The Syracuse Journal, Volume 1, Number 16, Syracuse, Kosciusko County, 13 August 1908 — Page 6

Dodging Bombshells. “My God, Frank Howe's killed.” That was the first sound that greeted my ears as I woke from a heavy slumber the morning after the fortieth Massachusetts regiment had reached Morris Island in Charleston harbor. After we had chased Lee down through Virginia with the Army of the Potomac, immediately following the battle Os Gettysburg, my regiment was detached at Warrenton junction and sent south. At first we did hot know where we were’golng, but we finally learned that we were to join the forces of Gen. Gilmore, who was in charge of the siege of 6harleston»i We reached Morris Island on thefevening of the 12th of September. 1863, if I remember rightly, and disembarked on the low, sandy beach, glad to get upon dry land once more after having been crowded rather uncomfortably on the transports. The scene was not particularly inviting, especially as a dull drizzling rain had commenced to fall, and as We marched up the beach our first impressions of Morris Island were not very agreeable, When we had reached a spot nearly • opposite to what was known as the Beacon House we were ordered to halt and directed to bivoiiiac for the night. We had been used to lying on the ground without any shelter over us, so we didn’t care much for the heavy mist that was falling. anlKsoon all the command. except the sOntries, were fast asleep. Another- map and myself had laid a rubber blanket first down on the ground, on which we stretched ourselves, putting out guns between "us, and then with another rubber blanket over us we were soon dreaming of home and without any thought of the discomforts of army life. We were tired and slept soundly, or at least I know I did. and when I opened my eyes on hearing the expression I have quoted above I found it was morning and the sun was shining brightly. Simultaneously with the remark that/l was killed I felt an uncomfortably sensation along my left leg and-th/ impression, conveyed to my mind was that the. man who was lying beside me had got up and drawn my bayonet across my limb. As I opened my eyes, however,. I discovered that the feeling had been, caused by the wind from a piece of Shell, which buried itself in the salid just between my feet. In response to the remark. which had been uttered by my friend and tentmate, who was lying a few tiles distant from me, I replied : “Not by a large majority." and then I proceeded to get myself on end and dig out the piece of shell, which I found to be an ugly looking bit of iron weighing, I should judge, about nine pounds. A half -inch variation in the fall of that piece of shell and the remark as to my death would have been a truth, and I would probably have been left to enrich the soil of that almost barren sand bar in Charleston harbor. Os course all this happened in a far briefer period than it takes to tell the story, but I mention it as one of, the remarkable escapes from death during my personal experience and as the only time in which I think a missile was sent by the rebels which was labeled with my name., The incident caused quite a little commotion in the regiment. as we had been halted at a place which was supposed to be out of range from the rebel fire, and it was the only piece of shell that came in our direction while we were there. I was regarded with considerable curiosity and considered something of a hero, although as a matter of fact I was simply a passive agent, had no knowledge of my danger and couldn’t have run away if I had wanted to, because [ was fast asleep. That was our first introduction to siege .duty on Morris Island, which afterward became quite monotonous and wearisome. It was anything but agreeable to lie in the trenches, or rather under splinter proofs, for three or five lays at a time, as the ease be, and simply wait until we were relieved and sent back to our camp farther down the island, where we had' a season of rest and the regular routine of camp duty only to go back in the trenches' again when our turn came. There was comparatively little danger While in the trenches, although the rebels were constantly shelling us from Forts Johnson, Sumter and the batteries on Sullivan’s Island, excepting •ccasionally where a shell would go through one of the splinter proofs and play havoc with the men in its immediate vicinity. Our army was constantly making new parallels and steadily approaching the works which surrounded Fort Gregg and Battery Wagner, which were on the northern end of the island, which the enemy had held with determined persistency. We knew that the capture of these works by the Union forces or their evacuation by the enemy was simply a question of time, and as each new parallel was dug by’ Gen. Gillmore’s men and occupied by his troops the settlement of that question came nearer a As is well known, both forts were abandoned by

the enemy and the Union forces took possession of the entire island. The night before the evacuation my com pany was assigned to picket duty, and from after dark until nearly dawn 1 slood with three other men on a post on the beach. All night the rebels were firing shells with unaccustomed activity, endeavoring to conceal their preparations for evacuation. We Would watch their shells as they went up in the air, leaving a tail of fire behind them, and then note the angle oi their fall. You could hear the continual ’ “where-is-yer,” ‘‘where-is-yer,’’ “where-is-yer,” as the sound had be come to be familiarly characterized and then when it would burst with “I found-yer" we kept a keen lookout tc see whether any of the pieces were coining our way. No accident hap pened, however, and-just before day break we were put into a parallel which bad been dug during that nighl and which was hardly deep enough foi a man of average height to stand up in without showing his head above the sand bags. So we all sat down with our backs against the sand bags and resigned ourselves to the task of waiting. We had nothing particularly to do, but simply 'to stay there, and sc the only injunction was that we should notdeave the parallel. About 11 o’clock I went nearly to the end of the parallel and there a group .of lis. consisting of the orderly sergeant. the second lieutenant* of Company G and Lieut. Webb of Company F. began .to kill the-time in telling stories. Webb had got a piece of board which he had put against the sand bar ricade and against which he leaned A particularly funny story had beer told and we were all laughing heartily when we heard the lookout at th< Whitworth battery Call out “Johnson” *and we saw a shell go up from that fort and burst in the air. We had no idea that we were in any danger, but one of the pieces came our way. struck Lieut. Webb in the forehead and took the whole top of his head right otf. scattering his blood and brains over the rest of us as we tumbled back on to the ground. Os course he was killed instantly, but the sight he presented was. T think, the most ghastly I ever witnessed. I have seen men who have died under almost every condition, by shot, by shell, by accident, by writhing pain and by convulsion, and some have tuul terribly, distorted features during the last paroxysms before life was finally extinct, but I have never seen anything which was quite so horrible as the sight presented by this'officer on that occasion. The rigor mortis was instantaneous with the shot, and there he sat bolt upright against the board, his. mouth extended on a broad grin, his eyes starting from their sockets and with no roof to bis head. It was some minutes before we could collect our Nsenses sufficiently to lay the poor fellow down and to straighten him out. s<J that lie would present the appearance of a decent corpse. We couldn't take him away from there at that time, but we managed to get a blanket and put over him. and he lay there until after the evacuation was completed and Fort Gregg and Battery Wagner were occupied by our forces. This was only a few hours afterward, for a little after noon they opened on us with their-Co-horn mortars, pitching the shell right over into our works, but without doing any particular damage. Before night they had got away from the island and we were In full possession.—Frank T. Howe in Washington Star. Is that Grist-Mill Still Standing; While on a raid under General Stoneman, near the close of the war, passing through a wild and barren region, We found ourselves short of rations for both men and horses. Although foraging at that time in. that section of the country was considered rather ; dangerous, I, for one, resolved to run the risk, and agreed with a comrade to leave the command the first diverging road we came Ho, and see what we could see. The road proved to be but little -traveled, aad for about a mile seemed to gradually descend down, down, until we discovered a stream of water, and. to our surprise and delight, something resembling a grist-mill. But was that all we discovered? Oh, no! There were four horses hitched near the mill, and their four riders seemed to be intently busy In and about the mill. Who and what are they? Johnnies? was the all absorbing question in our minds as we cautiously approached them. But we soon recognized them as belonging to our own command —boys of the Twelfth Ohio and Eleventh Michigan Cavalry. Hastily dismounting, we hitched our horses and entered the mill, saluting them with: “Hello, boys! What are you doing here?” “Why, we are trying to get this confounded thing started. Do ybu fellows know, anything about a watermill—how to start it or manage it?* “Oh, yes! Just turn on the water and let her go.” “Well, the water is on, 'but the provoking thing won't start.” “But she’s got to go, that’s all.” Sure enough, in a few minutes away she went. The hopper was filled up with corn we found in the mill f and, although we did not obtain a fine grind, we'each supplied ourselves with about a gallon of the precious yellow dust, more precious just then than the gold dust of California. And mounting our horses we hastened to rejoin the command, leaving the old grist mill to stop when she got tired, for it is one thing to start a mill, but' another to stop it.—Joseph Banks, Company B, Twelfth O. V. C.

GERMANY’S TOYS. Their Manufacture One of the Country’s Big Industries. Some interesting particulars of the toy industry of Germany have begn published by the British consul at Haim burg. Toys constitute one of the most Important branched of German manufacture. In the year 1903 the total volume of toys exported from all parts of the German Empire was 34,717 tons, valued at $13,931,370. Though there is hardly any country in the which German toys are not exports, the most important customer of Germany Is Great Britain, which in the year under review received 12,218 tons. The second most important market for German toys is this country, the exports to which amounted in 1903 to 11,055 tons, valued at $4,093,135. The most important centers for the manufacture of toys in Germany are Nuremberg and Fuerth in Bavaria, Sonneberg and some other parts <jf Thuringia and the Saxon “Erzegeblrge.” Nuremberg, above all, has long been known throughout the world for its trade and industry, and German toys, wherever made, still go in many countries by the name of Nuremberg toys.

STUDYING MAN AS A MACHINE. 8 KIMI BCT i Wilf v THE CALORIMETER CHAMBER. Some time ago Dr. Andrew Wilson discussed the calorimetric experiments at an American university. Sheffield Univermty has now installed a similar chamber, in which a man is shut up in order that the heat generated by his body may be observed. By a system of registering instruments the heat generated by the body in action and in repose is’' minutely recorded. The prisoner has to live for several days in a calorimeter, and his food is passed to him through a porthole so contrived that the heat of the chamber cannot be affected by the. opening of communication with the outside world. For exercise he rides a stationary bicycle, and during the time he is on the machine a record is taken of the change in- the temperature of the body.— Illustrated London News.

kt,Fuerth, which is close to Nuremberg, > flourishing trade and Industry has likewise sprung up since about the end of the eighteenth century. Next to Nuremberg and Fuerth the town and district .of Sonneberg has for many years enjoyed the best reputation for its toy industry and trade, while in the Saxon “Erzgebirge,” a district comparatively poor in natural products, the manufacture of toys has likewise for some time furnished a source of livelihood to thousands of its inhabitants. The toys made at Nuremberg and Fuerth are chiefly of the metal variety, made either of tin, tinned sheet iron or of tin and lead alloys. Os the more than 200 toy factories established in both of these towns, about 150 are devoted exclusively to metal toys, the only part of them worked by hand being the final painting, while all the rest is manufactured by machinery. In this respect this. toy industry of the two Bavarian towns occupies a rather different position from that of all the other parts of Germany, where it is almost exclusively carried on by manual labor; that is to say, by workmen and women in their own homes. The success of the Nuremberg and Fuerth metal toy manufactories is mainly attributable to the skillful manner in which the materials have been employed, and in which the machinery and tools used for the work have been adapted and gradually Improved by the toy manufacturers , themselves, thus enabling them to produce large quantities of articles within a comparatively short time, and to reduce tne expenses of p oductlon, and in consequence also the sale prices of the articles manufactured by them.—Scientific American. BRINGS PINCHING BUGS. British Steamship Weary o£ Battle with Irrepressible Pests. Bombay pinching bugs Invaded an Eveless Eden when they climbed aboard the British freight steamship Strathairly at Bombay on July 12, says the New York Herald. To use the Swords of the Strathalrly’s second oifi-

cer, Mr. Kelso, it was a pinch all the way over, and the ship came into this port yesterday literally on a pinch as well. The pinching bugs of Bombay have a habit of biting hard, and for almost 60 days the sailors on the Strathairly kept up a continuous fight against the little pestsi Visitors to the Strathairly came off the ship with one or more of the bugs clinging to their clothes. If the visitor did not watch out for them the bugs would by easy stages reach the face of their victim and then—the pinching kiss. - Robert van Fossholler, a Transvaal sailor on board the ship, thought he had a remedy for the bug plague in a liquid concoction with which he liberally sprinkled the fo’cs’le quarters. He drove out the bugs and the other men of the crew as well. Then Bazin, a Frenchman, the ship's chef, produced a bug powder that was warranted tc kill any bug alive. It blew great monsoons the day after the powder had been sprinkled over the ship, and as a result every particle of food not'down in the stores was made useless. Captain Herne, Mr. Duncan, chief offleer; and the second saw no humor in

the situation of the kissing-pinching bug plague, and in this view they wer« backed up by the crew. Then the Suez canal was passed through, and the bugs continued to multiply. Then was a council of war, and it was de cided to ask for advice at Algiers. Ix Algiers the commandante, or., whatever that official’s fitle was, came aboard and investigated and departed with a dozen samples of the Bombay bug clinging to his robes. At quarantine Dr. Doty disinfected the steamer according to the rules governing ships arriving from far eastern ports. Everything in the way ol microbes and germs aboard was officially disposed of—except the kissing bugs They remained as stowaways, and continued with the Strathairly to the Bush docks, where (they promenaded ashore in pairs and'quartets, and visited the offices on the piers. A Judicious Start. “I suppose you are ready to contend that your family dates back to before the deluge?” “No, I’m not That gang was so bad it hail to be drowned out. Our people -were satisfied to start in hftei things settled down and civilization began to take root.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer. Too Sympathetic. “There is such a thing as being toe considerate and tender-hearted.” “What’s the trouble now?” “My daughter refuses to boil the drinking water for fear of hurting the germs.”—Washington Star. - The Shortest. • “What’s the shortest day in the year?” “I don’t know what it is by the calendar, but it’s Christmas by my financial account.”—Cleveland Plain Dealer. You people who quarrel easily, re member that no quarrel was ever real ly made up. The women should always admire women more than the men.

Looking Ahead. Miss Gaddie —Mr. Bragley is getting to be quite an enthusiastic gold player now. Mr. Wise—Yes, but he’s worrying a good deal because he’s so small. Miss Gaddie—Afraid he’d never get to be an expert? Mr. Wise—Oh no! He’s afraid there won’t be room enough on him for all the medals he’s going to win. ! Meeting the Condition. “Augusta,” said Mr.. Wyss when the quarrel was at its height, “you have devisefijj, great variety of ways to call . me a fool.” . “Merely a matter of necessity.” replied Mrs. Wyss. “You have devised so many ways of being one,” Result ot Education. '-rF* Mr. Woodlot—Naow, Hiram, this isn’t,the time I ketched ye loafin’ to-day. It seems ez college has completely spiled ye! Hiram, (class ’OS)—Patience, pater; I’m merely trying to figure out by geometry bow to get around this rock with the ploAv without swerving from my course! A Sure to Swell. City Girl —Oh, isn’t this a’swell vine!. Country Boy—Yep, it be. It’s pizen oak. Mean. Scribbler—Do you like my books? Funnicus—l’m stuck on two of them. Scribbler—Which two? Funnicus—The two I bought. Looking for Work. “Mhy don’t you go to work instead Os begging and boozing?” “I will, boss,. as soon as there’s an openin’ in my trade. An’ I ain’t got :ong to wait now, nuther/’ “What is your trade?” “I’m a trackwalker for-- aeroplane lines.” . • No Limit. jGuhner—She’s a very progressive young lady. She is going to enter the field of journalism and start a paper Guyer—Yes. and she is going to calf It “The-Rumor.” Don’t you think that is rather an unusual- name? Gunner- Not at all. When a rumor is started by a woman it always gains a wonderful circulation. Puzzled Her. Mrs. Stubb—John, is it cold out to the baseball grounds these days? Mr. Stubb—Cold? Why, Maria, it is as hot as blazes. What in the world gave you the impression it was, cold out there? Mrs. Stubb—Why, John, the paper says the features of yesterday’s games were Several warm muffs. His New Specialty. The foolkiller was observed to be soaring in the clouds. “Off for Mars?” asked Father Time, facetiously. “No,” replied the Fodlkiller, “I am up here looking for the fool who rocks the airship.” Joke Within * Joke. Scribbles —I had a good joke ,on my wife yesterday. Dribbles—So? Scribbles—Yes. She actually laughed at one of my jokes in a magazine, but of course she didn’t know it was mine.' In a Book Store. Clerk—There goes a man with a very interesting history. Lady—You don’t say so? How do you know? Clerk—l just sold it to him. Playing Safe. • “Are you going to send Graftleigh back to Congress?” asked the reporter. “That’g what,” replied the rural politician. “We realize that it will be safer for us to have him there than at home. Hia Offer. Clarice —He asked me if he might offer me his umbrella, and—— Phyllis—But it wasn’t raining, was it? . Clarice—No, but he said we could stroll along together until it began. Bright Girl Again. Teacher (at object lesson——So now, children, you* know how a knife is made. I want you, Marjorie, to . fell me which is the mostjmportant part of a knife. v Marjorie—Er —er—er • Teacher —Well, I'll help you.' (What part of his knife does your father use the most? Marjorie—The corkscrew.

An Optimist Needed. , Mae— Our pastor preached a sermon on marriage last Sunday. 0 • Edythe—Did it seem to have a stimulating effect? < Mae—No. On the contrary, it was so solemn and conveyed so many warnings that it broke off two engagements. Womanlike. Ostend—The paper says the women’s club went out on a yachting party with fifty members—all told. What does “all told” mean, pop? Pa-r-Oh, I guess it means they all told everything they knew about the members that did not go. . Certain Symptoms, “Bill,” said the farmer’s boy in an awed whisper, “Jim has washed his face twice this morning.” “Do tell!” ejaculated his lanky brother. “Well, visitors must be coming.” “And he has put on a new shirt and a clean collar.” “Jumping June bugs! Why; he must be going to a picnic I” j “And his shoes are'blacked and every time you get near him you can smell hair oil.” “Then that settles it. Bill has got a gal. Tell ma she can soon prepare for a new daughter-in-law. Never knew them that symptoms to fall.” Early in the Season. Visitor—Aren't any of you suburbanites preparing to grow anything in your gardens this year? Woodson—Well, there’s one thing most of us have grown already. Visitor—lndeed? What’s that, pray? Woodson—Tired. Reform Movement. The milkman had been brought to see the error of his ways. “Thomas," he said to his Assistant, “I am going to furnish my customers with absolutely pure milk after this. "So?" queried Thomas. “That’s what,” contiitubd the milkman. "Hereafter we will use distilled water only.” Too Much . for Him. “How true that old saying is about a child asking questions that a man cannot answer,” remarked Popleigh. “What’s the trouble now 'i" queried . his friend Singleton. ’ ; ‘•This morning," replied Popleigh, “my little boj’ asked m'e why men were sent to Congress and I couldn’t tell him.” Sometiiiiig Wrong. Ardupp—There’s one thing I can’t understand. Norcross—What’s that? 1 Ardupp—Why it is that ifi this era of trusts it’s so hard to get! trusted. Had a Conference; Bronson (to fisherman) —Just throw me half a dozen of those tropt Fisherman—Throw them? \ Bronson—Yes; then I ean go home and tell my wife I caught ’em. I may be a poor fisherman, but Pm no liar. Foiled Agrain. “I presume,” said the lodger, icily, at the conclusion oPthe little dispute with his landlady, “I presume that you will allow me to take my belongings away with me?” “I am sorry.” was the icy reply, “but your other collar has not Jyet come home from the laundry.” Careful of Him. “Why don’t -y°u let .your husband carry that .heavy basket of wet clothes, Mrs. O’Lympick?” “Because the poor fellow has to he careful of his strength. You know he is entered for the hammer throw and weight-lifting contests.” Not Impressed. ‘,T have been'abroad in the best of society,” boasted the city youth. “Why, even my trunks bear the labels of Switzerland.” “Gosh, that ain’t nothing, sonny,’-’ drawled the i/ural uncle. “So does a box'of cheesex Fly If/ the Ointment. First Bride 2 —Does your husband ever say anything about his mother’s cooking? Second Bride—Sometimes; but 1 never pay any attention to it. It’s what he says about my cooking that makes me angry. Mystery. “I wonder why it is?” said the man who seemed .to be thinking aloud. “Why what is?” queried the friend who had overheard. “That people who are so different from us seem to be satisfied' with themselves,” concluded the noisy thinker. Not Literary Himself. “But, papa,” pleaded the prettj American girl, “can’t you take the little prince along with us to the seashore? He is so literary I just know he will entertain you.” “No. thanks,” replied thejold mil lionalre, firmly, “I don’t care to take any literary supplements.” Reckless Man. “It says here, Marla,” said Mr. Hardapple, as he opened his weekly paper, “that a man with an open umbrella jumped off a New York skyscraper.” “Do tell, Hiram!” gasped Mrs. Hard apple, looking up from her eburn. “And did it break his umbrella?”

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RELIC OF OLD LOUISBURG. Harvard’s ‘Cross that Pepperell’s Meu Brought from - Stronghold. In a closet in the library at Harvard ; College is stored one of the few exist- ; Ing relics of the campaign of Sir Wlll- , lam Pepperell and fiis New Englanders ’ against the French stronghold of Louls- ' burg, in the year 1745. This relic Is an iron cross that is believed to have adorned a churqh in Louisburg. How it caiiie into the possession of Harvard is not known fit this time, as no antiquarian has ever taken the trouble, it appears, to establish Its history, since it became a college possession. *- About sixty years ago John L Sibley,- then librarian at Harvard, found the cross In a lot of discarded articles* stored in one of the smaller buildings on the college grounds. -It was marked with a tag, on which was written the statement that the cross was brought from Louisburg by one of Pepperell’s soldiers.- Mr. Sibley attempted to trace the history of the relie in order to discover under what circumstances, and by whom, it waS presented to Ule college, but, so far as his suecesspimnows, he made no headway in his In 1841, shortly after its discovery hy Mr. Sibley, the cross was stored in a small building that stood back'of the Charles River National Banly nyar the college. The building was burned in 1845, and the eross waS found iln its ashes, undamaged except for slight pitting caused by the heat. \ Taken in'hand by Justin Winsb.r,' then librarian, the cross was given heavy coat qf gilding, such as it had borne originally, and wa§ fixed to thg, east wall-of Gore Hall, in the library building. Here it remained sos. many years, until alterations made its removal from the wall necessary. It was next stored in the cellar of the library, remaining there until the early ’Bos, when it was firmly fixed in the stone peak of the gable over the entrance to the library. Here it remained an object of Interest to all ’who saw It, and heard of its origin until Pctober, 1595, when some mischievous person broke it off near the base and carried it away. No trace of the thief was obtained, and hope of securing the return of the relic was given up, when, in the night of Jan. 7, 1897, the cross was returned to the roof of the library portico and placed at the base of the gable, probably by the person who took It away.—• Boston Globe. Dtvldin* Line at Cape Hatteraa. Cape Hatteras is the true dividing line between the North and the South. North of It there is not a trace of the palmetto and other forms of vegetation which, subtropical in character, cease there also. Mason and Dixon’s line is an imaginary sort of a thing in the North, but Hatteras is the outer mark of the real dividing line and .it affords a fine opportunity for study.—Forest and Stream. Nrf Lie, Either. Mrs. McSwat —Billiger, how did you like the decorations at the church thia morning? Mr. McSwat-—-All the decorations I could see, Lobelia, were worn by the young lady in front of me. I liked the grand sweep of the brim, thp. floral display, and the general arrangement of the ribbons, but I thought the dead bird looked out of place. . So It I«. Teacher —-If a vehicle- with two wheels is a bicycle and one with three wheels is a tricycle, what is one with only one wheel? Scholar —A wheelbarrow. —lllustrat- • ed Bits. .. Artesian Wells are multiplying in Valencia, Spain, Where good water is very f scarce, and where a bountiful supply is obtainable at a depth of 120 to 130 feet.

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