LOOKOUT MOUNTAIN, 1863- BEUTELSBACH, 1880.

"YAH, I shpeaks English a leetle: berhaps you shpeaks petter

der German."

"No, not a word."

oonderstandt.

"Vel den, meester, it hardt for to be

I vos drei yahr in your country, I fights in der army mit Sher

man

Twentiet Illinois Infantry - Fightin' Joe Hooker's commandt."

"So you've seen service in Georgia

I tell you

a veteran, eh?"—"Vell,

Shust how it vos. I vent ofer in sixty, und landt in Nei-York; I sphends all mine money, gets sick, und near dies in der Hospiddal Bellevue :

Ven I gets petter I tramps to Sheecago to look for some vork."

"Pretty young then, I suppose ?”. -"Yah, svansig apout; und der peobles

Vot I goes to for to ask for some vork, dey hafe none for to geef; Efery von laughs; but I holds my head ope shust so high as der steeples.

Only dot var comes along, or I should have die, I belief."

"Ever get wounded? I notice you walk rather lame and un

steady.

Pshaw! got a wooden leg, eh? What battle? At Lookout! don't say!

I was there too wait a minute - your beer-glass is empty already.

Call for another. There! tell me how 'twas you got wounded

that day."

"Vell, ve charge ope' der side of her mountain der sky vos all smoky and hazy;

Ve fight all day long in der clouds, but I nefer get hit until

night

But -I don't care to say mooch apout it.

foolish and crazy.

Der poys called me

Und der doctor vot cut ofe my leg, he say, 'Goot'—dot it serf

me shust right.

"But I dinks I vood do dot thing over again, shust der same,

and no matter

Vot any man say."-" Well, let's hear it

talking to me,

For I was there, too, as I tell you— and Lor'! how the bullets

did patter

Around on that breastwork of boulders that sheltered our Tenth Tennessee."

"So? Dot vos a Tennessee regiment charged upon ours in de

efening,

Shust before dark; und dey yell as dey charge, und ve geef a hurrah,

Der roar of der guns, it vos orful.”- "Ah! yes, I remember, 'twas deafening,

The hottest musketry firing that ever our regiment saw."

"Und after ve drove dem back, und der night come on, I

listen,

Und dinks dot I hear somepody a callin' 'Pring me some vater for Gott's sake'.

glisten,

a voice dot cried,

I saw his pelt-bate

Oonder der moonlight, on der parapet, shust outside.

"I dhrow my canteen ofer to vere he lie, but he answer Dot his left handt vos gone, und his right arm proke mit

a fall;

Den I shump ofer, und gife him to drink, but shust as I ran, sir, Bang! come a sharp-shooter's pullet; und dot's how it vos dot is all."

"And they called you foolish and crazy, did they? Him you befriended

The 'reb,' I mean 'round?"

what became of him? Did he ever come

"Dey tell me he crawl to my side, und call till his strength vos

all ended,

Until dey come out mit der stretchers, und carry us off from der

ground.

"But pefore ve go, he ask me my name, und says he, 'Yacob

Keller,

You loses your leg for me, und some day, if both of us leefs,

I shows you I don't vorget'—but he most hafe died, de poor feller ;

I nefer hear ofe him since. He don't get vell, I beliefs.

"Only I always got der saddisfachshun ofe knowin'Shtop! vots der matter? Here, take some peer, you're vite as a sheet

Shteady! your handt on my shoulder! my gootness! I dinks you vos goin'

To lose your senses avay, und fall right off mit der seat.

"Geef me your handts. Vot! der left one gone? Und you vos a soldier

In dot same battle? a Tennessee regiment? dot's mighty

queer

Berhaps after all you're

fellow, I told you

I'd never

no, never forget you. I told you I'd come, and I'm here."

GEORGE L. CATLIN.

THE LITTLE GIRL'S SONG.

Do not mind my crying, papa,
I am not crying for pain.

Do not mind my shaking, papa,

I am not shaking with fear;

Though the wild, wild wind is hideous to hear,

And I see the snow and the rain.

When will you come back again,
Рара, рара?

Somebody else that you love, papa,
Somebody else that you dearly love

Is weary, like me, because you're away.
Sometimes I see her lips tremble and move,
And I seem to know what they're going to say;
And every day, and all the long day,

I long to cry, "Oh! mamma, mamma,
When will papa come back again?
But before I can say it I see the pain

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