llowed to charge
on cavalrymen and throw them off their horses.

It is said that during the late war no man ever saw a dead cavalryman,
but if the tactics of Mr. Davis had been adopted early in the war, the
mortality must have been fearful, and perhaps the result of the war
would have been different. We cannot be too thankful that Jeff didn't
think of that way of demoralizing cavalry before.

THOSE BOLD, BAD DRUMMERS.

About seventy-five traveling men were snowed in at Green Bay during a
late blockade, and they were pretty lively around the hotels, having
quiet fun Friday and Saturday, and passing away the time the best they
could, some playing seven up, others playing billiards, and others
looking on. Some of the truly good people in town thought the boys were
pretty tough, and they wore long faces and prayed for the blockade to
raise so the spruce looking chaps could go away.

The boys noticed that occasionally a lantern-jawed fellow would look
pious at them, as though afraid he would be contaminated, so Sunday
morning they decided to go to church in a body. Seventy-five of them
slicked up and marched to the Rev. Dr. Morgan's church, where the
reverend gentleman was going to deliver a sermon on temperance. No
minister ever had a more attentive audience, or a more intelligent one,
and when the collection plate was passed every last one of the travelers
chipped in a silver dollar.

When the sexton had received the first ten dollars the perspiration
stood out on his forehead as though he had been caught in something. It
was getting heavy, something that never occurred before in the history
of church collections at the Bay. As he passed by the boys, and dollar
after dollar was added to his burden, he felt like he was at a picnic,
and when twenty-five dollars had accumulated on the plate he had to hold
it with both hands, and finally the plate was full, and he had to go and
empty it on the table in front of the pulpit, though he was careful to
remember where he left off, so he wouldn't go twice to the same drummer.

As he poured the shekels out on the table, as still as he could, every
person in the audience almost raised up to look at the pile, and there
was a smile on every face, and every eye turned to the part of the
church where sat the seventy-five solemn looking traveling men, who
never smole a smile. The sexton looked up to the minister, who was
picking out a hymn, as much as to say, "Boss, we have stru