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Updated: May 15, 2025
As we move toward the celebration 2 years from now of the 200th anniversary of this Nation's independence, let us press vigorously on toward the goal I announced last November for Project Independence.
J.T. Maston constituted himself their cicerone; he did not excuse them any detail; he led them about everywhere, through the magazines, workshops, amongst the machines, and he forced them to visit the 1,200 furnaces one after the other. At the end of the 1,200th visit they were rather sick of it.
I'll take the man with the light," commanded Shorty. The three rifles cracked in quick succession and the three men dropped. "Bully, boys," ejaculated Shorty, as he reloaded. "You'll do. The 200th Injianny's proud o' you." "I hit my man in the leg," said Harry, flushing with delight, as he bit off another cartridge. "Jerusalem, I wish they'd send another one down."
"That is all right," said the stranger, with an air of satisfaction. "The 200th Indianny is a very good regiment. I saw them whip John Morgan's cavalry at Green River. Clumsy farmer boys, but shoot like born devils." "But who are you, and where did you come from?" repeated Si impatiently. "I'm all right. I'm Levi Rosenbaum of Gen. Rosecrans's secret service. I got some news for him."
The army began to move out very promptly, and soon the 200th Ind. was called to take its place in the long column that crawled over the hills and across the valleys toward Murfreesboro, like some gigantic blue serpent moving toward his prey. Miles ahead of the 200th Ind.'s place in the column the rebels were offering annoying disputation of farther progress.
Only enough of their wet guns could be gotten off to announce their presence. The Colonel of the 200th Ind. yelled: "Companies left into line!" The soggy men promptly swung around. "Fix bayonets! Forward, double-quick!" shouted the Colonel.
Nate hesitated a moment, then picked up his gun with a vengeful look at the prisoner. "I'll kill him yit. Mebbe I'll git a chance this evenin' yit," said he, and followed Si. THE shot fired by Nate Hartburn was the only one that interrupted the progress of the 200th Ind. to the banks of the Tennessee River.
They wrapped it up in their overcoats, and started back for camp. They had seen enough of Murfreesboro' for that day. WITH a tin roof, a real door, a glazed window and a plank floor, Si and Shorty's house was by far the most aristocratic in the cantonment of the 200th Ind., if not the entire Winter quarters of the Army of the Cumberland.
Yes, here goes: "The rose is red, the vilet's blue; ime 4 the Union, so are U." Shorty was so tickled over this happy conceit that he fairly hugged himself, and had to read it over several times to admire its beauty. But it left him too exhausted for any further mental labor than to close up with: "No moar at present, from yours til death. "Dan Elliott, "Co. Q, 200th injianny Volunteer Infantry."
"I suppose we'd better go back through that brush and look up the boys that were dropped." "HOORAY for Injianny. Injianny gits there every time," roared Si, joining the yelling, exultant throng crowding around the Colonel. "The old 200th wuz the first to cross the works, and miles ahead o' any other rejimint." "Bully for the Wild Wanderers of the Wabash," Shorty joined in.
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