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Story oi an Kmm;rant.
their muster out, and are still counted among the best
citizens of that state; some formed engagements with the
country girls, and went back to marry them. One of mv
voung captains, a fine St. Paul boy, brought with the
regiment to Minneapolis, ashis bride, the most beautiful woman,
as well as the most bitter rebel, of that portion of Arkansas,
and I am glad to say that, although shesoon returned with her
gallant husband to her native state, where they still reside, she
is now, and has been ever since, as true and loyal to our
banner and our cause as any of our Northern wives and
mothers.
"I would not have it understood that all our work was
so pleasant and peaceful. Sometimes we had to deal with
tough cases of both sexes, and then the iron hand of power
was freelv used to restrain, but seldom to punish. As a
relic of old slave times I will relate one incident of many that
came under my observation.
"One day a very tidy negro woman came and reported
that her late master had recently killed her husband. I sent
for ilu former master. He was a leading physician, a man
of line address and culture, who lived in an elegant mansion
near the city, lie sat down and told me the story, nearly
word for word as the woman did. It was substantially as
follows: Tom, the negro, had been his body-servant since
both were children, and, since his freedom, still remained in
the same service. Tom had a boy about eight years old.
This boy had done some mischief, and I (said the doctor)
called him in and gave him a good flogging. Tom was
outside and heard the bov scream, and after a while he pushed
open the door and took the bov from me, telling me that I
had whipped him enough. He brought the boy into his own
cabin, and then started foi town. I took my gun and ran
alter him. When he saw me coming he started on a run and
I shot him, of course. " Wouldn’t vou have done the same? "
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