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"out Of Danger"

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Parent Issue
Day
21
Month
June
Year
1861
Copyright
Public Domain
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A correspondent oí the New York Leader, gets off the following at the expense of two patriota in Col. Corcoran'a GOth Regiment : Last night, or rather, ihia morning, about 2 o'clock, as I was retuining with Lieutant-Col Nugent Irom traversing " the grand rounds," as rt i ealied - vitming the sentries on the outposts we were amusod, vvhile passing t!jo guard-house, to hear the lollovving dia-J logue between a prisoner, incarceratecf lor being absent without leave, and the eentrywho wan on duty at the gate leading to headquarters. " God help you, my poor boy !" criect the prisom-r, thruting his head out of a window, about eight. feet higher than, the tentry's head ; ' God help yottt Bare, you can't see thein, my poor foíluw, and who can blame you ?" The deep tone of compassion n which these words were uttered seemed not without eöect on the object oi eommioerntioD, who looked uoeasily roupd liiui and K'i'sped liis musket "with t tighter grip. " üuh, wirrasthrue I wirrasthrue !:' continuod tho prisoner; " I see not less than forty eleven thous-and secessionists onmin' down here over the hilla Irom. Fairiux Och, what's to becomo of you, my poor boy? Throth, my heart bleeds for you !" Again the sentry glanced arouní uneaily - for he was a tailo: by trade and had only just eonie out of the hospital. Not hl Dg could be more ful] ol'thö tendorest pity than the prisoner's voice.and his elevated position did undoubtedly give hirn a better chance for aeeing tha the sentry had. " Sure enough, sure enough," went on the compassionate man in the guardhMise; "here they are, with two hundred anrl seventy guns, and no end ut all oi cavalry. God knows it's not for myself I care, for 'm up here, and all right; but, aentry darling, it you want tobe eaved, you had better open the door and let me out. Faix, if the Colonel knew a fight was comin', 'tisnt in here he'd have me. It'ud be in the tint beside bim I'd be, wid my finge rs runnin' over the rnap to show bïm wbat bë' ought to do." Wbat tho result of this conversation was I am unable to determine, as roaring with laughter the Lieutenant-Colonel and your correspondent proceedcd on their way.

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Old News
Michigan Argus