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"RIDE OF THE THREE THOUSAND"
Story of Morgan's Famous Raid Through Three States Dur
ing the War of the Rebellion, and Final Capture
of the Confederate Raider and His Men.
(This extract from Henry Scott Clark's "The
Legionaries" is printed by permission of the
Bowen-Merrlll Company. It la a. single Inci
dent In the novel, and Is fully protected by
copyright.)
The advance of Morgan's cavalry felt
Its way toward Corydon that first morn
Ins In Indiana, and well In front were
my own men, contrary to what I had
planned for them. But of that they were
Ignorant. A few hundred legionaries,
with a courage far greater than their
strength, sought to check this audacious
rebel host From their rude, hastily con
structed breastworks they sent forth a
very gallant fire. But It was snuffed out
like a match In a tempest, and the men
who pulled the triggers were first en
veloped in the cloud of gray, then dis
armed and cast aside. This was the first
obstacle since the invasion was accom
plished. And how soon It came! Though
falling to do more, it did cause a little
delay, and delay in such a situation is
everything. Even then the thousands of
blue-garbed pursuers were at Branden
burg. Onward! Through the town clattered
the rebel hoofs and rumbled the rebel
cannon, and the great game of "fox and
geese" was under way. What a flutter
ing of wings there was, what consterna
tion, and yet what a determination arose
to run this gray for to earth!
Flight of the Fox.
The next morning, Salem, 50 miles in
land, and 200 removed from any hope of
help! Already thousands had hurried to
arms, and other thousands were concen
trating for hasty equipment. Behind, the
roads shook with the tread of the cavalry
that had followed from the south. Against
this one, a dozen Generals were laying
plans, organizing and transporting forces.
Half -frantic telegrams were passing over
the hot wires between Xoulsvllle, Indian
apolis and Cincinnati, and countless lesser
places. Alarm bells were ringing In every
town and village and hamlet.
The enemy must be cornered. But the
gray fox knew how to turn and to wind
in and out, never losing his direction.
And he also knew how to show his teeth.
Reports of his movements conflicted and
put him first here and then there, and
the bewildered foes knew not where to
strike. They made ready at many places
and moved according to their Informa
tion. Country people and townsmen along
the Invader's track were In a state of
alarm bordering on panic Not accus
tomed to beholding any considerable body
of soldiers, and none that were hostile,
they vastly overrated the numbers of my
General's men. Besides, they were ex
pecting to have their throats cut, and
an expectation of this character is not
conducive to a calm Judgment of things
and events.
Running: a. Race.
On and on, under the blazing Summer
sun, with little sleep and Httl rest! As
by magic, the whole population knew
that 3000 horsemen were running a race
the most astounding race in history
with death or captlvty the penalty for
losing; a race with the telegraph and
steam cars, and the unnumbered foes
that growled about them and behind them
and forced them on. And far ahead other
hosts were gathering to harry them and
to drive them this way and that.
The atmosphere was charged with ex
citement and fear, and danger lurked
everywhere. Unharvested wheat stood
over-ripe and neglected In the fields. Hus
bandmen had suddenly become soldiers,
and In masses were being rushed here
and there along the Invader's track. Nev
er did pioneers work with such desperate
energy clearing the primeval forests as
did men now work to block with felled
trees the roads they had taken such pains
to make. The sound of the ax, the crash
of falling trees, mingled with the shouts
of men, the clatter of shod hoofs and the
crack of guns. Far aloft spread the
smoke of burning bridges destroyed by
the General to hinder his enemies.
The fox must be hemmed in. But not
yet was It to be. He did not fear the
legionaries or raw recruits, numberless
as they were. It was the foe behind,
and those other well-trained soldiers has
tening up from the war region and rising
like a cloud far in his front, for whom
he was on the lookout.
Enemies Everywhere.
The broad river was on his right hand,
and It was now alive with armed craft
ready to pounce upon him if he should
attempt to recross. On his left, for hun
dreds of miles to the northward; was a
country filled with enemies desiring his
destruction. In opposition to these condi
tions was the i fertile brain and daring
spirit of one man and the strong arms
of his faithful followers.
North Vernon, Versailles and Sunman
Station! It was now Monday morning,
and four days since the river was crossed
days of hard riding and strategy, with
scant time for rest. The beginning of a
new week; what would the end of It be?
The air was filled now with murmurlngs
of rapidly concentrating foes pouring for
ward from the middle North In excited
streams like the rising tides of the sea.
The alarm bells had aroused the people.
From shop and store and field, from office
and counting-room, they came, eager, un
tried, and with nerves tremulous with
tension.
What way would the fox turn? He
did not turn. Straight ahead he rode,
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passing the Indiana border and thunder
ing upon the highways of Ohio. And
now 90 miles In a day and a night he
went, while on his right two Unionist
forces, each in the darkness believing the
other to be the Invader, fell Into furious
conflict and drenched the soil they were
there to defend with their own blood.
On Sweeps the Fox
On and on he swept, brushing aside one
foe and eluding another, defying the tele
graph, steam cars, the dozen Generals,
the swarming thousands night and day,
day and night. His men were of Iron,
but Iron will break when eaten by rust,
and into these men was eating the rust
of tremendous exertion without rest.
There was no time for recuperation, no
time to replace the -vitality that was be
ing constantly expended.
A few of the weaker dropped from
their saddles and were picked up from
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the wayside by pursuers, some of whom
were now treading on their very heels.
At halts others fell into the slumber of
exhaustion from which their officers
could arouse them with difficulty. But
But once in the saddle again, they pressed
on with mocking laughter for their foes
and hearts beating high with courage.
Their chief was In the van, and what he
could endure they would endure, and
where he led they would follow as long
as they could keep their leaden feet In
the stirrups.
On, for six days more, through storm
and shine they rode. It was the first
day of a new week, Sunday. They had
drawn toward the River Ohio, now in un
seasonable flood, a yellow, rushing, foam
ing barrier between them and the more
friendly Kentucky. It semed that God
was against them. Here was Bufflngton
Island, where the General had thought
to cross, but here also his enemies lay
In wait to thwart him. to drive him back.
And here they fought, these wearied men
these men almost dead in their saddles
with these others, fought and died. On
again, but there were hundreds of their
fellows who could not follow.
Twelve Hundred Now.
Only 1200 were left of the 3000. But -the
foe followed, that foe which crossed at
Brandenburg, as determined and hardy
as the quarry he was pursuing. And oth
er opposers poured forth from every town
and village and Middle "West Army Post,
on foot and horseback and railway train.
They patrolled the highways; they
watched from hill and tree-top; and they
waited in wood and field the coming of
the presumptuous rebel.
A great roar filled the Midsummer air,
growing louder day by day. The earth
shook under the tramp of new legions.
All business was suspended. Nothing
was thought of but the raider who for
weeks had eluded and baffled his ene
mies in three states, and turned upon
himself the eyes of millions. For his
splendid courage he was lauded; for his
blindness he was condemned. He was
foredoomed to failure and disaster, but
he was winning the future admiration
of the world, and the present respect of
those who were straining every nerve and
muscle and brain cell to bring about his
overthrow. But not yet was It accom
plished. The same day, 20 miles above Bufflngton
Island, he came again to the margin of
the broad river. Here he resolved to
breast Its sweeping flood. Orders were
given, and the men rode In as they would
ride upon the green sward or upon the
dusty road, reckless of risk and danger.
Those In advance were far out toward the
southern shore when the gunboats of the
Federals suddenly appeared. The Gen
eral himself was In midstream, his pow
erful horse swimming gallantly.
Returns to His Men.
IiOoklng back, he saw that It was Im
possible for the rest of his command to
effect a passago of the stream In the
teeth of the enemy's Are that was now
being directed against them, against him
and those about him, against those others
now nearlng the green soli of Kentucky.
He guided his horse around and went
back in the hall of shot, to remain with
the remnant of his command to the end.
Only 800 were now left to him of the
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3000, and these 00 pressed on again. The
sun went down, but stlir they pressed on.
through the twilight and Into the night
to a point oft Blennerhasset's Island,
where three score years before Aaron
Burr unfolded to the English scholar his
plans for a southwestern empire.
Not so quiet as then wcro these somber
shores. Coming from all directions, even
from the south where lay the river. Its
bosom shimmering under the lights of thej
armed patrols, were the pursuing nunters,
who now believed that the object of the
chase was surrounded and without chance
of escape. They moved In and shut off
all means of egress, saveu on one 'side
where an abrupt mountain barred the
way like a mighty wall which .no-man,
they thought, would dare attempt to
Efgrht Hundred Dared.
One man did dare, and 800 followed In
single file. In the darkness. Up and up,
stumbling, falling; up and up, winding
around, and then down and down and
away, while the foe awaited the coming
of the dawn to finish the work of de
struction. On again, toward the east, rode these
men so desperately tired and so desper
ately beset. For six days more they
moved, sometimes thrown to the right
or to the left, sometimes hurled back,
hampered, harassed, but forward toward
the east. A cloud of dust marked their
march and revealed their presence, and
SAMSON
THE TEMPLE OF NATIONS.
other clouds of dust rose to mark the
paths of the hunters.
It is Incredible that men can endure
what these men suffered. They were In
the saddle ZL hours out of each 24. From
day to day they were killed or captured,
singly or In groups. Everywhere they
were met by fresh companies of legion
aries, which swarmed and buzzed about
them, and often darted upon the flanks or
upon the rear and stung. The uproar and
confusion increased; the shouts of men,
the trampling of hoofs, the rattle of
equipment, and the guns and sabers of
the on-rushing thousands flashed and
gleamed in the blistering sun.
Still Rides On.
But tho grim man Jn gray rode on.
Until he was overthrown there would be
no rest for pursuers or pursued. What
mattered It that his force had been bit
ten and torn until only a weary frag
ment remained? It was the leader who
was Important, not his followers this
bold chieftain, who so often had ridden
far and wide unchecked. And Just now
the President of the United States, the
great Lincoln, was making anxious in
quiries as to his whereabouts.
Another Sunday dawned, the 26th of
July. Far in Eastern Ohio rode 300 men
300 of 3000, and many of these, feverish
almost to delirium from wounds received
in fierce fights on previous days, reeled
In their saddles "as they went. They
were two miles beyond the village of
Gavers. the General 'at the front of his
scant column.
What meant that hurtling cloud of dust
ahead? And what meant that yellow
cloud behind and that other rising over
the Highlandtown road? Nearer and
nearer approached these signs, of the
enemy. The scant column came to a
halt, and, as it did so, across the fields
dashed the Unionist cavalry. From every
direction. It seemed, they streamed toward
these hunted men in such numbers that
it was folly to resist.
Cornered at Lost.
The gray fox was cornered at last In
the open, but he had led a long chase.
He surrendered to a man believed by
him to be a Captain of militia, and made
quick terms for parole. These terms the
Union General would not allow, where
upon Morgan demanded that he be put
upon the field again where he was, and
avowed that he would fight them to the
end. But this was the end; the race had
been run. Beneath his horse's feet SOD
heartbreaking miles had sped. The tele
graph, the steam cars, the dozen Gen
erals, the swarming thousands, had won,
and for the losers who lived there was
only the prison.
Was anything accomplished by them
save their own destruction? I will an
swer, yes; the vcltory six weeks later by
Braggs Confederate Army in. the great
battle of Chickamauga, when the two
forces there engaged lost more than 30.0CO
men.
One He Couldn't Smash.
A baggage man out in Podunk.
"Who made of new baggago old Junk,
Shipped an elephant through
To Kalamazoo,
But be didn't smash open it trunk.
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MYSTERY OF THE CABIN
EXPERIENCES OF TWO HUNTERS I
IN THE MOUNTAINS. '
Queer Thing That Happened Dar
ing Their Occupancy of a Jlnr-
' dered Man's Quarters.
The afternoon was far advanced, as we
tolled up the rough mountain road.
"We must be nearly to Peterson's place
by thla time," said Sam, wiping1 his brew.
"Tes, I think we aro," I replied. "Our
directions were to go beyond Peterson's
to tho end of the road, where, we would
And a good place to camp; but, don't
you know? I fancied I saw a smile on
the face of the last fellow we talked to,
when we told him where we were going.
I wonder If there la anything wrong about
our directions?"
Before Sam. could answer we took a
sharp turn and found ourselves in a little
clearing, la the center of which was a
rough board house. Some seven or eight
tow-headed little figures stood staring at
us In amazement and then scampered off
like a lot of brownies, in every direction.
A little black dog set up a fierce barking
and rushed! furiously down towards us;
then tho door opened and a man stuck
his head out and called away the dog.
"la this Petertn'B place?" I called.
"Yep, that's my name," said he.
rvVhere you fellers goln'?"
Seeing that no barm befell their father,
the 'brownies now returned, and soon
were clambering all over our wagon. I
explained to the man that we were out
on a deer hunt and asked him bow far
It was to the end of the road.
"I think it's- about four mllea, but
you'll find It purty rough. When you get
there, you can unhitch your horses an
lead 'em down a little trail to the right,
about a hundred yards, an' you'll find a
shed to put 'em In, an' a spring close by.
There's a good place down there to camp,
too, but I wouldn't advise you to sleep
In the shed, for it's alive with fleas."
"But we were told," said Sam, "that
there Is a deserted cabin there that we
might use."
Peterson scratched a match and applied
It to an old black pipe before replying,
and then said, with a peculiar smile:
Eclchardt's Cabin.
"Well, there Is a cabin there, sure
enough, but It's the one old Bill Eck
hardt was murdered In, an -I don't think
you'll want to sleep In It more than, once;
you can try it though, 1( you want' to.
You'd better put up here till mornln',
fer It will be dark before you- get there
tonight."
We thanked him. for the invitation, but
said that we would go on. for we did
not want to lose another day's time.
"Weil, good luck to you. boys. Xet me
know how you come out, as you go
back."
We promised to stop on our return and,
bidding him good-bye, drove on. Four
miles of mountain rood seemed! to us like
ten, and long before we had reached the
end of our journey, night had settled
down and the fflocm of the tall firs fell
over us like a pall. At last, the weary
horses came to a dead halt and Sam
jumped out and ran ahead to see what
the trouble was.
"We are at the cabin," he cried, and,
6ure enough, the horses' heads were right
UP against It. I fumbled about for the
lantern and lighted It, while Sam un
hitched the team, and we hod no diffi
culty In finding our way down to the
ohed, where we tied our horses; then we
returned to the wagon.
After- leaving Peterson's, Sam and I had
had some conversation on the subject of
ghosts, and he had declared that he
didn't believe there was such a thing;
that when a person was dead, be was
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dead, and that was the end of him. The
only way he would ever be convinced
that there were ghosts, was to see one
with his own eyes, and ho pooh-poohed
the Idea of any cabin being haunted.
However, when we had thrown our beu
ding1 out of the wagon, I noticed that he
began spreading It out under the shel
teilng boughts of a tree, and said noth
ing about sleeping In the cabin. I was
"erywell satisfied with this arrangement,
for tho thought of sleeping In a gloomy
cabin, fn which a man had been mur
dered, was distinctly unpleasant.
While Sam was spreading out the blank-
ets, I scrambled about in the dark for
some dead leaves and brush, and soon
the ruddy blaze of a camp-fire glowed
cheerfully around us. We munched a
Lblte of lunch; smoked our pipes until the
fire had burned down to a bed of coals,
and then turned In.
Worn out with the -day's journey, we
slept very soundly until about midnight,
when I was suddenly -aroused by the
crackling and breaking of twigs and
uiauuiica a4t atuuuu ud.
I jumped to my feet and peered about
in the gloom, but could discover no
signs of the Intruder. The woods at night
are always full of mysterious sounds,
and, being an old hand at camping out.
I paid no further attention to It, but lay
down again to sleep. Slumoer had de
serted me, however, and I tossed about.
In fitfull naps, broken by fantastic and
grusome dreams, In which the murdered
man figured largely.
Finally I dreamed that he stood before
me, wildly waving his arms about. Then
I saw a .man rush upon him and deal
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him a terrible blow on the head. He fell
like an ox. right across my body, where
he lay gurgling In death. For what !
seemed an ago I was unible to move
hand or foot, but at least I broke the
spell and awoke to find that Sam, tossing
about In his sleep, had thrown one arm
across my chest, and was snoring loudly
enough to supply "death gurgles" for a
dozen men. I gave him a punch In the
ribs, which quickly brought him to a
sitting posture, rubbing his eyes and
sleepily Inquiring:
"Wha smatter, wha smatter?"
"Time to get up," said I, "if we expect
to get a deer by sunrise. It was only 2
o'clock, but by the time we had made a
pot of coffee, rolled up our bedding and
A TARTAR
put everything away In the wagon again,
out of the way of prowling animals, and
then attended to our horses, which were
stamping restlessly In the old shed, the
first streaks of dawn began to appear.
Thereupon we shouldered our rifles and
j plunged Into the woods, the tall grass
and heavy underbrush covered with dew,
quickly wetting us to the skin.
,We had not gone a quarter of a mile
b'efore Sam swung his rifle to his shoul
der. There was a sharp report, and a
flno buck fell to the earth. He staggered
to his feet again; pawed at us defiantly,
and then tumbled over, to rise no more.
! We strung him up high from the ground
' on a strong limb, where he would be
safe until our return.
About 2 o'clock we came back to him.
It had been oppressively hot the whole
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day, and now a great miss of black
clouds was rising. It seemed from every
point of the horizon. We could hear the
deep rolling of thunder, which gradually
grew louded and louder as the storm
aproached. Not without feelings of re
pugnance, we determined to take shelter
in the cabin, at least, until the storm
passed over.
The door was not fastened, and we hur
riedly removed our bedding and provis
ions from the wagon and tumbled It all in
a heap on the floor of the cabin. We were
none too soon, for the rain soon began
to fall In drops as large as dollars, and
tho little stream that came down the
mountain side was quickly transformed
Into a rushing torrent. Once inside the
cabin we came to the conclusion that It
was not such a bad place after all, and
when we had a fire blazing In the fire-
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EMPRESS OF CHINA.
place, over which to cook our supper, we
agreed that we would not again move out
under the tree.
The cabin consisted of one large room,
bare of all furniture save a rough, board
table arid two or three rough planks,
nailed together to serve the purpose ot
a bedstead: one three-legged stool and a
cracker-box. Overhead there was no cell
ing, and the bare rafters were begrimed
with smoke. A few drops of rain came
down through one of the small holes In
the roof, evidently the work of some- In
dustrious woodpecker; otherwise, we were
dry and comfortable.
After supper we sat before the fire
smoking, until both 6f us, tired with our
day's tramp, partially dozed off to sleep.
Suddenly I roused up and looked be
hind me. I was certain that I heard ap
proaching footsteps. Sam jumped up
at the same time and looked about. Then
we both sat down again, neither saying
a word; the stillness of the falling night
reigned over the cabin.
"Let's go to bed, Sam," said I; 'Tn
tired."
"And so am I," he returned, and with
out another word we spread our blankets
on the old bedstead, upon which "we had
previously placed a goodly quantity of
clean straw from the shed, and then we
tumbled In and were soon fast asleep.
A Night Visitant.
Somewhere along toward the middle of
the night I wa3 aroused by an indescriba
ble feeling that some one was standing
over me, and, startled, I raised myself up
In bed, and sat staring about. As I did
so, I distinctly felt a cold wave pass over
my face, and saw a shadowy. Indistinct
something fade away In the gloom.
I rubbed my eyes and looked about me.
All was quiet and peaceful, and the moon
threw her soft light in through the door,
which we had left wide open. For some
time I sat there, nothing breaking the
stillness of the night except the deep
breathing and occasional snore of my
companion. At last, concluding that it
was but the strong impression of a fleet
ing dream, I fell back and went to sleep,
nor was I again disturbed that night.
The next morntng I said nothing about
my night's experience, and when we re
turned to the cabin that night the ex
citement of the day's hunt had driven
the occurrence from my mind and we
again went to bed, as on the preceding
evening. This night I was not disturbed,
but while we were eating breakfast next
morning, I noticed that Sam looked at
me rather queerly, when he asked how
I had slept.
We returned that day rather earlier
than usual. Everything about the cabin
was as we had left It, with the exception
that, when we sat down to our supper,
we discovered that the only spoon we had
brought with us was missing, the most
diligent search throughout the cabin hav
ing failed to bring it to light. I declared
that I had washed it and left It In tho
tin cup on the table, but Sam Insisted
that I must have thrown It In the Are,
and then good-naturedly whittled out a
wooden spoon to stir his coffee with.
We did not go to bed until about 11
o'clock that night, for some reason neith
er of us feeling very sleepy, and even
after we had turned in, we lay there for
some time, talking.
Gradually, however, wo dozed off to
sleep and must have sleot soundly for
two or three hours, although It seemed to
me that I had scarcely closed my eyes,
when I was again awakened by a cold
wave passing over my face, as on th
first night. I Jumped up In bed and tried
to make out what the shadowy thing was
that seemed floating away before my
eyes, until It disappeared In the dark;
Sam was also sitting up, rubbing hla
eyes.
For a few moments we sat, looking
blankly at each other; then Sam found
his voice. "What was that d d thing?
he demanded.
"I'll be blessed if I know," I replied.
"I saw It the first night we slept here,
but concluded that It was a dream, and
for fear of being laughed at, said noth
ing about it."
"Well, I saw It last night." confessed!
Sam, "and for the same reason kept still
about it."
For a long time we sat there, whisper
ing and waiting for the experience to b
repeated. Nothing happened, however,
and sleep now being out of the question,
we got up and made a Are and. between,
that time and daylight, put in our tima
cleaning our guns. A heavy mist was
falling, and we concluded not to hunt'
that day, but to stay In camp and take
care of the game we had killed. By 6
o'clock the mist lifted, and the sun cams
out bright and clear.
We sat down to a breakfast of venlsosSj
steaks and coffee and a steaming "dodg-'
er," baked in our "Dutch oven." Saxa
asked for his wooden spoon, which I had
left on a box by the Areplace, where I
had been stirring the coffee, and I was
just rising to hand it to him, when
thump! Something hit him on the head,
and then fell, with a splash, Into his cup
It was our missing silver spoon!
That was too much for us. After r
hastily swallowed breakfast and without
a word being spoken, we moved our traps
out under the tree, and there we remained?
until our hunt was over, during all that;
time leaving the cabin severely alone.
When we passed Peterson'3 place on our
return, the old man came out and hailed
ua. "What luck, bovs?" he asked.
We showed him the results of our
hunt, which, by the way, we were not
ashamed of, and after spinning a fer
yarns as to where this buck was killea
and where we started up that one, and set
on, we were about to whip up and drlvd
on, when, with a curious look, he askect
us If wo had slept In the cabin.
A Common Experience.
Sam glanced at me and I looked at "Ed
terson; then we all three began to laugh.
T thought you'd run up agin It," salfl
Peterson. "Everybody that's ever slept
there since the old man was murdered
has had the same experience something
Abating around the cabin at night, an'
nobody's ever stayed there long enougti
to And out what It Is. One young fellow",
who was a very sound sleeper told met
that he .never saw or heard anything
wrong at night, but he noticed that antf
little article, such as a ball of twine, or
spoon. Invariably disappeared when left
lying around the cabin. One day he left"
his watch on the table, while he stepped
outside for an armful of wood, and when,
he came back he found It on the floor,
near the doorway. Like all the rest, two
or three days was enough for him, and ho
cleared out.
"Old Billy Eckhardt was a harmless oWS
fellow, and It Is said that the deer used to
feed fearlessly about his cabin door, and
that he had all manner of pet animals
and birds, and lived there alone for many;
years. So it's no wonder If he still lin
gers around the old place."
When we had nearly reached our des
tination, Sam spoke and said: "Say, dd
you know I wish I was back at the
cabin again? I think I have solved ther
mystery of the ghost. I think it must
have been some of the old man's peta
that annoyed us a crow or magpie, per
haps, which might have stolen the spoon
and then dropped It down through ona
of those holes In the roof. As for that
midnight experience, why, that could)
have been an owl."
Notwithstanding this lucid explanation
I did not wish that I was back, nor did
I altogether believe In the bird theory.
Somehow or other. I rather liked to de
lude myself with the Idea that I was
real ghost we had met In the old cabin
HERBERT V. PERRY.
DEAD HOPE.
Dear hope Is dead;
Her hands ore fplded on her quiet breast.
I lean above and try to know 'tis best.
And pray that I may envy not her reatr-
Blnce she Is dead.
She was so tired t T
Our pathway led us over mountains steep.
Then deep within the vale, where shadotrii
creep
I cannot blame her that she toit asleep,
Tho I'm alone. ,
How fair she Is! r
Pansles, of long ago. are In her hair;
Tho marguerites she loved are near her there
She knows Just how they bloomed, and wheftj
and where.
Tho' she be dead.
I loved her so!
Where'er she walked thorns changad to beaata'
ous Sowers;
Tho glaring sun and heat to shady bowers.
And life flowed on. In happy, golden hours-
Now she Is gone.
&
Dear Hope, come back!
How I have pained tbeo with my doubts an9
fears!
I sea more plainly now alas! through tears
ForgUe, O Hope! and bless the coming years
As all tho past.
She hears me not.
All of my tears and prayers have been in valnf
The storm beats fiercely 'gainst the wlndot
pane. t
Good God! the sun will never shine again. j
For Hope Is dead.
Jcnnlo B. Shellaberger. 5
Lost His Jurisdiction.
A good Joke is told on a Shelby County
Justice of the Peace, whose residence and:
civil district adjoin the Mississippi State,
line. Like all others In the rural district
who have that honor, he had an abnormal
appreciation of the responsibility of th$
office, and never lost an opportunity to
exercise his prerogative of demand thaS
peace be preserved.
One day his son and a hired man got Ux,
fighting on a stretch of the farnrnear the?
fence which separated the two states.
The old gentleman mounted the fense,
and with an air of authority commanded:
"In the name of the State of Tennessee
I demand peace."
Just then the fence gave way, and as
he went down with the fence toppling to
the Mississippi side he yelled to his son:
"Give "em h 11, Billy! I've lost mg;
jurisdiction!" Memphis Scimitar.