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little camp. I did not know what to make of it, and had half a mind to inquire of our friends, the enemy, why they were about to pay us the distinguished honor of an artillery salute. I had been attacked and run in, in the orthodox way, several times, but had never before had a full battery brought to bear upon my squad. Calling upon the men to fall in, in order to give the folks over the way the best we had, I found two of them missing, and, looking about for them, quickly discovered the occasion of the trepidation in the Federal camp. The two rascals had gone to the summit of an eminence overlooking our post, and some hundreds of yards away, where, finding the axle and wheels of an abandoned cart, they had mounted thereon a log of wood. This Quaker gun was trained full upon the camp of the enemy. Recognizing the trick that had been played, I sent a man to dismount that 'cannon.' This he did in full view of the hostile battery, and as he tumbled off the log-gun our derisive laughter and cheers sent the Federal artillery back into camp, while those of their infantry were mingled with our own.

" Later in the day one of them came down to the river and called out: 'Say, Johnnie, we are coming over to see you to-morrow.' 'All right; come on; we'll have something warm for you when you get here.' Perhaps that Federal soldier builded better than he knew, for, as a matter of fact, in less than an hour an order came to me to leave one man on duty at the river and with the rest join my command immediately. This I did ; and the next day my Federal friend's prediction came true. They did come over to see us, and we did have something warm for them : it was upon that day that the battle of Mission Ridge was fought."

V. How Capt. Beckley's Negro Body Servant Came to Be a Valiant Knight.   Anderson (Capt. George Beckley's colored cook) was a Tennessee negro who took to soldiering as a duck to water. He was a good boy and a general favorite with the men. Belonging to a fighting regiment, he concluded that it was also his duty to fight, and when he broached the subject the members of the company encouraged him and set about arranging his outfit. The " man and brother" was soon armed and placed upon a strictly war footing. He was mounted on a calico pony and presented quite a striking appearance.

An ancient pair of horse pistols and holsters were on his saddle, while from his side dangled and clanked an egregiously long sabre that had been captured from the enemy. The regiment, fighting as a rule, dismounted, carried no sabres, and Anderson felt that the addition of this weapon raised him almost to the dignity of an officer. He was very proud of his position, and, encouraged by the men, promised to do great execution in the next engagement. This soon came, and had scarcely begun when a meteor was observed shooting along a Tennessee turnpike, in the shape of a piebald pony ridden by a demoralized negro towards the rear. Three days later Anderson rode into camp wearing an air of injury and indignation. He said it was the pony that failed him ; his own heart was stout and he was fully determined to kill many Yankees when the firing began ; but the pony was a coward and had run at the first fire, nor had he been able to