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[Copyright, 1S94, by American Presa Associa? tion.] CHAPTER UL * : Among the thousands of refugees who, in the early months of 1861, crowded into Kentucky from the mountains of Tennessee and North Carolina there was - not one who attracted more attention ; and cared less for it than Captain Hugh Beatty. The loss of his sons and the fortitude with which he bore his trials were well calculated to stir the sympa? thy of all who met him, but this soon gave place to an intense admiration for the^old man's devotion to the cause of the Union and his readiness to give up all that remained to him for the success of its arms. At the beginning of the war our re? cruiting officers were very particular as to the physical qualifications of the vol? unteers, and all men under 18 and over 45 were regarded as disqualified for mili? tary duty. It took us two years to learn that boys of 16 and men of 60 or more might make good soldiers. Although "a risin of 73," and with grandsons strong enough to fight, there was not at Camp-Dick Robinson in Jan nary, 1862, a better rifleman than old Hugh Beatty nor a man in the ranks who was capable of rendering : bet? ter service to the cause that was so dear to his heart Great, then, was his dis? appointment when he was told that he could not be enlisted. At the old man's request I introduced him to General Thomas, and I recall as if I had heard it yesterday, the pur? port of the conversation between these re? markable men, each of whom represent? ed the best types cf the trained southern soldier and the untrained southern mountaineer. At this time General i. Thomas was about 40, tall, powerfully built, and with a face that showed the kindliest heart and the most masterful intellect. He understood the volunteer soldier as no other officer of prominence did at that time, and so he had no bar? rier of bayonets to fence him in from the men. He heard their stories without the intervention of red tape, and he made himself accessible to all without permitting familiarity from any. The soldiers of the Army of the Cumberland were looking around for an idol, as sol? diers will, and they began by giving this calm, kindly man their confidence, a confidence which gradually deepened into the love of sons fora father, and so it came about that he whose home was childless found an army of boys who, with, mingled love and reverence, called lum "Pop," Old Hugh Beatty had no idea of the social distinctions that divide men into classes. He would have been uncon? strained in the presence of a king, or if he gave their differences a thought it would be tb feel pity for the prince who could not be his own master, and who was so unfortunate as to have been born outside the Cumberland range There was a dignity about the old mountaineer that commanded respect, nor was there any boorish familiarity in h\s treatment of others. He shook hands with General Thomas, and sitting down facing that officer he began in his intensely earnest way: "Gineral Thomas, I'm in a d-d bad scrape, and I've come to see ef so be you can't help me out. " "I shall be glad to aid you, if in my power, " said the general. "Waal, hit is in yer power. " "Please tell me in what way," and the general smiled. "I come from Batty's crick. 'Tain't called after me. My dad was the man, and he was kilt way back when the Cherokees was in the hills to the south. We uns down our way is pur ty much all Union, and when we seed that tho rebs was 'bleged to conscript us, me and my boys and a lot of neighbors lit out and agreed to foller the no'th star till we uns found the flag and men ready to fight fo' hit" "That was a noble resolution," said the general. "We uns had a h-lof atimegittin har. Hit was nigh most four weeks of starvin and marchin and fightin. Three of my five boys and two of my grand? sons was kilt, yet we uns didn't never give up, and I'll tell yon fo' why, gin? eral. Yon see, I was in command. The boys knowed I'd been a sojer 'wayback with Ole Hick'ry, and they knowed ef any man in &e mountains could fetch 'em through-why, he was a man of just my age and heft " "And from what I have learned," said the general, "you did your duty like a man." "Yes, gineral, like a full growed man!" "Certainly." "And not like a d-d ole fool, or a babby. ea hez tobe, fed on stuff that don't need n? chawin. " "Of course, " acquiesced the genere "Look me over, Gineral Thoms Look me np one side and down t other, good and hard. " The old man leaped from his chai He was straight as an Indian, considc ably over 6 feet in height, there was ] ? fat on him, and every muscle, as 3 braced himself for inspection, stood a j like wrought steel. General Thomas obeyed the old mai and his fine eyes lit up with admirati( as he said: "You have been a powerful man j your time, Mr. Beatty. " "In my time?" repeated the old ma "Yes, when you were younger, laughed the general. "Gineral Thomas, by G-, I nev was a braggin nor a bettin man, and y( don't look like ez ef you was any si< yo'self, though I'll allow you'd be d-d hard man to tackle without ou side help, but if so be I can't take ar two sojers a-wearin blue in this h'j camp and down 'em as fast ez they cs git up, and without a-shuckin my coa or you can go out thar and whistle r. two officers, and you needn't be 'tickh to get small sizes, and if I can't pi 'em both to wanst on my knee ac lather 'em like h-" "But, my dear sir," interrupted tl astonished general, "I am quite willie to take all this for granted. Now, te me what I can do for you. " "You are not willin to take all th fo' granted, " said the old man, his ey? flashing and his voice trembling wit excitement "I come up h'ar-a-refi geein, with sich of my kin and neigl j hors as is left I led 'em to the ole flag and thar was tears in my eyes whin f seed her a-flutterin ag'in the sky, like I angers wing, but they wasn't the teai ? of a child or of a weak ole man. Whe II left the mountains and looked to Go I and the no'th star to guide me, I wasn' ! out s'archin for a nuss and a hospita ! cot Gineral, I come h'ar to fight fo' th I flag and to lay down my life, if she' j needed, fo' the Union. Ain't that fa' ; and squar', and man toman? Can't yoi j understandJiit?" "I certainly can, my friend, and ther i is no man who appreciates more full; I what tite noble mountain men lik yourself are doing. " f*That,8 right, ginerail" cried ol< Hugh, and in his delight he reached ou I and seized the officer's hand. * 'Now yoi know what I'm hean fo'?" *4 Yes; to fight for the Union. " "Yes, to 'fight fo' the Union ever] day in the week and twice on Sundays ef need be. To^fight fo' the Union fron July to eternity, ef so be hit takes tha time to git the flag back to whar sh* hez a right to float fo'evah and fo'evah Amen!" * 'But no one opposes your doing this, ' urged the general. "But thar does some one oppose though!" "Who?" "A d-d little cuss ez I could hid( in my pocket They calls him a muster in officer. I'md-d sorry I didn't piel him up and spank him good whin he told nie I Was too ole to fight, and sc refused to give me the oath. But T took hit all the same, and I reckon he won'1 have more oaths in a yeah than I ?rec into him in five minutes. And then, ei hit hadn't a-been for Colonel Speed Fry -he's a white mau, he is-they'd had a guard to drive me out of this camp! That's why Tve come, gineral, and lei me say thar ain't so many good men a-hankerin fo' a fight that you uns can afford to kick 'em ont like a dog whin they does show up." "Come with me, Hugh Beatty, and I will be your military godfather, " said General Thomas, and he shook the old mountaineer's hand and led him to the quarters of the mustering officer, and that night I met the captain disguised in an army overcoat, and he was as proud of his muster in as a West Point cadet is when he gets his first commis? sion. Through Andrew Johnson, who soon after this became military governor of Tennessee, Hugh Beatty was commis? sioned a captain, but his knowledge of the mountains was so great that, iustead of being assigned to a regular command, he was detailed to act as guide and scout with the brigade which, under Colonel Garfield, began a spring cam? paign in 1862 against the Confederates, who, under Humphrey Marshall, occu? pied the mountains along the head wa? ters of the Big Sandy and extending down to Cumberland Gap. When the Union forces under our General Morgan seized and fortified the gap in the early summer, Captain Beat? ty applied for and received a month's leave of absence. At this point he was only about 35 miles from his old home, and although that territory was sup? posed to be inside the enemy's lines the desire to see his wife and "to Tarn how things had gone with the wimmin folk and the chillen ovan on Batty's crick" was too strong to be resisted. The old scout knew that if he com? municated his purpose to any of his friends in General Morgan's army he would be restrained. He still had with him the ragged butternut clothes in which he came through with his kins? men to our lines, and arraying himself in these, and with an army rifle, he started from the gap and eluded our pickets and those of the enemy, then in ; some force over in Powell's valley. It required no ordinary daring for this enterprise. The enemy's scouts and bands of guerrillas, organized to plun? der and murder the few remaining Union men, were then ruthlessly raid? ing the Cumberland plateau. The con? duct of Captain Beatty and his friends 1 in fighting their way out of the state had already made them well known and hateful to their opponents in that re? gion. Had. the qld_ soldier gone in in ' ! ?nifona and backed by comrades it is doubtful if any of the enemy in the mountains then under the lead of his infamous namesake, Tinker Dave Beat? ty, would have taken him prisoner, or, if they did so, it would only be to hang him after they had submitted him to insult But going within the lines in citizen's dress meant that he was a spy and would be treated as such if he fell into the hands of even those regular Confederate organizations who acknowl? edged what is called "civilized war? fare." In this Captain Beatty may have been rash, but he was not blind to the dan? ger of his position. "I felt right smart safer, " he said when telling of the ad ? venture, "than ef I'd had a crowd along. I could always keerf o' one man better'n two, more particklar whin that one man's myself. "Even befo* the wah, " he explained, j "the mountains was never crowded with people, but I could always tell whar a light and a welcome could bo found on the darkest night " But now even the sparse settlements were abandoned and many of the little log houses, clinging like odd eyries to the mountain side, were deserted. The rutted trails told of more fre? quent travel, bat except in odd places no corn had been planted, and the pota? to fields of past days were breast high j with weeds. An awful dread for the fate of his loved ones-he gave no thought to him? self-filled the old man's heart as he neared Beatty's creek. He traveled at night hiding himself by day among the higher rocky peaks, from which his coming frightened the wolf. He saw in the distance men dressed in butternut but he did not dare to make himself known, fearing that they might be friendly to the south. About 3 o'clock the third morning after leaving the army at Cumberland Gap the old man reached the site of the ! stillhouse on the creek, about a half mile below the settlement The build? ing was gone. He struck a light and looked about him Charred timbers were all he saw. He grasped his rifle, set hard his teeth and started up the creek. The barking of a dog in the distance gave him a little comfort, for it told there were people left in the old home The half moon came over the moun? tains, revealing the line of log cabins above the bed of the creek, but tho store and the mill were gone They, too, had been given to the torch. With his heart leaping till it swayed * him, the old man turned to his own house He heard the whining of a dog. Then, with a bark of joy, the animal leaped up and began to lick his hands, and this assured him that his worst ! fears were groundless. He hurried on, and he heard the voice of a woman coming from the darkness, where heretofore a light had over guided ! his night approach. "Hugh! My ole man, I-I knowed yer step!" Weaker than himself, but as brave, she came out in her thin calico dress, and her thin arms were about his neck, j and the gray strands of her hair fell on his face with her kisses and her tears. "They're been raisin h-1 h'ar sence you uns left, " was what she said when she could get her feelings under control. He did not need to be told who "they" were He had seen war. He knew what to expect as to the destruction or appro? priation of property by the enemy, but he could not have anticipated the worst The old woman led him into the hotise, but she refused to make a light fearing that it would attract the atten? tion of "Tinker Dave's men, " who were then swarming in the mountains. She gave him some cornbread to eat, explaining that the enemy had plun? dered the store and left them only a lit? tle meal. And as he munched the hard bread hythe fireless hearth the old wife, with no emotion in her voice, for she had her feelings under control again, told him the worst Diphtheria, though that was not the name she gave it, appeared on the creek early in the spring, and nearly all the He struck a light and looked about him. children and many of the mothers had died for the want of proper treatment Some of the daughters-in-law had gone back to their folks, but of the 12 houses that 10 months before had been full to overflowing with women and children nine were empty. In the midst of this plague the enemy appeared to complete the work of de? struction and to carry off and spread the disease. The remaining women had buried the dead as best they could up on the hillside, and they tried to plant a little corn, but it was hard work with all the mules and the oxen ta.ven away. And when she had told him all this and tried to still his groaning by laying her hand on his shoulder and whisper? ings hini not to "take on so powahful ' tao?'she went ont to summon Andy' widow and the others that were left It needs no lurid coloring to intensif this picture. It is better represented b; the more than silhouette blackness ii which that old man and his wife an? the little group of women and childrei found themselves. The captain told o the death of his boys, and, except for ? suppressed sob or the exclamation of tb word "GodI" forced through the closed set teeth, there was nothing in the man ner of the group buried there in th< darkness to tell of the fresh thrusts t< hearts already wounded unto death. And then they told him of their trials, not by way of exciting sympathy or con trasting suffering, but because theil hearts were full and till death must re main full of the one subject. There was no chiding, no complaint, no wishing that one course rather thar another had been taken, nor were the3 sustained at this time by the sublime faith which glorifies martyrdom and renders torture a delight to the religious devotee. Each had acted as he or she thought for the best. The result had net been as they could have wished, and so, like fatalists, they accepted the present without complaint, but it was not ir the nature of the race to yield without resisting. They would keep right on, doing tho best they could and fearlessly awaiting the end, be that what it -might Not the least sad feature of the old patriot's visit to his mountain home was the fact that, instead of being able to assist those who so sorely needed it, his presence added to their already seri? ous burdens and helped to decrease the little stock of meal they had on hand He could not stay in his own house, but had to hide up the mountain, where the old woman and the others visited him at night. He brought with him a lot of Confederate money, which was very .abundant in our army at that time, and this the captain gave his wife, hop? ing she might find it of some use, as greenbacks had no value in that part of Tennessee at that time. As it would be cruel to remain where he could not help and where the danger to himself added to the anxiety of his wife and thc others, the old captain de? termined to make his way back to Cum? berland Gap before one-half of his 30 days' leave of absence had expired. Heavy of heart though Captain Beatty was, he did not permit his own troubles to blind him to the duty he owed that cause that grew dearer to him in propor? tion to his sufferings for it At this time, August, 1862, Kirby Smith, with a corps, was moving up through east Tennessee for the purpose of co-operating with Bragg, then prepar? ing for his great foraging raid into tho blue grass region of Kentucky. One purpose of Smith's campaign was to surprise the Federal garrison at Cum? berland Gap. Captain Beatty was less cautious on his return, and so he ran against a courier hastening in the direc? tion of Knoxville. A fight followed, and the Confederate's horse and dispatch bag were the spoils of the Union soldier. The old captain reached the gap camp in safety, but what effect his informa? tion had on that campaign I cannot pre? tend to say, but certain it is that Kirby Smith neither surprised nor captured the Union troops under Morgan, though he did succeed in running into Kentucky and running out again. I next met Captain Beatty when, in October of the same year, we were push? ing Bragg's raiders back, and they had como to a halt along Chaplain creek, near the village of Percyville. The old scout was temporarily assigned to duty on General Jackson's staff, and he and I slept on one blanket the night before the battle. The old man had stood the fatigue of that torrid and dusty cam? paign as well as men one-third his age -better indeed than the strongest men in the new levies who had joined us at Louisville, and who were to take their first hard lesson in war on the morrow. "I tell you, "said the captain, "hit always ages mo to see we uns a-marchin fo' the north. I come most nigh losin heart durin the past two months when tho rebs seemed to have everything pur ty much nigh thar own way right har in Kaintuck, but now that were a-driv in 'em south, instead of them a-drivin wc unsno'th hit's kinder more comfortin. " He had already told me of his visit to Tennessee and how he had met his sur? viving kinsmen with General Carter and told them the news. "Once our folks gits into aistTennes? see," he continued, "FIT 'bout give up sojerin and go back and kecr for the wimmin and chilien on the crick. Hit won't be long after that till the bottom'll drop outen the hull d-d thing, and then they'll be sorry they ever started hit. And I say, my son, ef so be you could come over and visit me when things is kinder quiet again we uns'll be mighty glad to see you. " There were men at Perryville who had been at Donelson and Shiloh, and who subsequently were engaged in the bloodiest battles in the west, but ask them the hardest fight they were ever in, the fight most trying to the active participants, and they will say without hesitation, "Perryville." The roads were ankle deep in dust, the streams were arid ruts, and the springs and wells had gone dry, so the men and ani? mals suffered intensely for water. Hundreds of soldiers, blue and gray, were killed at Perryvillo in their efforts to reach tho water, and they fell on their faces and drank it, after the tepid little stream had been choked up with the dead. The enemy fell back tho next morn? ing, and we had orders to follow them in tho direction of Harrodsburg. I was about to mount my horse near a field hospital that had been erected just back of where General Jim Jackson, was killed the day before, when an orderly told me that Dr. White wished to seo 1 me; I hurried back to the clump of trees, -where White and his assistants were at work, looking like sanguinary monsters. "Captain Beatty heard you were near and wanted to see you, " said Dr. White, and he pointed to a figure on a stretcher near by. I drew down a cloth that had been thrown over the face to keep off the flies. The old man appeared to be asleep, but there was a red splotch and a jagged tear on his breast "Captain Beatty, old friend, I am here!" I called. He made no response. I took his hand, and it struck me that hot morn? ing as being the coldest hand I had ever felt I pushed back his hair and touched my lips to his forehead. The bugles sounded the "advance," and I felt as I rode away something of that dead sol? dier's ceaseless yearning to hurry the old flag back to Tennessee. THE END. One Way to Fry Chicken. Cut up the chicken an hour before cooking and lay it in salt and water.. Take it up, wipe and dip it in a batter, made of 2 eggs, a little flour, pepper and a little nutmeg. Fry in part lard and part butter. Put the chicken on a hot dish. Pour off the contents of the spider and make a gravy of cream, but? ter, salt, pepper, thickened with flour wet in a little cold milk. Let it boil up and pour over the chicken. HUNTING, FORSOOTH i Tile Xovement In England to Stop the Cruelties of Misnamed "Sportsmen." The .Royal Buckhounds have com? menced the season of hunting the tame deer in Windsor park and the adjacent country, although over a year ago the government promised to consider the ad? visability of abolishing this misnamed sport, and although the queen herself is known to regard it with anything but favor. The Humanitarian league has again taken up the subject, and to Lord Rosebery will shortly be presented a pe? tition in favor of the prohibition not only of tame stag hunting, but of all kinds of so called sport other than fail hunting. The practices aimed at by the peti? tioners include pigeon shooting and coursing hares and rabbits within in closures. The petition is signed by 9,000 humanitarians, headed by George Meredith, the novelist, and the list con? tains the names of all the best known poets, artists, writers and dreamers, with a good mixture of practical politicians like Timothy Healy and John Burns. London Letter. Ninety-six Weds Seventy-four. The oldest bride and groom in this county aro Mr. and Mrs. John Shilling. Mr. Shilling is in his ninety-sixth year, while the bride, Mrs. Ruth Sears, is over 74. They both live on Sugar Loaf mountain, in Grant county, and have known each other for more than CO years. They courted 54 years before making up their minds. Tho wedding took place at Zion church, and the cer? emony was performed by the Rev. Mr. Randall. Before the ceremony che bride and groom were both baptized and ad? mitted into the church. Tho wedding was a typical mountain affair, the at? tendance embracing several hundred friends and relatives, many of whom rode 40 and 50 miles on horseback over the mountains to be present at the cere? mony. Mr. and Mrs. Shilling are as energet? ic as the average middle aged people of the cities.-Parkersburg (W. Va) Dis? patch. She Want9 Her Leg. One day last March a Belgian lady fell from her carriage in Brussels and received injuries which necessitated tho j amputation of her leg. The surgeon who performed the operation, considering the amputated member his property, placed it on exhibition in his anteroom, with an explanatory note, giving tho name, age and address of its former pos? sessor. When the lady's husband heard of this, considering such an exhibition improper, ho went to the surgeon to get j back the leg. The surgeon refused to give it up, but offered to remove the notice This was not satisfactory, and the matter has become a cause celebre in the courts of Brussels.-Brussels Cor? respondent. - Espionage at Constantinople. Strong protests come from both the foreign and native inhabitants of Con? stantinople against the oppressive poli- I cy of espionage recently enforced by the sultan's government, says a corre? spondent The minions of the sultan even scent political conspiracy in a gar? den party or a ball. Sometimes such en? tertainments are prohibited, andat others insult is added to injury by an order that a representative of the palace be present. The latter step was adopted re? cently at the annual distribution of prizes at the English high school for girls. Matchmaking Abroad. An international matrimonial paper, printed in three languages, is about to make its appearance in Berlin.-Jour? nal of Education. Highest of all in Leavening Pow POKER IN THE CABINET. A Member of the Same, Who Wasn't Talk? ing About Herbert, Tells Tales. "Gresham," said a prominent mem? ber of the cabinet, vainly searching in his pocket for a nickel with which to pay his fare in the last night car after a pleasant little evening at the White Honse, and who then gratefully thanked a newspaper correspondent for handing the conductor an extra nickel, "Gresh? am says that he doesn't play poker for the money there is in it, but I notice that he wins all the chips. " The secretary was lost in thought for a few moments. Finally he shook his head sadly, sighed heavily and contin? ued: "Secretary Gresham is, in my opin? ion, ina ?mest poker player in the country. ? "i^ve seen a great many stiff games in my life, games played by men who had for years made their liv? ing at it. And I have seen some pretty desperate chances taken, too, but never nave 1 seen a man so thoroughly at home at a game cf poker, so cool and collected at every stage, as our secretary of state In this opinion I am sure that I would be indorsed by every member of the cabinet. Even thc president him? self would, I am sure, second my views on this subject, although he thinks he knows a thing or two about the game himself." 4 'Has the president played the game long?" the newspaper man inquired. "Oh, no," said the secretary; "I don't believe he ever played the game at all until he went down the river last year and took Gresham and Carlisle with him. When he came back, he didn't talk about anything for months but poker. He hinted one day that if I'd como up in the evening he would give me a few points about the game. I went up. The next morning the presi? dent had to send to the bank for money. " "What did the president say when he arose from the game?" "He simply said that it was easy to Bee that I'd been taking a few lessons from Gresham, and then ho said good night" "Can all the members of the cabinet play?" "They can; but, like the man with the dish of crow before him, they don't hanker af ter it It's too expensive. The great poker players of the president's official family are the president, secre? tary of state, Carlisle and Morton. They play for the love of it Morton is not what one would <;ay in the language of the street an 'cut cf sight player, ' but he is a pretty good all around hand at the game, and then he doesn't have to live on his salary. Carlisle is a shrewd player, but lacks nerve. The president is a great bluffer and seldom stays out He's the biggest winner of the four, ex? cept, of course, Gresham. Gresham Eeems to win all tho time." "Do they play o? ten?" "Well, they devote about all their spare time to it. It's become a hobby with the while of them. I don't want to be understood as insinuating that they play night after night or that very large sums change hands. It's merely a gentleman's game. They like it It af? fords them the necessary relaxation aft? er a hard day's work, and it's perfectly proper and correct" "Does Lamont play poker?" "Well, as my friend Goldzier would put it, 'Lamont do play a few poker, ' but it's not his hobby. Politics is La? mont's bobby." "How about Herbert?" "I'm not talking about him. " Then he winked tho other eye and left tho car.-Washington Cor. Rochester Post Express. The Snow Flower. A traveler in Siberia tells us about a wonderful plr.nt found in the northern part of that country, where the ground is perpetually covered with a coating of frost and snov;. It is called the snow flower, and the description of its birth and its short life reads like a fairy tale. He says it shoots out cf the frozen soil on the first day of the year and attains a height of 3 feet. On the third day it blooms, remaining open for only 24 hours. Tl: cr. the stem, the leaves and the flower are converted into snow-in other words, the plant goes back into its original elements. The leaves are three in number and the flower is star shaped. On the third day, the day the bloom appears, little glistening specks appear on the extremi? ties of the leaves. They are about the size of the head of. a pin and aro the seeds of the flower. It is said that some of these seeds were gathered onco and taken to St Pe? tersburg, where they were buried in a bed of snow. The first of the following year the plant burst forth and bloomed, justas it does in Siberia-Philadelphia Times. Self Crucifiera. A remarkable sect has just made its appearance in the Volga province of Samara, in Russia, of which, as far as is known, only women can lie members. These sectaries make a point of what they call "self crucifixion. " They feed exclusively on grass, herbs and berries, and subject their bodies to all kinds of self imposed tortures. They are opposed to the Russian clergy and to the worship of pictures.-St Petersburg Letter. er.-Latest U. S. Gov't Report Baking Powder ?CV PURE