l, brar7o^ongress^ ShellM±L£> UNITED STATES OE AMERICA. c-UY OTH held — THE— DRUMMER BOY, OR THE LAST CHARGE AT SH1LOH. A MILITARY DRAMA IN FIVE ACTS AND SIX TABLEAUX. ARRANGED FROM INCIDENTS OF THE LATE REBELLION. COPYRIGHT BY— V ; _ j V A. F. NAIL. jy Proprietor and Manager. / /C~ I3i /Zf til ?1^ GALION IXQUIKEK PRINT. GALIOX, OHIO. TSf OTICE. 1 THIS DBAMA IS THE PROPERTY OF A. F. NAIL, AND IS NOT PERMITTED TO BE USED ONLY UNDER HIS DIRECT MANAGEMENT. CAST OF CHARACTERS. Parmer Allen Ned Allen Harry Allen Jimmie Allen Squire Mason Bob Mason Capt. Barton Frank Barton Tim McCarty Will Emmet Uncle Joe .- Colonel Russell Captain Clark Union Officers. General Grant Chief of Staff A. A. G Confederate Officers. General A. S. Johnson Chief of Staff General Bragg Chief of Staff Captain Seaman Ladies. Mother Allen Mrs. Kate Allen Miss Nellie Allen Mrs. Squire Mason Mrs. Barton Goddess of Liberty Sisters of Charity Tableau, Ladies, etc Synopsis of Scenery and Incidents. ACT I.— Scene 1st.— Home and Dining-room of Father Allen. Quarrel and separa tion of friends. Sound of cannon. Off for town. Scene 2d.— Boys on the road to town. Joe returns and meets Tim McCarty. Scene 3d.— Capt. Clark recruiting. Tim McCarty and the awkward squad drill. Boys, come in and enlist. Heaven bless my boys. The 15th Regiment. Presentation of flag. Parting of mother and son. Tableau. Secession of States. ACT II.— Scene 1st.— Camp after night. Boys asleep. Grand rounds. Joe's love let- ter. General Grant reviews the regiment. Ned Allen sent as a spy. Scene 2d.— Rebel picket guard. Joe on track of Ned Allen. Scene 3d.— Ned in the Confederate camp. Joe on hand. Do your worst, you can but kill me. Scene 4th.— Joe captures papers from Frank Barton. Scene 5th.— Ned's escape with Joe. Scene 6th.— Back into the Union lines. Scene 7th. — Battle charge. Grand tableau. ACT III.— Scene 1st.— After the last charge. Jimmie wounded. The blue and the gray drink from the same canteen. Ned and Jimmie taken prisoner. "Too late ! too late ! Here is Ned's canteen. Tableau. ACT IV.— Scene 1st.— Union soldiers nearing Andersonville. Tim left on guard. Har- ry Allen returns. Tim McCarty captured. Scene 2d.— Adersonvilie prison. "Bread- bread!" Murder of Jimmie Allen. "Tell— mother— I— come -I— come." Tim McCarty cheers the boys up. Harry Allen and Union soldiers break into prision. "You are as free the air you breathe." Harry shoots Frank Barton. Jimmie's death avenged. Tableau: Jimmie and Guardian Angels. ACT V.— Scene 1st.— Home of Farmer Allen. Boys home on furlough. Song. The vacant chair in mourning. "Joe. go to the door." Squire Mason and wife. "What's this? Surrender of Lee to General Grant?" Scene 2d.— Return of troops. Grand review. Grand tableau. Surrender. Reconciliation. Goddess of Liberty. Arts. Justice and Angel of Peace. r.OSTUMES. Father Allen. — 1st. Home Suit. 2d. Same. 3d. Dark. Ned Allen.— 1st. Home Suit. 2d. Sergeant's Coat. 3d. Old Disguise. 4th. Sergeant. 5th. Old Ragged Clothes. 6th. Captain's U. S. Uniform. Harry Allen.— 1st. Home Suit. 2d. U. S. Uniform. 3d. Lieutenant U S. A. Jimmie Allen. — Neat Home Suit. 2d. Drummer Boy. 3d. Old Rag- ged Suit. 4th. Draped in White for Tableau. Squire Mason.— 1st. Duster, Straw Hat, Umbrella. 2d. Old Silk Hat, Swallow Tail Coat, Standing Collar. Bob Mason.— 1st. Farm Hand. 2d. U. S. Uniform. 3d. Ragged Suit. 4th. 2d Lieutenant's U. S. A. Will Emmet.— 1st. Farm Hand. 2d. U. S. Uniform. 3d. Ragged Suit. Tim McCarty.— 1st. Farm Suit. 2d. Part of U. S. Uniform. Captain Barton. — 1st. Undress U. S. Uniform. 2d. Major C. S. A. Frank Barton.— 1st. Neat Home Suit. 2d. Sergeant C. S. A. Joe.— 1st. Neat Servant's Suit, White Apron.. 2d, 3d and 4th, Change at will. Officers and Soldiers. — After Regulations of Both Armies. Mother Allen. — 1st. Neat Home Dress. 2d. Street Dress. 3d. Deep Mourning. Mrs. Kate Allen. — 1st. Neat Home Dress. 2d. Street Dress. 3d. Deep Mourning. Miss Nellie Allen.— 1st. Neat Home Dress. 2d. Light Street Dress. 3d. Deep Mourning. Mrs. Squire Mason.— 1st. Home Dress. 2d. Same. 3d. Style of '61. Mrs. Captain Barton. — 1st. Fine Breakfast Dress. Sisters of Charity. — In Usual Costume. Goddess of Liberty. — Draped in White and U. S. Flag. Tableau Ladies. — Draped in White. THE DRUMMER BOY, OR THE LAST CHARGE AT SHILOH. ACT 1. SCENE I. Dining room at the home of Farmer Allen. Discovered. Father Allen. Mother A. Kate A. and Jimmie A. Harry Allen. — (Enter 1st L. E. at rise of curtain.) Father, I can't finish that upper field to-day. Old Doll broke the tugs last night, and Ned has gone to town for some new ones. Jimmie A. — Yes, I know what's the matter; old Doll has been running off again, for she went down the lane like thunder. Father A. — There, there, you never mind. I -wonder if Ned will think to get the paper. I can hardly wait for the news this morning. Harry A. — Oh, yes; he started early, and he'd ought to be back by this time. Kate A. — Mother, don't you think we had better call Major Barton again, for they will not care to miss the train this morning? Mother A. — Yes, Joe. Go and call your master and mistress, and tell them breakfast is ready. Now, Father, I do wish you would not get into any discussion with the Major on the wild issues of the day; for you know he is as radical in his zeal for the South, as you are partial to the interests of the North. Father A. — Oh, that's all well enough, mother, but you must remember that the Major and myself are old schoolmates, and if we do get a little heated in conversation, we are none the less fast friends. Joe — go and call your master again, and tell Frank if he is not up yet, to stir himself, or Ned will be home before he is out of bed. Jimmie A. — Well, if he is so lazy, just let him alone, and I shant't let Joe carry him a single bite. Uncle Joe. — Now, say! I could never think ob doin' dat, honey; 'cause he'd kill me den for shuah! Harry A. — Why, Frank has been up for more than an hour; I saw Nellie and him out for a walk. — 6- Kate A. — Yes, they started while mother and I were getting breakfast. Father A — Oh, Harry, I think we had better put corn, and not oats, in that upper field. Harry A. — All right, father; just as you say. Mother A. — Oh, ho! That just reminds me that Jimmie has been feeding the seed corn to the chickens and colt for the last month. Father A. — What, what's this? Feeding the seed corn to the chickens and colt; why what do you mean, sir? If this nonsense continues, I shall whip you soundly, you young rascal, whip you soundly. Kate A. — Jimmie, place the chairs. Harry, are you ready for break- fast? Uncle Joe. — Neber mind, mastah Jimmie, neber mind. My old mastah is coming now, and he's just more dan hungry; and say, do you know mas- ter Frank was jist more dan mad last night kase you wouldn't let him ride old Doll? Jimmie A. — Well, that was Ned's doings and I'm glad of it, for she would have broken his neck. Uncle Joe. — Now say, don't you git fooled 'bout dat boy; kase if dere is any broken goin on, he comes in fur his share, you bet. . Major Barton. — {Enter with Mrs. Barton. B.) — Ah, good morning, friends. All — Good morning, Major and Mrs. Barton. Major B. — Mr. Allen, you country people are up before we city folks get asleep. Mrs. Barton says she has not slept a wink. Mrs. B. — Now come, Major, no fibs. I only said a little more sleep would have been acceptable. Frank Barton— {Enter C. D. with Nellie A.)— Good morning, friends. I feared we had kept you waiting. Mother A. — Not at all, Frank; your father and mother have just come down. Now, Mrs. Barton, I hope you have not lost your appetite. Frank B. — Oh; no! trust mother for that. Father, you remember our trip to Huntsville; mother went there for her health, I believe. Mrs. B. — Nothing of the ktnd, Mrs. Allen. I was not an invalid at that time, but as Frank was saying Frank B. — She had the most wonderful appetite in the world. Why, for breakfast she ate two eggs, a slice of ham, two slices of bread, and Major B. — There, hush, you ungrateful boy; you are talking of your mother, now, and are not in conversation with the wild classmates of your college. Farmer A. — Now, Mrs. Barton, what shall I help you to, a wing, or a bit of the breast? Mrs. B. — No, you may help me to a leg, please, and I don't care if you — 7- help me to a small quantity of the dressing, and if convenient, you may add the wing. Jimmie A.— Nellie, I don't wonder at Mrs. Barton being ill at times; Un- cle Joe tells me she has two servants that have to wait on her, and do noth- ing else. Nellie A. — Oh, nonsense, Jimmie. Jimmie A.— Well, if you don't believe me, I'll ask him. Uncle Joe, didn't you tell — (Knocks cup and saucer Out of Joe's hand. All rise quickly.) Mrs. B.— Oh, Joe, you careless, good-for-nothing thing, you. Major B. — How dare you, sir? Frank B. — What are you doing, you black rascal? Farmer A. — Jimmie, you are to blame for that, sir; now sit down and be- have yourself. Ned A.(^-Outside.) Hello, Jimmie! come out here; ho, Jimmie! Nellie A. — Kate, there is Ned at the gate. Jimmie run and bring in the things. — (Exit Jimmie.) Ned A. — (Enter L with letter and paper)— Good morning, Kate, there's a let- ter for you. Frank, old fellow, you ought to have been along for a ride. Frank B. — Oh, you start too early. Ned A. — I'm afraid you like to sleep too well. Father, there is your pa- per; now, mother, please give me something to eat, for I'm hungry as a wolf. Mother A. — Yes, Ned. Now father, read us the news. Harry A. — Father, Bob Mason was over last night, and wanted to borrow our plow, so I gave him the small one; was that all right? Ned A. — Oh, yes, that reminds me, father. I met the Smith boys on my way from town, and they want Harry and I to help them with their corn, and they are to help us with our oats. What do you say, father? Farmer A. (excited)— Let them try it, if they want to, and we'll whip them within an inch of their lives, the scoundrels! All. — What, whip the Smith boys? Farmer A. — No, no, certainly not; who said anything about them? I mean them scoundrels at Charleston, South Carolina. Why they threaten that if Major Anderson of Fort Sumpter is reinforced, they will fight. By the soul of Andrew Jackson, that's good! That smacks of nulification and Calhoun! Ned A. — Oh, Father, they will never do anything of the kind! They certainly know that we have men at the North, who can fight as well as they. Frank B.— Ned Allen! Don't mistake the position. We will fight and contest the Abolitionists of the North until the last man has fallen in de- fense of our beloved institutions. Major 13. — Spoken like my own boy, and, although I oppose these ultra -8— partisans, I still maintain that we have been driven to almost open resist- ance. Farmer A. — Now, come, Major, don't let us begin again. I have no heart for war. And you, of course, will not forget that you have been educated and commissioned by the United States government. And, in case of the open hostilities you mentioned yesterday, your honor and soldier's worth, would forbid such traitor-like conduct as desertion from the old Stars and Stripes, which your father and mine fought to protect. Major B. — Mr. Allen, what have our people of the South to expect? You have at last brought on the issue by the election of a Sectional President, and if we submit to his dictation, we will be no better than the slaves we own. Now all we ask, and this we demand, is, that you of the North will let us alone. Harry A. — Things at Washington look pretty bad just now. It was by mere nip and tuck that President Lincoln was allowed to take his seat. And appearances indicate that affairs may be worse. Farmer A. — Ah! that they do, my boy. I remember in 1812 when I was a boy like you, Harry, young and active; and when the British came up for our cotton bales, how our Yankee lads fought them, long and well. As a nation, we were then weak; but now, if united, (rise) we could whip the world! if we had but the spirit of Andrew Jackson instead of the pre- vious embecile administration. Should the traitorous villains dare to do it, by the eternal, we would hang them higher than Haman! Joe, bring my old sword!— my old sword, Joe! Ah! boys, there is a relic of by-gone days! I have wielded it often and with good effect. Every spot of rust is doubly hallowed; they are the imprints of its baptism in the cause of our nation's liberty! Mother A. — Oh, Father! please sit down; you are excited! Father A. — No, mother, I am not excited! Major, I tell you plainly, that our only hope is in the perpetuation of our Union. A division or secession, call it what you will, is disastrous, and will only end in the defeat and hu- miliation of the rash hand that dare support it! Frank B. — Mr. Allen, I may as well tell you the truth at once. (All rise.) South Carolina, our noble South Carolina, has made the first step for liberty and independence. Mississippi, Louisiana, Alabama and Tennes- see, will follow in her footsteps And my state, proud old Kentucky, will not be the last in the call for our protection! I know we are divided, but our voice is only withheld to await the overt treason of your abolition rep- resentative at Washington! Ned A. — Kate, don't be alarmed; go to mother. Frank, I am shocked at this announcement from you, and the spirit of wild ambition advanced in your argument. I know the generous impulses of your Southern people and am not misinformed as to their bitterness when opposed; but let them in their folly attempt the destruction of our government, why, Frank, the North could raise an army that would sweep you from the face of the earth, and our Union would rise again, Phcenix-like, from its ashes. Farmer A. — Major, when I look back to our younger days, I can but re- member how fast and firm our friendship has been. I am devoted to my friends, and I love my family. But higher than all, and next to my God, is my country and its flag. Sir, I love my boys; but if one of them should ut- ter, in my presence, the treason openly avowed by that bantling of seces- sion, I would smite him to the earth, and pray heaven, that he might never rise again. Frank B.— Mr. Allen Farmer A. — Silence, sir! I now demand that your son quit my house, at once and forever. No treason shall have my sanction. Nor shall the plant ever flourish under the roof of old John Allen. There is the door— go! Major B.— Enough, sir! We will prepare to go at once. Joe, bundle up our things at once; do you heart Uncle Joe. — Yes, sah! My goodness, Mastah Ned, did any person ever see sich a time as dis befoahV I tell you when my ole Mastah gits his mad up, den de fur flies, you bet. Major B. — Hold your tongue, and do as you are told, sir! Uncle Joe. — Yes, sah! Mother A. — Major Barton, let me ask that you will not be rash. Think twice. Do not leave our house in such rude haste. Nellie A. — Major, Mrs. Barton, Frank, let me ask that you will not for- get the respect due my father, and your own obligations as his guests. We have all been hasty, and I am sure my father and brothers will ask your pardon. Harry A.— No, Nellie, never! I desire that Frank Barton leave our house, never to return until he avow his wrong, and repeat his respect for the government he has just denounced. Frank B. — That, sir, I shall never do! Come, father, we have heard enough. Joe, you black rascal, bring all our things. ^ Mother A. — Oh! Mrs. Barton! Just one word before you go. Mrs. B. — Mrs. Allen, we have been warned long since of your northern predjudice. And believe me, Madame, it will be a long time before you have a second chance to repeat this insult. Major will you assist me to the room? Joe, bring all our things and follow me. [Exit L.) Uncle Joe.— Oh, say, Misses, don't do dis. I won't see nufnn but trouble for de next ten years to come. (Exit Joe.) Major B. — Farmer Allen, it seems too bad to leave your home this way. Let us at least part as friends. —10— Farmer A. — Major, I am sorry, indeed, and we will shake hands. Major B. — No, not until you recall your words to Frank, and make Ned and Harry apologize. _ Harry A. — That I shall never do, Major Barton! Ned A. — Apologize to him, for his rudeness and insult! No, Major Bar- ton, never! Frank B. — And I, for one, would never accept it. Ned Allen, you and I have been friends, fast and true. That friendship is now changed to hate, lasting and bitter hate. This day my father, mother and myself have been driven from your door like dogs, simply because we have dared to main- tain the rights of a people who never knew a master. Ned A. — Frank, they will find a master yet. Frank B. — Will they? Now hear me. Here do I swear, that I will bring sorrow and misery to your door; make your father bow his head with grief; while you sir, shall deeply regret the day you ever offered insult to Frank Barton. You and I shall meet again, and when we do, you shall have suffi- cient cause to remember! Ned A. — Frank, you ha've forgotten your dignity as a gentleman and our guest. In the presence of ladies, you might behave yourself. You may feel flattered that their presence has saved you, for I would forget my dig- nity, and hurl you from the door, like the dog that you are. Frank B. — Then come on! Farmer A. — Stop! Ned Allen, I alone command in this house! Ned A. — Father, I ask your pardon. This is your house. Farmer A. — Now, gentlemen, after what has transpired, will you have the kindness to leave the house'? Major B. — Come, Frank, follow your mother and we shall return to Ken- tucky at once. And this, I presume, is a specimen of your much-boasted Northern hospitality? (Exit L.) Ned A. — And is this a sample of your Southern chivalry? Frank B. — Ned Allen, you and I will meet again, when you cannot claim the protection of ladies. Ntid A. — Frank, I am only waiting for that time to come. Now go! (Exit Frank B. L.) Mother A. — Oh, father, this is dreadful! What will the people say? Farmer A. — I don't care a continental what the people say! (Squire Mason's knock Outside. L.) Mother A. — Father, sit down. Jimmie go to the door. Jimmie A. — Why, its Mr. and Mrs. Mason, Father! All. — Well, show them in,. Jimmie, bring them in. Jimmie A. — Come right in, Squire, come in. (Enter L, toith Mrs. M.) Farmer A. — Oh, ho! Squire, come in; you are just the ones we want to —11- see. I have strange and startling news, Squire, and it's my opinion it means war. Squire M. — Well, now, mother and I have just come from town, and we saw that every one was excited, running- this way and that; but I couldn't find out what was goin' on, so I just told mother, as we come along, that we would stop and find out of you, cause I knowed you'd have the paper. (Sound of Drum Outside.) Jimmie A. — Hip, hip, hurrah! Let her go again! That sounds like the Fourth of July! [Exit L.) Harry A. — That means news; there is something up, don't you think so, Father? Farmer A. — Ah! Sad, sad news, I fear! Kate A. — But Ned, you surely won't go — you must not leave me! Ned A. — Why, Kate, every drop of blood that courses through my veins is loyal, and, much as I love you, and all at home, if my country calls, I shall deem it my duty to go. Jimmie A. — (Enter L.) Oh! Ned! Here comes Tim McCarty and Bob Mason, and they are all going to town to enlist. You go, Ned, and you and I will go, Harry, and you too, mother. Mother A. — There, there, Jimmie, you couldn't go. Your father would never consent. Farmer A. — Why, he could do nothing but mischief and get himself into the guard-house. Jimmie A. — Pshaw! Oh, say, Ned! take me, too. I can drum — and lean — carry water. I can — hunt eggs, and I can, I can — steal hams from the rebels. (Exit L.) All.— What! steel hams! Mother A. — What! that child steal hams? Ned A. — There, mother, he is just a little excited. (Enter Bob Mason, Will Emmet, Tim McCarty. L.) Ned A. — Hello! Bob, I heard you were coming, and Will, too. And of all things, if here aint Tim. Why, Tim, what's the matter? Tim Mc. — Phat's the mather? Well, begorra, I think it's enough. The Union is all busted up. The Goddess of Liberty has a black eye, and I don't feel well mesilf. Come an be the powers we'll go to town and find out all about it. Farmer A. — Yes, get ready, and we'll all go, for I am sure there will be no work today. Jimmie A.— (Enter L.) Father, may I go? Oh, say, Harry, I'm going anyway ! Harry A. — Oh, I don't care. Go and hitch the horses to the big wagon. (Exit Jimmie. L.) —12— Mother A. — Father, if the boys leave home, how will you get the corn planted? Father A. — Oh, never mind the corn^ mother. We'll get it planted some way. Squire M. — Mother and I will help you, neighbor, then you help us. Farmer A. — That's it, Squire, we'll get along. Jimmie A. — [Enter L.) Come on, father, I've hitched the horses to the big wagon, and we are all ready to s tart. Mrs. Mason. — Well, come, fathei*, we must go too. Farmer A.— Hold on, Squire, wait and go with us. We can carry all just as well as not. Kate, where is my hat and cane? And bring my coat, too. Nellie, you help mother get ready. (Exit L. Mother, Kate, Nellie remain.) SCENE II. Ned A.— Enter L. with Harry A.; Bob M., Will E. and Tim McCarty.) Hold on, boys, let's stop and talk this matter over, for I think from what Frank Barton said, the South mean nothing but war. And they will never stop until they find that we of the North are really in earnest. Now if Harry and I will enlist, how many of you will go? Bob M.— I will, for one. Tim Mc. — Begorra, I'll go, as sure as me name is McGinnis. Will E. — Well; if you all go, I shan't be the only one to stay at home. I'll go, too. Harry A. — That's right. We'll all go in the same company. Tim Mc. — Well, how would it be if I-d be the Captain iv tne kempany? Ned A.— Why, Tim, you can go as commissary. Tim Mc. — Commitionary! phat's that? Ony thing good to eat? Ned A. — Why, yes, Tim. He has plenty, while others don't get a single bite. Tim Mc. — That's the place I'm luckin' fur. Put me in right off. Ned A. — Well, hold on, Tim. Before we have a commissary, we have got to have recruits. Now you have very winning ways, you know. Tim Mc. — Hov I? Well, I hov, thot's phat me girl says. Ned A. — Oh, well, never mind your girl. Suppose you go to town and make the boys a speech. How many do you think you could get to go? Tim Mc. — How many? Well, let me look it over. There's noine av me father's cousins, and eight of me own. And their name is all McCarty. I kin git about fourty-seven or sixty. Bob M. — You can? Well let us hear who they are. Ned A. — Yes, we want the name of every man, Tim. Tim Mc— Well, hear they are. There's Mike McCarty, Pat McCarty, Dinny McCarty, Con McCarty, Judy McCarty and -13— All. — Hold on, that's a girl. Tim Mc— Well, how the diyil can she help that? Don't we want a cook? Ned A. — No, Tim. Soldiers do their own cooking. Now I guess we've got this all right. Tim, can you run? Tim Mc. — Well, I suppose I kin. Give me a chance. Ned A. — Well, come here. Now when I count three you must start. All ready: One, two, three, go! (Bob trips Tim.) Tim Mc. — Hould on there, hould on! Show me the man that sthruck me, and I'll knock me brains out. I want you to understand I'm no phule. Ned A. — Oh! say, boys, that's not right! Here, Tim, come back and take another start. Now, boys, give him a fair chance. All ready — one, two, three, go! (Exit Tim B. Eater Joe. Business.) Ned A. — Why, Joe, I'm shocked! Uncle Joe — Well, I'm shocked myself! Say, who was that stepped on me just now? Ned A. — Why, that was Tim McCarty, Joe, don't you know him? Unkle Joe — If ever he does that agin, I'll bust him up the neck and kill him! Ned A. — Well, Joe, what brings you back here? I thought you started for home . Uncle Joe — My old mastah forgot de little sarpetcap, and he done tole me I must come back and git it; den I wanted to see you all, and tell you how mighty bad I felt 'bout dat fuss you had dis moimin', and I want to tell you dat I stan' on you're side 'cause you folks is all mighty nice people, and my ole mastah said dey must have come from de first families ob Virginny. And I guess he's 'bout right, too. Bob M. — Of course he's right, Joe; but I don't like Frank, and if I'd have been Harry I would have whipped him right in the house. Will E. — Well, Joe, your old master has gone away. Suppose you go with us. What do you say? Uncle Joe — Whar's you all goin'? Will E. — Ned can tell you. Ned A. — Why, Joe, we're going to town to enlist. Don't you know we're, going to have a terrible war? Uncle Joe — Oh, you git out! Who'se goin' to hab it? Ned A. — Why, the North and South, Joe; and I fear it will be a terrible struggle. , Uncle Joe — Why; what you goin' to hab it fur? Ned A. — Why, since you ask the question, Joe, I think it's all on account of you. Uncle Joe — Who? me? No, sah! 'tain't my fault! I neber got up any war wid any one! -14- Ned A. — Oh, no, not you individually, Joe, but your people. You see the South want to keep you in slavery, while we of the North want to set you free. Now your old master has gone back to Kentucky and left you here. Suppose you cut loose and go with us. What do you say? Uncle Joe — Why, what would you all do wid me if I go 'long wid you? Bob M. — You can go as cook, Joe. Ned A. — That's it! Can you cook, Joe? Uncle Joe — Yes, sah, I kin cook any ting. Ned A. — And you'll go with us? Uncle Joe — Why say, you all won't tell my ole mastah if I go long wid you all? Ned A. — Joe, the chances are he will never see or hear of you again. Uncle Joe — All right, dat settles it. I'll go! Ned A. — Now, boys, we've got a cook. Lets be off. Come, Joe! {Exit allB.) Jimmie A. — {Enter L.) Hold on, boys! Wait for me! • Uncle Joe— -Well, de Lord bless de little honey boy! • VVhar you goin', Jimmie? Jimmie A. — I am going to town with the boys. Uncle Joe — Is you goin' all by you'self? Jimmie A. — Yes, of course! Uncle Joe — Well, hole on; look aheah! You go foolin' roun' down thar, de boys 'ill step on you and kill you. Now I'm goin' down, too. You jist git aboard do ole man an' I'll carry you all de way, den you won't git so tired. See? Jimmie A. — All right, Joe, turn around here. {Exit B.) SCENE III. [Discovered — Capt. Clark sitting at table writing. Awkward Squad Drill.] Tim Mc. — {Outside with awkward squad. L.) Attention, betallion! Forward march! {Enter.) Lift, lift, lift, halt! Whoa! ho! Hould an! Don't run over me! don't you know enough to stop? I want you to understand the Captain is luckin' at yez! Now turn yer face this way an' stan' still till I spake to the Captain! How are yez, Captain? Cud I see yez a bit? Capt. Clark. — Yes, sir! What have you got here, Tim? Tim Mc. — I hov a lot av byes that want to go to war and kill somethin'or git killed thimselves— I don't care which. Phat do ye think I'd better do wid 'em? Capt. C— Well, they're a nice looking lot of fellows, Tim. Where did you get them? Tim Mc. — They all come from— {Mention something local.) Capt. C— Well, I guess you may drill them a little. Shoulder arms! or- der arms! present arms! &c. —15- Tim Mc— Oh! ho! Kape your aye on thim, Cap., they kin do that in style! Look out, byes, I'm going to drill yez, now. Whin I give the com- mand I want every man to move quick, fur the Captain has his aye on ye. Now here we go: Shoulder arms!— that's good! Order arms! — yer gitten bether all the toime! Present arms! [Business.) Hould an! Hould an! Git back! I don't want yer guns! Git back! Standstill! You done that well! I'm proud av ye! Well, Captain, did ye notice thot? Phat'll I do wid 'em now? Capt. C. — You may right face them and double them up. Tim Mc— ( Surprised.) Well, holy schmoke! Right face thim and double thim up! Upon me soul I belave it'll brake ivery man in two! Say, Cap- tain, do ye 'spose they kin stand it? Capt. C. — Yes, sir, 1hey must stand it! Tim Mc. — Well, I sippose I might as well begin on you, Gillhooly. Give me the gun! Now thin, hould up yer head and take it like a man! (Business.) Capt. C. — Hold, on there! What in thunder are you doing with that man? Tim Mc. — Well, begorra didn't you tell me to double thim up? Capt. C— Oh! no; not that way! Here, I mean to get them into two lines, this way: One — two — &c Tim Mc— Oh! yes, av course! I had a notion to do thot three or four times! Here, git in here! One — come in here! — thot's two. Come here! One— git in there! Thot's two. Come around here! L'hat are lookin' at? One — one — one, (business) two! There, Captain, phat 'ill I do nixt? Capt C — You may get them back into line and examine their arms. Look at each gun carefully and see that they are all ready for action. Tim Mc. — All right, Captain! Here give me thot gun till I see phat shape it's in. (Pass remarks about each gun. Last gun goes off accidentally. ) Capt. C. — Here, here, get these fellows out of this! Take them home! I don't want none of you! Cet them away, they are the worst 1 ever saw! Tim Mc — Come on, byes, we are goin' home! The Captain don't want us. Come on we're goin' home. Lift — lift — lift! Well, I guess I am lift! (Exit L.) ( Noise right side. ) Capt. C. — Hello! Here come the country boys — Ned and Harry Allen, Bob Mason, Will Emmit and all. Ned A. — (Enter with Harry, Bob and Will. B.) Hello! Captain, how are you? Is your company full? Capt. O— No, not quite, Ned. Do you all want to enlist? Bob M. — Yes, Captain, we've all come to enlist. Jimmie A.— (Enter with Joe. B.) Ho! whoa, Joe! Oh, Ned, you ran so fast I couldn't keep in sight. What are you going to do? Ned A. — Why, I'm going to send you home. Here, Harry, start him —16- home. Joe, what did you bring him here for? Uncle Joe — I didn't bring him! He brought me! Harry A. — Ned, don't enlist until father and mother, come — why, here they all come now! [Enter Father A., Mother, Kate, ''Squire Mason and Mrs. M. B.) Farmer A. — Ah! good morning, Captain; how are you. (Looks at roll.) Ah, ha! That looks like business. If I was only young, Captain! Capt. C. — Well, you have two fine boys here — they perhaps might take your place. They are strong and healthy. Parmer A. — Come on, Ned; you were ever my boy — my first born — but God knows I love you both, and if you want to enlist, you have my consent and blessing, and my prayers for your safety while gone. Harry A. — Ned, go and speak to mother and Kate. Ned A. — Kate, the Captain here is getting up a company, and the boys are all going. I would like very much to go. Will you give your consent? Kate A. — Oh! Ned! How can I say the word that will take you from me? Yet in this hour of our country's need and danger, I dare not withhold my consent. Go! and when all danger is over, return to me, if it be His will! Ned A. — Yes, Kate; I will return, if it be His will. Mother, we would not dare place our name on that roll without your consent and blessing Mother A. — My dear boys, I have ever taught you to speak plainly th