvision
sailor Jack alias Jack Harris. little Davis, alias Sammy Davis. long doctor, alias Bill Johnson. Isador Goldstein. George Velsor, alias Old Sheeny. Jim Patterson, alias La Grange, alias Fancy. Ed. Argentine, alias Burns, alias Osborne, alias Wilson. Jack carpenter, alias Murphy, alias Dobbs. White cloud. Ned Timpson. John Hickey, alias Spectacle Smith. Liverpool Jack. Cobbler Jack. Charley Fisher, alias Wagoner. Molly marches. Jimmy Clutes. Hans Williams, alias Blackhawk. Charley Crout. Jimmy, alias Boots and Shoes. Joseph Brown, alias Greenburg, alias Nigger. Jim Johnson, alias Halleck, alias Webb. Jack Smith, alias Hamilton, alias Fatty. Jack Hatfield, alias Williams, Chief Mourner. Jack Woodhull. Andy Bartlett. Squier Dixon alias Coachman. George Williams, alias Curly George. Wopy, alias Old Clothes. John Bayard, alias Hill, alias Valler. Dave, alias Bill Ryan's Cub. --N. Y. Tribune, Aug. 1.
Mayor's Court. --The session of his Honor's Court embraced yesterday a period of three hours. Many of the continued cases consumed as much time as those finally disposed of. The watchmen brought up a Negro fellow calling himself Jim Johnson who was found in company with a negro woman on one of the streets, about 10 o'clock, Monday night, minus a pass. It appeared that he was a prisoner of war, having been captured with some of the members of the 2d Connecticut Regiment in the battle of the 21st of July, and that since his arrival in this city he had been permitted to attend the markets (underguard) for the purpose of procuring such articles as the Yankee prisoners might stand in need of. On an excursion of the kind he had availed himself of a suitable opportunity and absented himself. The Mayor sent him to jail. The negro, as we learn, really belongs to a gentleman living in Washington, D. C., from whom he ran off and joined the Yankees.--Wm. W. Wolf, arrested as a suspicious
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