Democratic Sentinel, Volume 7, Number 24, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 13 July 1883 — Not That Kind of People. [ARTICLE]

Not That Kind of People.

bed; Thßm aS tile setdisf; On this point there was a utile difference of opinion throughout the army. Thomas always seemed on duty. He was nfcvef in ttndrhss. He was always the stern, conscientaoiis BtHaief ifibhis fearing, and comes up in the memory of every soldier now as the representative commander of the war. He was not all “IrUn Duke,” as those who were nearest him during the war cftil testify. He loved a good story, and often told the following with great relish: After the battle of Perryville the army moved after Bragg, to the mountains in Southeastern Kentucky. Many of the Kentucky troops passed very near their homes and had a great desire to visit their families. .In tnahy cased they did, without permission, but in other cases men more conscientious labored hard to secure permission, The Colonel of a regiment, raised in the mount; ain districts, one day received a cftil from a backwoods specimen of the Kentucky soldier, who was biassed as a “six-footer.” He proceeded to state his case in a deliberate, drawling tone: “Kernel, Pm now about four miles from home. I would like to go over and see the old woman and the young uns and get up a little wood and fix ’em for winter. I kin ketch you afore yen git to Cumberland Gap.” “How do you know we are going to Cumberland Gap?” questioned the Colonel. “Waal, yer headed that way now, and I'coula soon get- up a little wood, and find you, unless Bragg chaws you up, which isn’t likely.” He was informed that the Colonel could not grant a furlough; that the qply person who could was Gen. Thomas, but that before his application could reach the General in due form and be returned he would be out of Kentucky. t “Six-footer” was disconsolate, but determined to visit Gen. Thomas in person, and he did. He caught the General unawares, and was half through his story before “Old Pap” comprehended the situation. Surprised he turned to hear: “About four miles from home —want to go over and get up a little wood—kin ketch you in a day or two, etc.” “How long since you' saw your wife and children?” questioned the stern old Major-General. • With a woebegone expression, the six-footer replied, slowly and solemnly: “Waal, Gineral,it’s nigh on to t-w-e-l-v-e nyjnths since I was to home.” “Why, man,said the General, briskly, “I hav’nt seen my wife for two years, and don’t expect to see her until the war is over.” The Kentuckian, putting on an air of one resenting an insult, said, sadly: “Waal, Gineral, me aftd my wife is not that kind of people.” This was too much for the dignity of even Gen, Thomas, and the old- Kentuckian, wondering what tickled “Old Pap” so, departed with a furlough in his pocket.— Chicago Inter Ocean.