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shouted, "I'll pay you back for this." It was all said in good English, and quite in contrast with his former Teutonic brogue. Seeing our looks of surprise, he turned deadly pale, faced around, and ran swiftly toward the Confederate pickets. Sam and I dashed after him, shouting at the top of our voices, “A spy! a spy!" But he was swifter than we, and reached the river first. He plunged into the stream and swam manfully towards the other side. I was a good swimmer, and there are not many men who can beat me swimming, so I plunged in, and in a few strokes I was near enough to catch Hans by the leg. He struggled terribly and buried his bowie in my shoulder; but I clung to him, and with the help of a half-dozen others, brought him ashore, amid the shouts of those who lined the banks. Hans turned out to be one of the best spies the enemy had had. He had been in our camp over two months, and a great deal of valuable information was hidden in his boots. Samuel and I told the general that we had suspected him for a long time, and that we had watched, and, at last, unmasked him. Our service was rewarded by promotion.

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Army Life in Washington

AT THE TIME OF PRESIDENT LINCOLN'S ASSASSINATION.

APRIL, 1864.

How the Capital Received the News of Richmond's Surrender.

BOOTH'S TERRIBLE CRIME AND THE EXECUTION OF THE ASSASSINS. FINAL GRAND REVIEW OF THE BOYS IN BLUE.

MAJ. H. M. BREWSTER, 57th Regt. New York Vols.

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N the morning of April 4, 1865, while on duty as adjutant-general of the garrison of Washington, and seated at my desk in the headquarters on Pennsylvania avenue, just above Nineteenth street, I was startled by a loud shout, and the clatter of feet on the pavement told me that a horse was being rapidly ridden. A cavalryman was riding at full speed up Pennsylvania avenue, and shouting at the top of his voice, "Richmond is taken!" An orderly was at once sent to ascertain if the news was true, although from our window long files of men were seen coming out of the War Department building, and all seemed to be very much "enthused" about something. Every man seen seemed to be possessed with an irresistible desire to shake hands with every other man. In a few moments came an order from Secretary Stanton to send a band to the War Department immediately.

Musicians were very much like other men that morning, and went on the street to get the news. However, a number of members of different bands were got together, and taken to the War Department. In a few moments, officials began to gather at headquarters and ask: What shall we do to celebrate? And

a parade of all the troops in the city was decided upon. On the 9th, President Lincoln came back from the front.

On the morning of April 14, the daily papers announced that President Lincoln and General Grant would attend the performance of "Our "Our American Cousin," at Ford's theater. It being my turn on duty that evening, I was unable to attend the play, but about nine o'clock I walked down to the White House and saw the torch light procession of the employes of the Washington Arsenal, made in honor of the raising of the flag on Fort Sumter that day. The procession passed through the grounds of the White House, and I went to my boarding house. Upon reaching the house, I read for a short time and then retired. Soon after, a horse was rapidly ridden to the door and the bell pulled with a quick, sharp ring, and in a moment the landlady was at my door sobbing and crying, "President Lincoln is killed and you are wanted at headquarters.

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When I reached the office it was full of people laboring under the greatest excitement. Generals, lawyers, congressmen, and others were there, all wishing to do something. The general told me to ride as fast as possible to the Long bridge, and Aqueduct bridge, and give orders to allow no one to go over without a written pass from Secretary Stanton, signed by himself. As I was going, the general called me into his private office and said: "There will probably be an attempt to assassinate many public men here to-night, and, if that is so, you may not be allowed quietly to carry orders,-look out for yourself." The evening previous there had been a large number of rebel prisoners brought in, and, as there were many deserters employed in the quartermaster's and commissary departments, some of the officers feared there might be a plan for these men to make serious trouble. Steps were taken to prevent it. Two regiments were brought out about midnight, and stationed around the Old Capitol Prison, where it was supposed the rebel prisoners were, but they had been sent north by railroad after dark the previous evening. The colonel of one of these two regiments was an old gentleman from Ohio, over 60 years of age. When I woke him up and told the sad events of the evening, he cried like a child. He went to his chest and took out a large Colt's revolver, and, fastening it in his belt, turned to me and said: "Captain, that pistol was given me when I left home.

for the war, and I have never worn it, but I am going to put it on now, and if any man talks treason to me, by him."

I'll kill

Everything that could be thought of was at once done to capture the assassins. Booth had been seen by several who knew him to enter the President's box at the theater, and fire the fatal shot; but who were with him and what was intended, no one knew. On every road leading from the city were squads of cavalry, and officers with photographs of Booth were on every train. General Grant, who had left for the North, the evening before, returned in the morning, and we all felt a sense of security when he came. For many days squads of cavalry came bringing in one or more prisoners dressed in gray or butternut, who could not give an account of themselves. As soon as they were noticed on the streets, crowds would collect, and shout: "Kill them!" "Hang them!"

After the death of the President, his body was taken to the White House, and remained in state until the day of the funeral, when it was taken to the Capitol and placed in the rotunda and remained there until the next morning, when it was taken to the cars, and started on its long journey to its final resting place in Springfield, Ill. The guard of honor who accompanied the body, was composed of one captain, three lieutenants (who had each lost an arm in the service), and twenty-five first sergeants, all detailed from the regiments of the Veteran Reserve Corps in Washington.

After the remains of the President had left the city, the work of capturing the assassins was renewed with energy, and at length, Booth and Harold were surrounded in a barn at Bowling Green, Va. Harold gave himself up. Booth would not surrender. Lieutenant Baker, who was in command of the party, surrounded the barn and set it on fire. Booth then slid down from the hay, and was shot through a crack in the barn by Sergt. Boston Corbett, of the cavalry. The bullet entered the assassin's head in almost the same place as did that fired by him at the President. Booth's body was brought to Washington, and the trial of the other assassins by court-martial soon followed.

Soon after this came the grand review, when the Army of the Potomac and Sherman's soldiers marched through the streets of Washington on their last parade. For two days the

boys in blue from the East and the West marched past the reviewing stand, where were the President and Cabinet, Generals Grant and Sherman, and many others who had won their honors with them. As they passed this stand, many an eye was wet with tears to miss the tall form of the loved Lincoln. So the boys marched on up Pennsylvania avenue, and across the Potomac to Virginia, and soon by different ways to their homes.

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A Glimpse of Stonewall Jackson.

COLONEL STANNARD, 9th Vt.

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I answered: "To ask and accept a courtesy of a prisoner and then insult him is an act that an honorable soldier would scorn."

Jackson turned on his staff officer and gave him a severe scolding, saying the repetition of such an insult to a prisoner would cost him his place. Then turning to me, General Jackson apologized for the conduct of his officer, saying that it was an exceptional act of insolence on the part of a young and reckless man; and, bowing gravely, the famous Confederate captain rode away.

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