Untitled

NSTON, RlriUUOWO.
STORY
Y dear
1 why
old home.
I
OF
A
REFUGEE.
children, you
am
here
so
wish to know
far from my dear
I will tell you.
All ot you have heard Pa and Ma talk
of
Milroy,..the
Yankee General.
He
is
STORIES
2
a
very bad
had
all the
horses,
He took away
pigs,
well
as
and chickens' of
people.
rich
as
He
brute to women, old men, like me;
was a
and did not
and
cows,
WAE.
where I lived
one
word for him.
people
poor
No
man.
good
a
THE
OF
care
what became of little
boys
If he did not like their fathers,
girls.
he would seize
them,
and burn their houses
Milroy
Kuin and this
and fences.
were
great friends.
Well,
I lived in the
Valley
place
My
home
fine,
clear stream of water.
Pretty
in
green
spot
tle
a
fish
sweet
swam
in
Virginia.
not far from
the
a
clear, silver
bright days Mary and Willie
On
stream.
got
was a
of
kept in a
to a shady
safe little boat which I
nook,
where
perch
and I took them
they caught
was
Then there
caught
were
fish.
Many
a
lit
and fried for dinner.
beehives where the
busy
STORIES
bees made much sweet
orchard with
honey
; and
a
fine
apples, pears, peaches, plums
There
and cherries.
milk, and
3
WAR.
THE
OF
horses
were
and
ride,
to
geese, chickens and
to
cows
turkeys.
give
pigs
It
and
was
a
sweet home where Uncle William and Ma
ry and Willie lived.
Milroy
with
a
with
gun,
of bad men, each
long line
a
to my house and took
came
my cow, and in fact all he could
my
horse,
lay
his hands
to take all I
I told him it
on.
had,
that it did him
was
wrong
and that God would
One of his
good.
no-
see
men
struck me, and then set fire to my house.
Mary
and Willis
and when
and cried
they
as
saw
family
night,
nor a
born in that
the fire
they
house,
ran
out
if their hearts would break.
So the house
little
were
had
was
no
soon
good
morsel to
burnt, and
bed to lie
eat.
my
on
But after
at
&
4
STORIES
while
good
a
yet it did
friend took
not seem
Now my
THE
OF
talk
us
to
his
house,
like the old home.
children,
Ma and Pi
WAR.
you have heard your
of Stonewall Jackson
brave, good and great man.
When he went to fight the Yankees,
He
was a
that he
always prayed
ish the bad
it
us
was
bad
men
who burnt my house and
out into the
men.
was
still
rising
hard
was
brave, good
from the black
Valley,
and Jackson after him,
Every thing
looked
drear
friend did his best
py, but I could
not
ruins.
he could out of the
Milroy
as
The
burnt.
ran as
My good
enough
his
along and fought Milroy and
Our friend Jackson met Milroy
just where my house
smoke
Sure
woods.
so, for Jackson with his
men came
help
have
1 knew that God would pun
from God.
drove
might
he
sleep
to
and
make
for I
saw
lonely.
us
hap
but the
STORIES
e
•
and
While I
friend,
roy, I
a
was
at the house
and
had
Fremont,
Ma-
sleep.
of this
good
fight with
Mil
to see,
lay
on
and
Banks,
run
The great "Stone
whipped them,
and wounded
ghastly
to
the bad Yankees under General
away from Jackson.
wall,"
5
WAR.
wept themselves
little while after the
saw
Shields
THE
and the bad Yankees.
ruins,
and Willie
OF
and their dead
the field of battle
6
TIB
Of
STORIES
This Yankee Banks
chester,
was
"
a
boy,
Stonewall"
Banks
came
run across
shouted for
away to Win
when he
William,
school.
went to
Our
When
Potomacyiver.
all the
Winchester,
and the
him,
rushed into the street and gave
good
our
all sorts of sweet and
good things
and
boys
cried,
Jackson!"
friend,
they
for
of
men
joy
like
heard the cry in every
town, "Huzza,
for
to eat.
girls clapped
Huzza,
Tears
down the cheeks of old
when
"
ladies
soldiers
Even the little
their hands and
good
to that town and made
the
"Stonewall" got to
men
ran
where Uncle
WAR.
our
stole
myself,
part
of
glorious Stonewall!"
Even the little negro
Pink and
boys, Tom, Jerry,
Eeub, joined in the cry against
the hated Yankees.
And
here,
now, my little
friends, stop just
for Uncle William wants
to shout
OF
STORIES
too.
THH
7
WAR.
Raise your little hands and
swing
them around your head every time I
and cry,
more,
That
"
was
"Huzza,
for 'Stonewall!'"
Huzza !"
one
you where the
place
Valley
before
burn and rob.
their bad
a
get,Pa
is.
the
for
Ma to tell
was
they
a
dear,
came
to
them for
punish
have made many
orphan.
Here 1 am, my dear
but the
It
or
Yankees
God will
deeds,
widow and
home,
Huzza !"
well done.
Take your map and
sweet
"
more,
do,
One
war
children,
will end
without
some
day,
a
and
8
STORIES
then I will
try
raise
horses,
you
more
ever come
in and
see
to
OF
THK
build
cows
that way
WAR.
a new
house,
and chickens.
on
Uncle William.
and
If
Christmas, step
0 you wish to listen to' another little
©
story?
they
as
say
Uncle
I
"
marching
see
plain
William,
Well,
tall
his
But
''
high
paths
"
Foot
words
men
at
was
a
me :
the habit of
rapid
rate
Blue
the.
over
Ridge.
very hard time to climb
rocks and
that lead
through
little
the Blue
over
nar
Ridge
Stonewall's" men, who were_ called
Cavalry"
because
they
hills and the
In this way
huge
they
fleet
were so
in their movements, moved fast
big
up, and
tell
can
in
very
called
a
light
another story.
us
Stonewall"
mountains
up the
your eyes_
as
tell
Even goats have
row
GUIDE.
MOUNTAIN
THE
over
the
roeks.
often
pounced
upon
10
the Yankees when
wall"
was
He found
WAR.
"
they thought
night
when there
stars "Stonewall" wanted
a
neither
were
a
who had been born
on
the
the Yrankees had
and
thought
was
very much
Yankees.
scared,
They
had
stole his milk and
tato
patch,
as a
for
once
drum,
He
come.
hated the
he
been in his cab
bread, robbed his po
and carried off his young
mas
prisoner.
So Uncle Ned seized
and looked
the
Ned,
spot.
Uncle Ned heard the fife and the
ter
guide.
cabin at the foot of the foun
In this cabin lived old uncle
tain.
in,
Stone
far off.
One dark
moon nor
THE
OF
STORIES
a
tallow
out oi his window
time, while
candle,
trembling
all
large
as
his eyes grew
as
Mexican dollars.
In
a
few moments,
asked Uncle Ned
to
a
soldier rode up and
shew him
a
path
over
H$*"^
ft,
^
-=■-
'
if-^
w
*-^5-
nif ^esS
-*■
,
12
STORIES
Confed.
a
federate
or a
grey coat, and
'tend
at
to
Yank ?" "I
with stars
his collar.
Ne
;,
I will
But stop, who is
right 'way.
head of all dese
de
Is
men.
it old
"Stonewall." "Yes," said the officer, "I
"Stonewall."
!
!" cried uncle
am
Ned,
I goes wid you all ober de Blue
and he swung his old
"hurray !
Eidge
-'Hurray
Is
Con
am a
on
marster," said uncle
you
"
:
the soldier in the
officer," replied
"WTell den
WAR.
Uncle Ned cried out
the mountain.
you
THE
OF
hurray!"
hat in the air.
So the faithful negro shut the
locked the 'door of his cabin and
seen
guiding
the army
through
window,
was soon
the
moun
tain pass.
Uncle
Ned, was
a
good guide.
every foot of the tall
he had gone
the
over
He knew
lonely mountain,
for
it hundreds of times into
valley beyond.
Jackson got
over
safe,
STORIES
OF
THE
13
WAR.
and rushed upon the Yankee camp.
Yankees
good time of
it
breakfast
their
at
in great terror each
After
a
and
The
having
a
All at
messes.
heard the crack of our guns, and
they
once
at
were
short
fell into ranks.
man
the Yankees
fight,
ran
away.
"What became of uncle Ned ?" you ask.
He had got
ing
gun and
a
gone too close to the
taken
prisoner,
'•Stonewall's"
them.
men
made
fight,
a
Winchester,
into town
in
on
themselves.
a
Yan
routed
and
Uncle Ned got away,
his
army
who do you think rode
v
great glee?
A crowd of soldiers
gathered
party of
dash into
Winchester,
fight
a
and when "Stonewall" marched
into
was
and forced away with ihem.
near
In this
he
Yankees,
Some time after this
kee camp
but hav
fought too,
the street,
and
people
laughing
Riding along
was
were
fit to kill
Uncle Ned
14
on
OF
STORIES
a
him.
THTt
pony with
little
He had
woods and
captured
a
WAR.
Yankee behind
the Yankee in the
bringing him
was
to
"old
The Yankee did not like to
Stonewall."
ride behind Uncle
Ned,
and
e-ame
near
the, pony
falling off when his captor struck
'•
Hold on, Yank !"
a- lick with his whip.
said Uncle
Ned,
"
hold on, for if you don't
I'll blow your head off with dis here pistol.
dat took my milk and
You is de
chap
potatoes,
and
now
I'se
goiu'
to carry
you
And
to de prison where all de rogues lib."
amusement of the
so he did to the
great
soldiers and
Let
son
me
came
Christian
mind.
people.
dears, how Jack
called
Stonewall." His
tell you, my
to be
"
Thomas, bear that in
heard often, no doubt,
name was
You have
of the great battle of Manassas.
when the
fight got
to be very
Well,
hard, Gen-
"
eral Bee said to his men,
son, he stands
Sure
an
as
fast
but after
inch,
to their heels and
as
a
wall!"
wall of
make
legs
were
they. got
to the
fainted.
So the bad
so
while took
a
off to
ran
their
Some of them
a
stone
&
Jack
at
for the Yankees could not
budge
City
as
Look
he did stand like
enough
stone,
him
firm
as
15
WAR.
THE
OF
STORIES
Washington
could carry theta.
scared that when
City they
men
fell down and
who
came
over
broad stream and walked many miles to
fight
our
friends,
gons, guns and
great
was
after that
their
left their horses, wag
knapsacks,
hurry
to
great fight, all
Jackson, ''Stonewall"
good
the
road,
so
Ever
get
away.
our
friends called
Jackson,
as
the
all
over
General Bee had said.
Every
the
on
land,
one
had
in the
no
Valley, and
fears when
for
got after the Yankees,
"
Stonewall"
they
knew he
16
OF
STORIES
would whip them.
all the time.
the
people
"
THE
WAR.
And he did
whip
them
Stonewall" died and all
mourned for him.
COHMODOKE
FOOTE
AND
GOIMEL
1>
1£$
SMALL.
1TTLE CHILDREN
tell you
a
:— I am
going
little story about little
and little things,
to
men
this
Many who will read
little story hava
no
YOUNG.
THE
FOR.
STORIES
18
doubt heard of General
Tom Thumb.
Before the
Tom Thumb
was
name
was
because he
large,
a
My
son
Not
1
put
man
that
right
not
was so
small.
His mother
stout woman, and she could
that she used to
"
go
world,
name was
of her hands when
one
twenty years old ; and
was
am
mother gave him that
hold little Tom in
he
into the
came
His
his
out
that I
men
the smallest
was
seen.
ever
Thumb,
little
you about
to tell
ing
two
sing
he is
is said
—
a
little
bigger than
him in
it
a new
man
my thumb ;
tin cup
And there I bid him drum."
I
saw
this wonderful little fellow many
years ago.
He
was
then
country, showing himself,
going around
in
the
company with
STORIES
the tallest
the
man
in the world—Mr.
Kentucky giant;
ftnny couple truly.
only reached
yet
they
and
they
giant's knee,
both grown
giant,
little Tom Thumb
is
married to
woman
little
a
and
and very
men
little difference in their
ages
Mr. Porter, the
ia
a
Porter,
were
Little Tom's head
up to the
were
19
FORflTHE YOUNG.
now
but
dead,
and he is
yet living,
about his
own
size and age.
But I
must return to the heroes of my
story— Commodore Foote and Colonei
15MAI.L.
Last winter I
Yankees
m
these two
ever
New
most
a
prisoner
Orleans,
with thi
and there I
wonderful little
men
sav
tha
lived.
When I first
ing
was
saw
them, they
were
about the streets of that great
their sweet little carriage,
not
drn
city
1
much large
20
STORIES
than
cradle, which
a
pretty
was
YOUNG.
drawn
driver,
than
a
little
themselves, sitting
with reins and
aHs box,
the little
whip
and the little
carriage, (looking
shaking
ren
driver,
much
the drivin hand ;
goat-horses,
men
out at the
inside
window,
hands with the hundreds of child
and ladies and
and surrounded
world
on
two
horses,
not
man
aad the little carriage, the little
the
by
Cashmere goats, instead of
with their
Bigger
FOR..THE
just
as
gentlemen
them,)
you
see
who followed
looked for all the
them in the
picture
around the
Driving
tracted the attention of
21
YOUNG.
THR
FOR
STORIES
city .in
this way at
who
everybody
saw
its
still
more
curious inmates ; and the result
was
that
the curious little carriage and
children in
all the
grown
the
people,
the show and
As I
see
a
was
kees did
were
not
the wonderful little
crippled soldier,
keep
Well,
Museum
to
see
The Museum
fully
Small,
of capers,
so
was
crowded with
were
I
I went to the
these wonderful little
was
I
city anywhere
night
little
men.
people,
children,
Commodore Foote and Colonel
who looked like
appeared
in
that
men.
the Yan
in prison ;
me
one-half of whom
and when
crazy to go to
nearly
allowed to go about the
wished.
city,
and many
on
dressed-up dolls,
the stage and cut up all sorts
making speeches
Congress, drilling
and
like
great
fighting
men
like sol-
22
STORIES
diers in the
FOR
THE
field, singing
YOUNG.
the
Then
little
a
girl
with them to
help
little
After
to
plays.
and
asked her
stood up
in the
was a
of their
some
in
everybody
they
the stage
on
waiting
to
minute,
a
was
the
by
just
as
you
Museum
see
Then
up
first page of
Colonel
in
men
around the little
put
girl's
girl
they
stery.)
Small got
it. and
they
them
The little
head and shoulders taller than
(See
a
induced
hold out her arms, and
her side
following picture.
were.
stood
that
feople
come
them in
women
like fun when the two little
laughed
all
ha! ha! ha!
about six years old
girl
go ;
to
and
men
hearty
a
told the
they
wanted
little
and
laughter,
in with many
joined
circus,
present nearly burst their
children
sides with
dancing
songs,
and acting like clowns in the
a
his
chair and
little
neck and
arms
hugged
FOR
STORIES
and kissed
off
m
a
pet, making believe that he
The little
to
girl
the
was
them,
making
with the
delighted
of the
gallant Colonel,
people present fairly
roared
And if you had been there
laughter.
see
was
was
lady.
attentions
loving
and all
with
and the Commodore walked
the little
to
23
YOUNG.
because the Colonel
jealous
love
her,
THE
you would
laugh
even
now
to
think of it.
Just to think of that
who
was
loons,
long
red vest,
a
a
a
funny
pair of
cocked
possibly
hat,
imagine,
before the little
Colonel,
yellow panta
blue coat with
much like the great
can
little
tops and spurs,
red
boots with
tons, and
as
dressed in
and
bright
looking just
Napoleon
down
a
but
on
maiden, telling
as
you
his knees
her how his
little heart would burst wide open if she
did
not return his
love, and tellmg her what
24
a
FOR
STORIES
YOUNG.
THE
great warrior he was, and what
lady she
laugh
fini
would be If she would marry him
the very
why,
a
while
even
of it
thoughts
I
makes
me
you the
telling
am
:
story.
But the little
answer
;
and then he
got his little
on
the
girl
made the Colonel
girl
carriage,
Then he
was.
begged
with him.
jumped
larger
gether,
not
to
she
was
carriage,
the
dogs.
of the
girl by
in
the
and take
but six years
men
hand,
a
goat-horses,
together,
the
ride
—
no
by
she
both to
was
for the
driver,
wore
drawn
old,
carriage
to hold her alone
baby's carriage
car
girl only laughed >
than the two little
the little men, all
a
out
and she knew that the
big enough
than
get
But the little
for, though
was
her
where the little
m
nage and took the little
and
stage, and
with the htile driver
and rode
box,
off the
ran
no
and
larger
two
big
STORIES
So the little
FOR
THE
25
YOUAU.
fit to kill her
girl laughed
self,
and
ing
for her at the foot of the stage, and
jumped
his
into
hurried into his
cracked his
her father who
to
ran
arms;
carriage,
and
whip
was
wait
and the Colont]
when the driver
they
drove off at
a
gallop.
In
came
a
few moments more, the little
back
on
the
stage,
men
and the Commo
dore told the Colonel that be had offended
him
by making
and
that
they
have her
Well,
each
ing
put
maiden,
who
should
this
on
being agreed
padded
hard
as
they
with
one
so
gloves
that
they
other, though they hit
they could, right
and knocked
called box
The
went.
cotton,
they
upon,
great big mittens,
and at it
could not hurt each
as
decide
by fighting.
gloves,
were
love to the little
must
in
the
face,
another down almost at
26
the matter
fight
took
As
blow.
every
sword
a
battle,
and
decide
could not
they
this way,
in
regular duel,
a
YOUNG.
THE
FOR
STORIES
they agreed
and
so
each
they
they fought
a
to
mimic
in which the Commodore made be
lieve that he
dragged
his
was
body
and the Colonel
killed,
the stage
from
—
when
the curtain fell.
They played
and
plays,
but I must
and
other
by,
many other
funny
tricks
and said many queer thinet- j
stop here,
time to devote
by
'
as
to them
I have
just
no more
now.
But,
after I have told you many
pretty stories, 1 may have something
more to
say about ( 'ouimodore Foote and
Colonel Small.
THE
w
HEN 1
made
was
me a
the first time 1
ly
LOST
a
little
KITE.
boy
very beautiful
went out to
fly it,
my Uncle
kite,
and
1 foolish
let go the string, and it fiew away, fell
in the river and
was
lost.
When I went
28
to
FOR
STORIES
my
Uncle and told
my
eyes, what
had
become
had
which follows
:
My kite,
kite,
0,
my
when I
saw
kite,
steady flight
gained
naughty string,
her
lofty height,
letting
would
go
bring
so
low
My pretty, buoyant, darling kite,
To pass for
A
purple
ever
cloud
With silver
And then I
out of
came
sight
And
its
see
!
sailing by,
fringes,
o'er the
thought
it seemed
I'd let my kite go up and
Upon
edge,
how
so
sat
piece of poetry
pretty
How could I know that
That
and what
my Uncle
I've lost my kite!
the
With which she
with tears in
him,
happened
of my
down and wrote the
YOUNG.
THE
soft and
noble, high
She'd look while riding
sky,
so
nigh
light
bright,
and
on a
proud
cloud.
STORIES
As
I
near
its
clapped
my
hands,
Eight
She
A
I
away, in
the line
veered,
airy p^y,
lay
—
fluttered, swung, and gave
then vanished with the
never more
wave.
shall want to look
treacherous
or
Nor wish to feel the
breeze
dearest joy, to thus
My pastime
29
slipped through
and she flew
On that false cloud
My
YOUNG.
where the waters
over
plunge,
THE
marks she drew
shining
My silly fingers,
Away,
FOR.
while
a
brook,
that took
destroy
happy boy.
THE BRAVE EDITOR.
p} UT
sL/
very
have
few of my
ever seen a
really frightful
to
see
young
readers
great battle.
the dead and
It
is
dying
STORIES
FOR
THE
31
YOONG.
strewn thick upon the
ground ;
and when
the
shrieking
shells pass
balls and
whistling
the air with the
through
wonder that the
no
stands
on
end,
to beat with
At the
the
of
a
battle-field of
of this
he
as
Chancellorsville,
of the
and his hair stands up
You
fight.
that it has caused his
thatall
He
was
was
writing
Yankee
a
de
his pen in
so
straight
about the battle
all
around,
when
battery began firing
best from which to get
straggle.
the
which he
upon the very spot he had chosen
terrible
on
hat to fall fiom his
raging fiercely
al once a
see
is
Confed
writing
his
head.
ceases
story
a
appeared
scription
hand,
the hair
almost
brave Editor of
the purpose of
for
lightning,
startled,
and the heart
newspaper,
visited
of
mortal terror.
commencement
picture
erate
speed
ear is
The
a
good view
cannon
as
the
of the
balls and
32
FOR
STORIES
bomb shells
are
and,
see
as
you
though
in
to stand
falling
the
by
he
But
terrified.
a
perilous
his
ground.
He did stand his
moments
by
the
a
THE
is
YOUNC.
thick around
he is
picture,
a
him,
really
brave man, and
situation is determined
ground
!
and in
few
a
corps of Confederate troops, led
gallant Jackson, charged
my's battery,
took their
cannon
the
from
ene
them,
and drove them in confusion from the field.
So the brave. Editor
The
telling
you
is
escaped unharmed.
about whom
Editor
a
religious
and lis says that
I have boon
and
nothing
pious
but the
hand of God could have turned the
man
unseen
deadly
balls and shells aside and saved him from
harm.
Thus,
God
love and fear him.
is
good
to
tho;e who
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