L. P. Brockett, The camp, the battlefield, and the hospital: or, lights and shadows of the great rebellion

---

---

[283] (he is quite small for his age) and intelligent appearance interested the general, and calling him to him he questioned him as to his name, age, regiment, etc. General Rosecrans spoke encouragingly to the young soldier, and told him to come and see him whenever he came where he was. He saw no more of the boy until the end of 1863, when he went to his place of residence — the Burnet House-and found Johnny Clem sitting on his sofa, waiting to see him. Johnny had experienced some of the vicissitudes of war since last they met. He had been captured by Wheeler's cavalry near Bridgeport. His captors took him to Wheeler, who saluted him with-

“ What are you doing here, you d d little Yankee scoundrel?”

Said Johnny Clem, stoutly: “General Wheeler, I an no more a d d scoundrel than you are, sir.”

Johnny said that the rebels stole about all that he had, including his pocket-book, which contained only twenty-five cents.

“ But I wouldn't have cared for the rest,” he added, “if they hadn't stolen my hat, which had three bullet holes it received at Chickamauga.”

He was finally paroled and sent north. On Saturday lie was on his way from Camp Chase to his regiment, having been exchanged. General Rosecrans observed that the young soldier had chevrons on his arm, and asked the meaning of it. He said he was promoted to a corporal for shooting a rebel colonel at Chickamauga. The colonel was mounted, and stopped Johnny at some point on the field, crying, “Stop, you little Yankee devil.” Johnny halted, bringing his Australian rifle to