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rudely engraved Confederate paper money, were deposited in Roger's Art Gallery.

"The soldiers seemed happy enough," said Frank, in one of these conversations, "and you would be amused to see their pets-such quantities of different animals. Near one officer's tent we saw a group of men playing with a frisky colt, while the old mare, tied to a stake, stood gravely watching its antics. Another officer was followed by a dog who used to go out with the pickets, and carried papers back and forth between the Feds. and rebs."

"Here's something a soldier gave me,” he added, taking a photograph card from his memorandum book. "That's Jack; h has been in all the battles since Yorktown, was captured and exchanged-for a Confederate dog, may be,—and now he runs on three legs.

"I think we must have seen hundreds of dogs, ranging from square-headed mastiffs to silken-haired spaniels. A soldier showed us one who had staid nearly a fortnight

by his master's grave, only leaving it at meal time, and returning regularly to the spot till he was brought away by the division. One chap carried a tame rooster on his shoulder-he said it belonged to the regiment; another had an owl. We saw a pigeon also carried by a teamster, a bird that flew over to the rebel camp or elsewhere by day, but always returned to his keeper at night-fall. There were numbers of squirrels too; among them one 'Little Ben,' who had marched over all the Virginia battle grounds, perched on his keeper's knapsack. They had kittens, too, and rabbits. I did wish we could have carried one in the box to Daniel, though he has a dog, a terrier named Dasher. Besides the amusement of their pets, the men seem to have jolly times among themselves, for we heard them singing and joking over their rations. Oh, father, wont you tell them of the captain that wanted his friend to 'thpit on it?' That will please Roger."

Mr. Warren laughed and demurred, but

being urged all the more cagerly, affirmed that "it needed Daniel's fluent speech to give the officer's lisp. The captain," he continued, "was rallying one of Daniel's friends a lieutenant was he?-on being nervous, and declared that 'no true soldier would ever hesitate before danger.'

"But the lieutenant asked, 'What would you do, thir, thuppothe a thell with an inch futhe were dropped into a walled angle, whither you had taken thelter from a number of tharp-thooterth, and you knew if you put your nothe near it you'd be blown in pietheth.'

"Oh,' replied the captain with a wink to the listeners, 'in such a case one must take it cool-you'd better spit on the fuse, I should say.'

"Next morning the lieutenant meeting his friends on the parade, remarked in a lazy tone, 'I am going to try an ecthperiment to-day, in order to thee how ecthremely cool a man can keep himthelf!' He then went to the captain's quarters, and placed

a powder canister in the midst of the blazing hearth-fire-retiring at the same instant by the only door of the room, and fastening it after him.

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"Charley,' called the captain, who, from his pillow perceived the situation immediately. 'Charley' trying the door violently, what in the name of what do you mean? Do you want to murder me ?' But Charley merely replied with utmost composure, Thpit on the canithter!'

"The next moment the captain was seen bounding from the window into the parade, holding a blanket at his neck, his hair standing stiff, his whole appearance strikingly like that of a wild Indian in a wardance. The spectacle was received with deafening applause by the waiting audience. Why didn't you thpit on it?' asked the lieutenant. Because I could retreat; there were no sharpshooters in front,' answered the valiant captain. Well, every one ath he feelth perthuaded in hith own mind,' replied his friend. All I have to

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thay ith, that you might thafely have thpit on the canithter, becauth there wathn't a grain of powder inthide of it.' The captain retreated again, and was never heard to rally his nervous friend thereafter."

Some weeks afterward, the father gave an account of two expeditions which had lately gone 'forward to Richmond,' without ever reaching it. "General Butler," he said, "attempted it this winter, early in February, by means of a forced march pursued with his customary energy; but an escaped rebel prisoner giving warning of his approach, caused the roads to be obstructed too heavily to admit of farther advance. And young Dahlgren, whose. death will be lamented throughout the loyal States, has just been killed while on a raid with Kilpatrick toward the Confederate capital. Like Ellsworth and Winthrop, he was a knightly young spirit, who rejoiced in nothing so much as in the union of duty with peril. In former raids he had shown extraordinary daring; on this

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