Democratic Sentinel, Volume 14, Number 35, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 26 September 1890 — SOLDIER AND CHRISTIAN. [ARTICLE]

SOLDIER AND CHRISTIAN.

▲ in the Rank* Who WoulA Not Shoot. There is a member of Company I of the Forty-first Georgia regiment living in this county, says the Heralson, Ga., Banner, who was in every battle fought by his regiment, in every skirmish in which hie company engaged in, in •very charge made by his commant; and did not fire a gun. He was then, and is now, a minister of the gospel, He did not believe in killing men, and frequently charged the enemy with a yell, saw his comrades fall by his side, and whether routing the Union soldiers or being routed he would not shoot. He was always ready for duty—stood guard, remained at the picket post, and obeyed implicitly every command of his superior officers except to draw cartridges, load his gun and shoot At New Hope church, on the retreat from ‘ Dalton, several rounds of cartridges were issued to the soldiers, and he took one, and a short time afterward he was struck by a spent ball, but not hurt This remarkable man is a successful farmer and a splendid Bible Christian preacher, and is named Zechariah P. Hardigree.

What He Would Fight With. Col. Robert Lewis, representative from Hancock, tells the story of a duel in which he was to act as one oi the principals, says the Macon (Ga.) Telegraph. He was then paying voted attention to a young Indy, and had a rival as devoted as himself. The rival grow quarrelsome, and his feelings, of which he possessed as fine an assortment as any duelist that ever stood on the field, were hurt by some* thing that Col. Lewis had said. He sent a “friend” to see his enemy. A card was handed Col. Lewis, which read about as follows: “You have insulted me and I demand satisfaction. You may choose the weapons we shall fight with. Shall it be pistols, shotguns, bowie-knives, or what?" To this card Col. Lewis replied briefly that he would fight him with “what.** “We haven’t fought .yet," said ColBob. “I don’t suppose they have yet invented the weapon I wanted to fight with. But every time I see that man in a crowd I can run him away—w© are good friends now—by asking him if he still wants to fight." Curine a Hiccough. Mr. Smithkin had heard chat a sura cure for a hiccough was a severe frght One evening, smoking at his fireside after supper, he was taken with a hiccough which continued in spite of all his efforts to ohotk it. Presently he got up suddenly from his chair, and called out in alarm to Mrs. Smithkin: “I’ve lost my watch! I’ve lost my watch!” “John Smithkin!” said she, “wha| do you mean? Why, you halnt done any such a thing. Here’s your watch all right, in your vest pocket.” “Don’t you think I know thapP” said Mr. Smithkin. “I was just giving myself a severe fright, you know, tq stop the hiccoughs!"