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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), Border war, as seen and experienced by the inhabitants of Chambersburgh, Pa. (search)
the rumor is borne on the breeze, (We often before had rumors like these,) That Lee is moving, intent on invasion. But we heeded it not until it was clear That Jenkins had come unpleasantly near, And Lee himself would surely be here Before his head had many more days on. Then away the “prominent citizens” hurried, Excited, frightened, flustered, flurried, In wagons, carriages, sulkies, carts, On horseback, “on foot,” by all manner of arts And devices; And all kinds of people — Smith, Jones, Roberts, Robinson, Brown, and Bones, And the Rices. While away in advance of the headlong race, Was a carriage that looked like R----n's, Which seemed “like he gwine to leab de place,” Through fear of the mighty Jenkins. ‘Mid shriek, and yell, and cry, and shout, And peals of wicked laughter, On, hurried on, the rabble rout, With Milroy's wagons after. Pell-mell, Helter-skelter, Hurry-skurry, Toss and tumble, Roll and rumble, And dust to make us blind, most; Thus Milroy's trains Came over
Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), ‘Cuteness of a Contraband scout. (search)
try, which renders him a very valuable scout. On Claiborne's last trip inside the enemy's lines, after scouting around as much as he wished, he picked up eight chickens and started for camp. His road led past the house of a secesh doctor named Roberts, who knows him, and who ordered him to stop, which, of course, Claiborne had no idea of doing, and kept on, when the doctor fired on him and gave chase, shouting at the top of his voice. The negro was making good time toward camp, when all at os, who ordered him to halt. For a moment the scout was dumbfounded, and thought his hour had come, but the next he sung out: The Yankees are coming! the Yankees are coming! Where? where? inquired the rebels. Just up in front of Dr. Roberts's house, in a piece of woods, returned Sambo. Dr. R. sent me down to tell you to come up quick, or they'll kill the whole of us. Come in, come into camp, said the soldiers. No, no, says the ‘cute African, I have got to go down and tell