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A Provost-Marshal in Trouble.--Some ludicrous incidents are told of the precipitate flight of the rebel Provost-Marshal and Military Board of Hopkinsville on the announcement of the fall of Fort Henry. The rebel postmaster, R. B. Lander, started out on foot, trudging through the deep mud and tremendous torrent of rain to Clarksville. Thos. Bryan, one of the rebel Military Board, went around bidding his secesh friends a final good-by, and crying and blubbering like a spanked child. The Provost-Marshal, Dr. Rowland, however, was the most luckless fellow. He had been particularly tyrannical and insulting to the Union men, and was in the habit of compelling old men to take the oath of allegiance to the Southern Confederacy, before he would give them a pass. On hearing of the rebel reverse, he fled to Clarksville, and took a boat to Nashville; but while on the boat he insulted the clerk, and, about midnight, in a torrent of rain, was set ashore, with his trunks, in the woods, and l
67. Boy Brittan. by Forceythe Willson. Boy Brittan — only a lad — a fair-haired boy--sixteen, In his uniform! Into the storm — into the roaring jaws of grim Fort Henry-- Boldly bears the Federal flotilla-- Into the battle-storm! Boy Brittan is Master's Mate aboard of the Essex-- There he stands buoyant and eager-eyed, By the brave Captain's side; Ready to do and dare — ay, ay, sir! always ready-- In his country's uniform! Boom! boom! and now the flag-boat sweeps, and now the Essex, Into the battle-storm! Boom! boom! till river and fort and field are overclouded By the battle's breath; then from the fort a gleam And a crashing gun, and the Essex is wrapt and shrouded In a scalding cloud of steam! But victory! victory! Unto God all praise be ever rendered-- Unto God all praise and glory be! See, Boy Brittan, see, boy, see! They strike! hurrah! the fort has just surrendered! Shout! shout! my boy, my warrior-boy! And wave your cap and clap your hands for joy! Cheer answer cheer a
Touching Incident.--An example of almost superhuman endurance and spirit, as related by Dr. Voorhies, of Mississippi, a gentleman far too intelligent and skilful to be engaged in such a cause otherwise than in alleviating its miseries, is as follows: When at the bombardment of Fort Henry, a young Wisconsin boy, who had by some means been made a prisoner, had his arm shattered by a ball from our gunboats, he was taken to one of the huts, where Dr. Voorhies attended to him. He had just bared the bone, when an enormous shell came crashing through the hut. The little fellow, without moving a muscle, talked with firmness during the operation of sawing the bone, when another went plunging close by them. The doctor remarked that it was getting too hot for him, and picked the boy up in his arms, and carried him into one of the bomb-proofs, where the operation was completed. The only answer of the Northerner was: If you think this hot, it will be a good deal too hot for you by and
A Correspondent of the Cincinnati Commercial relates the following incidents of the battle of Fort Henry: A friend of mine showed me the plate on his belt, which had been struck by a bullet, and the U in U. S. entirely obliterated, and yet he was not hurt. Another had the pictures of his wife and mother in separate cases, in his side-pocket, and a ball passed through both and lodged in the inside one, saving his life. He has the pictures to send to his wife by express. A member of the Eighth Missouri has a half-dollar in his pocket which was struck with so much force as to bend the edges together and enclose the Minie-ball. A colonel of one of the regiments found four of his men hi<*> behind a stump, and riding up with great gravity, asked them if that stump needed so large a guard. A private soldier received ten wounds, and yet sat on a log, and loaded and fired as long as he could see the enemy.