BOYS and GIRLS I WA R ^ of t!ie _Z^ CONTENTS : Gejifral Monewall Ja'jkson- Commodore Foot and Colonel Smnii, etc. etc- \yEs , i :2?fSTOV, BIcbmomi p THE FLOWERS COLLECT!^ ; STORY OP A REFUGEE. X dear cliildren, you wish to know why I a.m here so far from my dear old hoiTje. I will tell von. All ot you have heard Pa aud Ma talk of Milroy, the Yankee General. He is 294222 2 STORIES OF THE WAR. a very bad man. No one where I lived had a good word for him. He took away all the horses, cows, pigs, and chickens of poor people as well as rich peojDle. He was a brute to women, old men, like me ; and did not care what became of little boys and girls. If he did not hke their fathers, ho would seize them, and burn their houses and fences. Ruin and this Milroy A'vere great friends. Well, I lived in the Valley of Virginia. My liome was a sweet place not far fi-om a fine, cle;u- stream of water. Pretty fish swam in the clear, silver stream. On bright days Mary and Willie got in a safe little boat which I kept in a green nook^ and I took them to a shady spot where they caught fish. Many a lit- tle perch was caught and fried for dinner. Then there were beehives where the busy STORIES or THE WAR. 6 bees made much sweet honey ; and a fine orchard with apples, pears, peaches, plums and cherries. There were cows to give milk, and horses to ride, and pifjs and geese, chickens and turkeys. It was a sweet home where Uncle William and Ma- ry and Willie lived. Milroy with a long line of bad men, each with a gun, came to my house and took my horse, my cow, and in fact all ho could lay his hands on. I told him ii was wrong to take all I had, and that God would see that it did him no good. One of his men struck me, and then set fire to my house. Mary and tVillio were born in that house, and when they saw the fire they ran out and cried as if their hearts would break. So the house was soon burnt, and my little family had no good bed to lie on at night, nor & morsel to eat. But after a 294222 4 STORIES OF THE WAR. while a good friend took us to his house, yet it did not seem like the old home. Now my children, you have heard your Ma and Pt talk of Stonewall Jackson. He was a brave, good and great man. When he went to fight the Yankees, he always prayed that he might have help from God. 1 knew, that God would pun- ish the bad men who burnt my house and drove us out into the woods. Sure enough It was so, for Jackson with his bra\'e, good men came along and fought Milroy and his bad men. Our friend Jackson met Milroy lust where my house was burnt. The smoke was still rising from the black ruins. Milroy ran as hard as he could out of the Valley, and Jackson after him. Every thing looked drear and lonely., My good friend did his best to make us hap- py, but I could not sleep for I saw but the STORIES OF THE WAR. 5 fire and ruins, and the bad Yankees. Ma- ry and Willie wept themselves to sleep. While I was at the house of this good friend, a little while after the fight with Mil- roy, I saw the bad Yankees under General Shields and Fremont, and Banks, run away from Jackson. The great ''Stone- wall," had whipped them, and their dead and wounded lay on the field of battle ghastly to see, STORIES or THE WAR. This Yankee Banks ran away to Win- chester, where Uncle William, when he was a boy, went to school. Our good "Stonewall" came 'to that town and made Banks run across the Potomac river. When "Stonewall" got to Winchester, all the men shouted for him, and the good ladies rushed into the street and gave our soldiers all sorts of sweet and good things to eat. Even the little boys and girls clapped their hands and cried, '^ Huzza, for our friend, Jackson !" Tears of joy stole down the cheeks of old men Hke myself, when they heard the cry in every part of town, "Huzza, for glorious Stonewall!" Even the little negro boys, Tom, Jerry, Pink and Reub, joined in the cry against the hated Yankees. And now, my little friends, stop just here, for Uncle William wants to shout PTOaiE* or THE WAR. 7 too. Raise your little hands and swing them around your head every time I do, and cry, "Huzza, for 'Stonewall!'-' One more, " Huzza !" one more, " Huzza I" That wag well done. Take your map and get Pa or Ma to tell you where the Valley is. It was a dear, sweet place before the Yankees came to burn and rob, God will punish them for their bad deeds, for they have made many a widow and orphan. Here I am, my dear children, without a home, but the war will end some day, and ' 8 STORIES OF THE WAR. then I will try to build a new house, and raise more horses, cows and chickens. If you ever come that way on Christmas, step in and see Uncle William. THE MOUNTAIN GUIDE. O you wish to listPTi to' another little story? I see your eyes light up, and • they say as plain as words can tell me : Uncle William, tell us another story. Well, " Stonewall" wfts m the habit of marching his men at a very rapid rate over tall mountains called the Blue JRidge. Even goats have a very hard time to climb up ihe high rocks and through little nar- row paths that lead over the Blue Piidge But " Stonewjill's" men, who were called " Foot Cavalry" because they were so fleet in their movements, moved fast over the big hills and the huge rocks. Tn this way they often pounced upon 10 STORIES OF THE WAR. the Yankees when they thought " Stone- wall" was far off. One dark night when there were neither moon nor stars "Stonewall" wanted a guide. He found a cabin at the foot of the ;moun- tain. In this cabin lived old uncle Ned, who had been born on the spot. Uncle Ned heard the fife and the drum, and thought the Yankees had come. He was very much scared, for he hated the Yankees. They had once been in his cab- in, stole his milk and bread, robbed his po- tato patch, and carried off his young mas- ter as a prisoner; So Uncle Ned seized a tallow candle, and looked out ot his window tremblmg all the time, while his eyes grew as large as Mexican dollars. In a few moments, a soldier rode up and asked Uncle Ned to shew him a' path over STORIES or THE TfAR. 11 liUvi w^^^- '0w ^^:^i '^ /fit) 12 SSTORIES OF THE WAR. the mountain. Uncle Xed cried out : " Is you a Con fed. or a Yank V "I am a Con- federate officer," replied the soldier in the grey coat, and with stars on his collar. ''Well den marster," said uncle Ne', I will 'tend to you right 'way. But stop, who is at de head of all dese men. Is it old "Stonewall." "Yes," said the officer, "I am "Stonewall." "Hurray !" cried uncle Ned, "hurray ! I goes wid you all ober de Blue Ridge ! hurray !" and he swung his old hat in the air. So the faithful negro shut the wmdaw, locked the door of his cabin and was soon seen guiding the army through the moun- tain pass. Uncle Ned, was a good guide. He knew every foot of the tall lonely mountain, for he had gone over it hundreds of times into the valley beyond. Jackson got over safe, STORILS OF THE WAR. , 13 and rushed upon the Yankee camp. The Yankees were at breakfast and having a good time of it at their messes. All at once they heard the crack of our guns, and in great terror each man fell iiito ranks. After a short fight, the Yankees ran away. "What became of uncle Ned r' you ask. He had got a gun and fought too, but hav- nig gone too close to the Yankees, he was taken prisoner, and forced away with ihem. Some time after this fight, a party 'of 'Stonewall's''' men made a dash uno ^ Yan- kee camp near Winchester, and routed them. In this fight Uncle Ned got away, and ft'hen ''Stonewall" marched his army inio Wmchester, who do you thiuk rode into town in great glee? A crowd of soldiers and people were gathered on the street, laughing fit to kill themselves.^ Riding along was Uqcle Ked 14 STORIES OF THE WAR. on a little pony with a Yankee behind him. He had captured the Yankee in the woods and was bringing him to " old Stonewall." The Yankee did not like to ride behind Uncle Ned, and came near falling off when his captor struck the pony a lick with his whip. '' Hold on, Yank ! said Uncle Ned, "hold on, for if you don't I'll blow your head off with dis here pistol You is de chap dat took my milk an potatoes, and now I'se goin' to carry yoy to d«r prison where all de rogues lib." Andj so he did to the great amusement of the| soldiers and people. Let me tell you, ray dears, how Jack-I son came to be called " Stonewall." Hid Christian name was Thomas, bear that in mind. You have heard often, no doubt, of the great battle of Manassas. Well, when the fight got to be ver.y hard, Gen- STORIKS OF THK WAR. 15 eral Bee said to bis men, " Look at Jack- son, he stands as firm as a stone wall ! " Sure enough he did stand like a wall of stone, for the Yankees could not make him budge an inch, but after a while took to their heels and ran off to Wjishington City as f^ist as their legs could carry them. Some of them were so scared that when they got to the City they fell down and fainted. So the bad men who came over a broad stream and walked many miles to fight our friends, left their hora^, wag- gons, guns and knapsacks, on the road, so great was their hurry to get away. Ever after that great fight, all our friends called Jackson, '' Stonewall" Jackson, as the good General Bee had said. Every one in the Valley, and all over the land, had no fears when " Stonewall " got after the Yankees, for they knew he % 16 STORIES OF THE WAR. would whip them. And he did whip them all the time. " Stonewall" died and all the people meurned for him. COMMOUOllE FOOTE AND COLOXEL SMALL. ^\> Vi fr ITT LI:: (TULDliEK :— 1 am going to peared on the stage and cut up all sorts of capers, making speeches like great men in Congress, drilling and fighting like sol- 22 STORIES FOR THK YOUNG. diers in the field, singing songs, dancint and acting like clowns in the circus, al the children present nearly burst theii sides with laughter, and men and womer joined in with many a hearty ha! ha I ha Then they told the people that they wanted a little giil to come on the stagf with them to help them in some of theiii little plays. Alter waiting a minute, a little girl about six year^^ old was induced to go ; and everybody in the Museum laughed like fun when the two little men asked her to hold out her arms, and they stood up by her side just as you see them in tlie following picture. The little girl was a head and shoulders taller than they were. (See first page of stcry.) . Then Colonel SRjall got a chair and stood up in it, and put his little arms around the little girl's neck and hugged 5TOUIE5 FOR TMS YOUN(;. 23 and kissed her, and the Commodore walked oft in a petj making believe that he was jealous because the Colonel was making love to the little lady. The little girl was delighted with the loving attentions of the gallant Colonel, and all the people present fairlj roared with laughter. And if you had been there to see them, you would laugh even now to think of it. .lust to think of that funny little ('olonel, who was dressed in a pair of yellow i)anta- loons, boots with rod lops and ?purs, a long red vest, a blue coat with bright but- tons, and a cocked hat, and looking just as much like the great Napoleon as you possibly can imagine, down on his knees before the little maiden, telling her how his httle heart would burst wide open if she did not return his love, and telling her what 24 STORIES Foil THE TOUNG. a great warrior he was, and what a line lady she would be if she would marry him ; why, the very thoughts of it makes me laugh even \\hile I am telling you the story. But the little girl made the Colonel no answer ; and then he ran off the stage, and I got his little carriage, with the litile driver j on the boji, and rode in where the little girl was. Then he jumped out of the car- nage and took the little girl by the hand, and beo;ged her to get m and take a ride j with him. But the little girl only laughed » for, though she was but six years old, she was larger than the two little men both to- gether, and she knew that the carriage was not big enough to hold her alone — for the carriage, the goat-horses, the driver, and the little men, all together, were no larger than a -baby's carriage drawn by two big doffs. STORIES FOli TlIK YOVSC. 25 So the little girl laughed lit to kill her- sflf, and ran to her father \s ho was wait- ing for her at the foot of the stage, aud jumped into his anns; and the Colom] hurried into his carriage, when the driver cracked his whip and they drove off at a gallop. In a few moments more, the* little men came back on the stage, and the Commo- dore told the Colonel that he had offended him by making love to the little maiden, and that ihey must decide who should have her by fighting. Well^ this being agreed upon, they each put on great big mittens, called box- ing gloves, and at it they went. The gloves were padded with cotton, so that they could not hurl each other, though they hit as hard as they could, right in the face, and knocked one another down almost at 26 STORIES FOR THE YOUNG. every blow. As they could not decide the matter in this way, they agreed to tight a regular duel, and so they each took a sword and they fought a mimic battle, in which the Coiimodore made be- lieve that he was killed, and the Colonel dragged his body from the stage — when the curtain fell. They played many other funny tricks and plays, and said many queer thint;}-? but I must stop here, as I have no more i time to devote to them just now. But, ])y and by, after I have told you many other pretty stfiries, 1 may have something more to say about Commodore Foole and Colonel Small. THE LOST KITE. HEN I was a little boy my Uncle made me a very beautiful kite, and the first lime 1 went out to tly it, I foolish- ly let go the stnuo-, and it flew away, fell in the river aad was lost. When I went 28 STORIES FOR THE YOUNCx, to my Uncle and told him, with tears in my eyes, what had happened and what had become of my kite, my Uncle sat dow^n and wrote the pretty piece of poetry which follows: My kite, my kite, I've lost my kite ! O, when I saw the steady flight With which she gained her lofty height, How could I kuov/ that letting go That naughty string, would bring so low My pretty, buoyant, darling kite, To. pass for ever out of sight ! A purple cloud came sailing by, With silver fringes, o'er the sky, And then I thought it seemed so nigh I'd let my kite go up and light Upon its edge, so soft and bright, And see how noble, high and proud She'd look while riding on a cloud. STORIES FOR THE YOUNG. 29 As near its shining marks she drew I clapped my hands, the hne shpped through My si}]y fingers, and she flew Away, away, in airy p^ay, Right over where the waters lay — She veered, fluttered, swung, and gave A plunge, then vanished with the wave. I never more shall want to look On that false cloud or treacherous brook, Nor wish to feel the breeze that took My dearest joy, to thus destroy My pastime while a hMi)[iy Imy. THE BRAVE EDITOR. §UT very few of my young readers have ever seen a great battle. Jt is really frightful to see the dfefid and dying STORIKS FOR THE YOUNG. 31 strenn thick upon the ground ; and when the whistling 1)al!s and shrieking shells pass throu^'h the air with the si)eed of lig^lning, no wonder that the ear i» startled, the hair stands on end, and the heart almost ceases to beat with mortal terror. At the commencement of this story is the picture of a brave Editor of a Confed- erate nf'ATspai^er, as he appeared on the battle-held of Chancellorsville, w^hich he visited for the purpose of writing a df>- scription of the fight. You see his pen in his hand, and his hair stands up so straight that it has caused his hat lo fall fjom his head. He was writing about the battle that was raging fiercely all around, when all at once a Yankee battery began firing upon the very spot he had chosen as the best from w^hich to get a good view of the terrible struggle, Tbe cannon bills and 32 STORIES FOR THE i'OUXG. bomb shells are falling thick around him, and. as you see by the picture, he is really terrified. But he is a brave man, and though in a periloits situation is determined to stand his ground. He did stand his ground ! and in a few moments a corps of Confederate troops, led by the gallant Jackson, charged the ene- my's battery, took their cannon trom them, and drove them in confusion from the field. So the brave Editor esca[)ed unharmed. The Editor about whom I have been tcillug you IS a rchgious and pious man and hy says that nothing but the unseen hand of Gcd could have turned the deadly balls and shells aside and saved him from harm. Thus, God is good to tho>e who love and fear him. f BOYS' AI^B ^Iltl^S'f I Stories of the War. 4 I ^ 1 i UNCLE WILLIAM'S I '* *• 4. STORY OF A \gES!. STOSEWALi JACKSO»,| "% This is a beautiraly illustrated, and well^ s written story, calculated to create a desire * •Sin the youthful mind for farther mforma--^ "^tion of this illustrious and lamented fyeneral, -i- I COMMODORE FOOT, and COLON- i, % ^ EL SMALL. f * Interesting, and nujmerously illustrated, f 4 MY LOST KITE, •- # A Vjeautifully illust'atGiI Poem. \ „^,~ IN PRESS. 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