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Brussels (Belgium) (search for this): chapter 4.43
An adventure with the Bluebirds. S— is a scout who has had many very curious adventures, as the narratives already laid before the reader will serve to show. He is not a man of peace, nor is his life a tranquil one. While you, my dear quiet citizen, have been sleeping in your comfortable bed, with the curtains drawn and the firelight shining on Brussels carpeting and mahogany furniture, or luxuriously stretching out your slippered feet toward the fender in the breakfast-room, as you glance over the morning papers before going to your cent. per cent. employments down town; while you have been thus agreeably engaged, not knowing what it is to wear a soiled shirt or miss a meal, or suffer from cold or fatigue, S-has been in the saddle, hungry, weary, exposed to rain and snow and storm, hunting Bluebirds. Bluebird hunting is not a remunerative employment in a pecuniary point of view, but it has its attractions. You don't realize a hundred per cent. profit, and you run some r
Warrenton (Virginia, United States) (search for this): chapter 4.43
s not denied. I proceed to give a brief account of a recent scout which S-- made into the Federal lines: One fine summer day in 1863 he took four men, made his way unperceived across the Rappahannock, and soon reached the neighbourhood of Warrenton. Leaving that place to his left, he struck out with his party for the railroad, and coming near a Federal camp, placed his four men in ambush, and taking a position on the road, awaited the appearance of some prey. He had not waited long whenisoner. I am no guerilla, was the reply. What do you belong to? The first New Jersey. Who comamnds it? Major Janaway. Right. Who commands the brigade? Colonel Taylor. Right again. Where is it stationed? In the edge of Warrenton. Yes. Who commands the division? Look here, said S— , who was thoroughly acquainted with every part of his role, I am tired of your asking me so many questions; but I will answer. The First New Jersey is in Taylor's brigade, Gregg's div
making three. He still designed attacking them, when another appeared, making four; and as these now approached S— they suddenly drew their pistols, and levelling them, ordered him to surrender. He was within five feet of them, holding his pistol in his hand, and said coolly: What do you mean? We mean, said the men, that you are a guerilla, and you are our prisoner. I am no guerilla, was the reply. What do you belong to? The first New Jersey. Who comamnds it? Major Janaway. Right. Who commands the brigade? Colonel Taylor. Right again. Where is it stationed? In the edge of Warrenton. Yes. Who commands the division? Look here, said S— , who was thoroughly acquainted with every part of his role, I am tired of your asking me so many questions; but I will answer. The First New Jersey is in Taylor's brigade, Gregg's division, and Pleasanton commands the whole. I belong to the regiment, and am no guerilla. He's all right, boys, said one of
re our prisoner. I am no guerilla, was the reply. What do you belong to? The first New Jersey. Who comamnds it? Major Janaway. Right. Who commands the brigade? Colonel Taylor. Right again. Where is it stationed? In the edge of Warrenton. Yes. Who commands the division? Look here, said S— , who was thoroughly acquainted with every part of his role, I am tired of your asking me so many questions; but I will answer. The First New Jersey is in Taylor's brigade, Gregg's division, and Pleasanton commands the whole. I belong to the regiment, and am no guerilla. He's all right, boys, said one of the men; let him go. No, said another; I saw him capture one of our men ten minutes ago. You are mistaken, said S-. You are a guerilla! exclaimed the man. And how do I know you are not guerillas? said S— ; you have on blue coats, but let me see your pantaloons. They raised their coat-skirts and showed their blue regulation pantaloons. Now s
We mean, said the men, that you are a guerilla, and you are our prisoner. I am no guerilla, was the reply. What do you belong to? The first New Jersey. Who comamnds it? Major Janaway. Right. Who commands the brigade? Colonel Taylor. Right again. Where is it stationed? In the edge of Warrenton. Yes. Who commands the division? Look here, said S— , who was thoroughly acquainted with every part of his role, I am tired of your asking me so many questions; but I will answer. The First New Jersey is in Taylor's brigade, Gregg's division, and Pleasanton commands the whole. I belong to the regiment, and am no guerilla. He's all right, boys, said one of the men; let him go. No, said another; I saw him capture one of our men ten minutes ago. You are mistaken, said S-. You are a guerilla! exclaimed the man. And how do I know you are not guerillas? said S— ; you have on blue coats, but let me see your pantaloons. They raised their coat-
no guerilla, was the reply. What do you belong to? The first New Jersey. Who comamnds it? Major Janaway. Right. Who commands the brigade? Colonel Taylor. Right again. Where is it stationed? In the edge of Warrenton. Yes. Who commands the division? Look here, said S— , who was thoroughly acquainted with every part of his role, I am tired of your asking me so many questions; but I will answer. The First New Jersey is in Taylor's brigade, Gregg's division, and Pleasanton commands the whole. I belong to the regiment, and am no guerilla. He's all right, boys, said one of the men; let him go. No, said another; I saw him capture one of our men ten minutes ago. You are mistaken, said S-. You are a guerilla! exclaimed the man. And how do I know you are not guerillas? said S— ; you have on blue coats, but let me see your pantaloons. They raised their coat-skirts and showed their blue regulation pantaloons. Now show yours, they said.
ing Bluebirds. Bluebird hunting is not a remunerative employment in a pecuniary point of view, but it has its attractions. You don't realize a hundred per cent. profit, and you run some risk; but the blood flows faster and much more gloriously through the veins than in trade, to say nothing of the fuller life it communicates to all the faculties. But this is not denied. I proceed to give a brief account of a recent scout which S-- made into the Federal lines: One fine summer day in 1863 he took four men, made his way unperceived across the Rappahannock, and soon reached the neighbourhood of Warrenton. Leaving that place to his left, he struck out with his party for the railroad, and coming near a Federal camp, placed his four men in ambush, and taking a position on the road, awaited the appearance of some prey. He had not waited long when a stray Federal cavalry-man came along, and seeing S — dressed in a blue overcoat and Federal accoutrements generally, had no fear of h