L. P. Brockett, The camp, the battlefield, and the hospital: or, lights and shadows of the great rebellion

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“ [496] of you; bring me my pistol and I will punish the guilty pair. Police! help!” shouted the husband.

“Don't, my dear husband, kill him, for he is not guilty; let him go.”

“Confess all, or I will kill you both,” said the enraged husband.

“As God lives, we are innocent of any crime,” pleaded the suffering wife.

“Away with such talk, you guilty wretches. I will not hear it,” said the now infuriated husband, as he rushed out of the room to get his pistol, while the Unionist leaped out of the first window and made good his escape. How the affair ended Captain Telford never learned, as he left the city shortly after, and none of the escaped prisoners were willing to meet the enraged blockade runner again, or subject his wife to so severe a trial. Her loyalty cost a price.

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A wounded color bearer.

A touching incident in the great battle of Gettysburg will show how courage manifests itself. The color sergeant of the Sixteenth Vermont fell mortally wounded. At once a dozen men rushed forward. The poor wounded sergeant grasped the staff with both his clenched hands, his eyes were already dimmed with death; he could not see who it was that tried to wrest his charge from him. “Are you friends or enemies?” he cried out. “We are friends,” was the reply, “give us the colors.” “Then, friends,” said he, “I am mortally wounded; let me hold up the flag till I die” --and so saying, he fell back-dead. Surely, a nobler soldier than this poor fellow never lived.