Decatur Daily Democrat, Volume 9, Number 127, Decatur, Adams County, 30 May 1911 — Page 3

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jSOME WAR TALES Incidents of the Days of the Rebellion as Told by the Veterans. RECALL OLD TIMES How the Boys Got Rails For Wood—All’s Fair in War —The Camp Fire. Around the Old Camp Fire. While the war had its horrors, the camp life was not without its “social side,” too, as the gatherings around thd blazing campnres in the evenings may well be called, when all made merry, when not too tired, and related the happenings of the day. And there were some funny ones, too, as well as those of horror. In the reminiscences given on this page, an effort has been made to forget the sorrow and bring to mind again the humorous experiences of “the boys in blue.” Each one of the comrades has been asked to contribute an anecdote and many have responded, humorously and otherwise. “Speak for Yourself John.” In July, 1864, a detachment of forty men were detailed out of Company I, 138th Indiana volunteers, io guard a railroad bridge in Alabama and our rations of bacon, hard-tack, beans and hay (as the comrades dubbed it; the government requisition would be, pressed dried vegetables), became monotonous to the stomach of our mess, since our parents had raised us on pie, float and sweetmeats, purely tissue builders, bone developers, and the increasing of the gray matter of the brain, in short, food for the making of athletes, we decided that a change of edibles was essentially necessary.. ■ At the time we were guarding this ; bridge, the government was shipping large consignments of shelled corn in I gondola cars to the front, for the sole , use and benefit of the kicking army mules. We decided that if we had some corn meal, for cakes, we could vary our bill of fare for breakfast, which would certainly be a treat. So one evening at dusk the corn train came along, and from some cause, stopped on the bridge. It was just

i abour. the hour -for roll call and ab- | teu>:e meant a punishment, so the boys of the mess suggested that if I ■would board the car on the bridge and throw off two sacks of corn thev would answer present when my name was called. So eager were they to shield me that two of them answered the roll call at the same time, and my absence was discovered by the officer. I I threw the two sacks of corn off the car and dragged them to a slump of bushes and concealed them and then returned to camp and was told of the error that was made by my comrades. Next morning at roll call I answered present (in person) and the officer inquired where I was last evenixrg at roll call, and “George Washingtonlike" I answered “absent without the officer’s permission.” Penalty, dlean up quarters for half a day. in the afternoon we carted our I corn on our shoulders a half mile I down the creek to an old log rntll to . have it ground. The owner told us we would have to wait until It rained I for there was not enough water m the creek to turn his over-shot water wheel. He said he was thankful to get this grist, for the toll he would get would make the pickaninnies and mammies a picnic. In ten days it rained. We got our • corn meal, and had our corn cakes. L It has always been a mystery to me I why the two comrades who were so I eager to personate me at the evening roll call were so silent at the morning call. I surmise it must have been the penalty. B. W. SHOLTY. , Comrade Galloway Visits Here. The local veterans enjoyed a visit last week from Comrade Joe Galloway of Pontiac, Illinois, a member of Company I, 89th regiment of Indiana , volunteers, the reunion with his fellows being a mutually pleasant one. Mr. Galloway resided here forty years ago, but the visits between have been far apart. Not Ail “Peaches and Cream." L. N. Grandstaff is responsible for the following excellent reminiscence: Our regiment was organized under I Colonel Tom Stillwell at Kokomo, In- : dlana, in the fall and winter of ’63. We had a good time that winter as we I were quartered in good comfortable . barracks, had nothing to do but eat three square meats a day, and do a little company and regimental drilling between time. We enjoyed the eating i the best. But before the blue birds came in the spring, Colonel Tom had our regiment fully organized and we were ordered to join General Sher(Contfnued on Page 6.) I

Fifty Years Ago — Defenses of Washington H s«ssEB s fe • o ■* □; Tg ■ ift , v ♦ ■ ■ • W mEa * SSt : x *'■ mfw- ; ' jsE® <£• ” !" 2 0>M4.1^7W? 1 4 - -Id <■'•*»* c?' .h t~ yH. «.- y .»' WtTA - I P l !lL ’ rX<? T W \>lo* ® #WlS‘v-MHkn'-M*- i BiWL-< < SB 1 &r - ■■hßfc ■ WWifcjF' ir ■ •' ’'• • : yfei g — l ►* > •■dfcx ■* <nßtf| - > J fe THIS wartime photograph, taken in 1861, shows vividly the nation’s preparation for defense. The scene la a portion of Fort Corcoran, near Washington, one of those hastily constructed defenses which served to check the advance obthe'encroaching Confederates whose objective point was the national capital. The men In the picture arJcolonel Michael Corcoran and his officers. Observe the man immediately back of the stack of ammunition near the left end of the picture. His right arm is missing. Already he had suffered for his country. Fifty Years Ago—Soldiers Buried In Swamp H- ?■< -•- ■''>•. ' Li’-:: v■.• ■ . ,;♦.. t. x*> .->... .. •S ' ’ t >?-/ ;.■■■'■ ■ - i" : .- : -v< . h ■■ •••!•%* ■? • < " ? ' A >♦ t . ? <v r ■■■.■, • * -- 2. X ’ L*l- _2 J| IN this picture, made from a wartime photograph, the pathos of war is told more plainly than words co “ press it. A terrible battle had been fought here. Both armies moved away, leaving detaßs of men to b rs their dead. The burial was devoid of pomp and ceremony. The brave men who had fallen In the hgnt were laid in the trenches, and the muddy earth was shoveled upon them. But before the burying squad departed some of the men set up rude headboards, marked with the names of the dead when known. Fifty Years Ago—Where Ellsworth Perished * ./ Gfitk r - left ’■ - v. y ® AC' r , .. . ■£'■ 4 B> «y ' «k \ t wb .’ ; ’y H O'w ' 7 ? •- *' * 0 wßw ; - * ? ■ ■ 1 ■ "fcj; 1 »uK» <Wl.MUCag!SMwMMßß>lM|glaA»gJ t fll fe sr* '.iftaga -ts*! 1., , | ; SMMMLm f < ' '’-’fll SmSc* u - B •• * r ¥ K i gSraRSSMiv' .1 — ' "■■' ■■ 1 ' Fifty years ago tae fiorth was shocked by the killing of Colonel E. E. Ellsworth of the New York sooaves. Ellst >rth, only* twenty-tour years of age, n noted driilmaster and a protege of .’resident Lincoln, occupied Alexandria, Va., with his regiment. He saw a Confederate flag flying from the roof of the Marshall House. a local hotel. Accompanied by one of his zouaves he made his way to the roof, seised the flag and was carrying it down the stairway when James T. Jackson, the landlord, shot him dead. The zouave killed Jackson Immediately.