hN OLD SOGER.
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-THE-SnLDIER Loves TO IGHT HIS
BATTLES DER AGAIN. IN SONG AND
SToRY.-This thought struck me when
upon a visit to the battle ground OF New
Orleans. which is situate four miles below
the CITY, | encountered an old negro, who
occupied a small shanty in It's immediate
neighborhood | never looked upon
more deplorable picture of humanity than
he presented. His face was SCARED and
scanned as it appeared, with many sabre
cut; one eye and part of his nose was absent,
his hands were minus half their compliment
of fingers, and his use of a crutch satisfied
me that his leg had likewise been mutllated.
Now, thought |, | shall receive rich re-
ward for my pilgrimage from the city. Ma,
nv were the glowing accounts L had read oil
the eventful Eighth of January; but now.
| upon the very field, where "Old Hickory.
met in "fearful fight the flower Of the Brit
ish army, and from the lips of one who shar-
ed the 2erils of the day, was [ to receive an
unaddorned account of the fearful struggle.
With these reflections | approached his
mansion Before however, L had made
a chance to accost him. the "war worn vete
eran," saluted me with:


"Ah massa, how is you? just holl on hal
a shake, till | git my ole hat an LII be
dar"


He then hobbled into the house, and IN a
moment, with his hat In his hand, he had re
turaed and was at my side, and the following
coIloquy was held between us.


well. uncle, how long have you soJourn
cd here2"


"Do what, sir2" said Ebony looking con
| founded


"How long have you sojourned here2"
! Dare's been no so5erla' here tor some
time massa.


Il mean how long have you lived at this
placer


oh; why. for the last thirty years.


Indeed Then | suppose you were here
at the time of the battle, and can tell me {
great deal aboutit."


ITO besure | can, massa; gemmen Off
come an ak me all bout 1t. Does yol
want to buy any bullits; sell 'em picayune {
piece; giniwine dug uP ones, and no mis-
take. Sum OBJ de niggas down heah hal
been underselLia'; out de bulllts dey sell
spu rous, and what dy sell for bonn she'll .
pisces Oh broke n9 dinner pots"


"very well, we'll talk oethese things a
non. How far does this trench extend bacl
into the swamp
well | don't know, massa; but It's up
wards of debble OBJ a ways. bout tree mile
| b'lieven


t .On which side was the American re
doubtln


aOn dis side, massa; while lines Of cotto
bags all along heah. Oar. (pointing to a
old oak, is whar Gln'l Jackson hab hi
, tent


Il "Ah. old fellow. don't you feel proud {