The Sedalia Weekly Bazoo

DUKE'S GUERRILLAS.

"Oh, You Sweet Confederate, the Yanks Are Coming."

From the Washington Sunday Herald.

Basil Duke, a noted cavalry officer under Morgan, has been at the capital during the week. Duke is a very handsome man.

His eyes are dark brown, his features are clear cut and ruddy. A flowing black moustache and beard hide the lower part of his face. Although nearly fifty years of age, he does not look over thirty-five.

He is a lawyer, with a fine practice in Louisville, where he is very popular.

His figure is still as slim as when he used to rush up and down the country on a crazy thoroughbred at the head of a regiment of free lances.

One day during the war a detachment of his troops were moving through the northern part of Kentucky. Dick Wintersmith's son was in the band and its leader. The guerrillas were worn out and hunted down.

Their horses were nearly foundered,

The men were ragged and dirty. They halted for a rest near a seminary for young ladies, all sympathizers with the confederacy.

Out came the ladies when they saw the gray coats. They brought out food, drink and armfuls of flowers.

They hung the flowers around the hunted men, and sang out in musical chorus, "Oh, you darling confederates."

A struggling confederate, fat, greasy and ragged, came pounding up at this, flogging a jaded jack along, swearing because he could not keep up with his better mounted associates.

He was just in time to hear the invocation of the young ladies. He yelled out, "Oh, you sweet, darling confederates, the Yanks are coming!"

There was a bolt at this. The laggard pounded on behind, swearing,

'Oh, you--sweet darlings, I hope the Yanks will get you!" The federals were right at his heels. The flying confederates wheeled in their saddles,

laughing at the certain capture of the slow rider. Suddenly the tired horse stumbled, fell, and threw the fat rider over into a ditch where he escaped notice, while a detachment of federal troops headed off the main band and captured every one but one man, who was saved by having the poorest horse. The prisoners never heard the last of "Oh, you sweet, darling confederates!"