398 MAJOR JOHN F. LACEY 



prisoners in the front rank and give us a taste of Mul- 

 ligan's fire, but his suggestion did not meet with much 

 favor among the Confederates. 



One day the order came for Colonel Green's regiment 

 to get ready to take their places behind the hemp bales 

 from which the enemy fired on the Union works. They 

 all lighted fires and commenced to mold bullets and went 

 to the front. One of them was killed that day and several 

 wounded, and on their return they were very sullen and 

 sad in the evening, and Ben Roar did not come around to 

 sing his favorite song about Dives and Lazarus : 



' ' The dogs came along and they licked his sore-um 

 Oh, bless God, glory halleloojerum-um 

 Oh, Mr. Dog, won 't you lick a little more,-um 

 Oh bless God, glory halleloojerum-um." 



How remarkable is the human memory ! How many 

 valuable things I have forgotten, and yet this senseless 

 jargon of good natured Ben Roar no doubt will stay in 

 my remembrance whilst I recollect anything. 



Mulligan surrendered for want of water, and his men 

 were paroled and turned loose to march to the Hannibal 

 and St. Joe Railway. After they had gone one day the or- 

 der came for our little squad, now enlarged to twelve, to 

 go to General Price's headquarters. Price was a benevo- 

 lent looking gentleman with a combination face, half 

 Quaker and half Presbyterian. His cheeks were rosy 

 and a pair of little English side-whiskers set off his wholly 

 unmilitary looking countenance. 



His adjutant told us to hold up our hands and take the 

 oath, "Not to take up arms against the state of Missouri, 

 or the Confederate States of America, during the exist- 

 ing war unless exchanged," etc. 



We were then turned loose and ferried over the river. 

 At Richmond, four miles north, an old judge invited our 



