Kissing the Baby.

Cromwell Argus, Volume I, Issue 8, 29 December 1869, Page 7

Kissing the Baby.

It was uiii'(> the lot of the writer U) (Iwell in I,ho white tents of 0.1114. Harrison in (horgia—in that lower partof the ,Statu whore families are always far between anil much more an in war times. weeks wo hail not seen a woman ora child. At Just the railroad through the camp wag repaired, and in the Ural train there wan a lady with a wide-awake, kicking baby, bumo hundreds ‘of rough soldiers were aiamud the ears, and Captain b>lorp, of the 07th Infantry, was the biggest and roughest among thorn, if wo judge the tree by i(g bark. Iho lady with the baby in her arms was looking out of the window, and ho took oil his hat and said, “ Madam, 1 will give you (mi dollars if you will lot mo kiss that baity.’ 1 One look at his bearded taco told her that there was nothing'bad in it, and, saying with a pleased laugh, “ 1 do not charge any lung for kissing my baby,” she handed it over, The little one was not afraid, and tlio bushy whiskers, an eighth of tin ell long, wore just the plaything it had boon looking for. More tb Hi I QUO kiss did the captain got from the little rod lips, and there was energy in the ling of the little arms. Then other voicessaid, “ Pass him over here, Cap.,” ami before (lie (rain was ready to move, half a hundred men had kissed the baby. It was oii its best behaviour, and kicked and crowed, anil tugged at whiskers, as only a happy baby can. It was an event of the campaign ; ami one giant : o.f a mountaineer, as he strode past us witli a tread like a mammoth, but with tear-dimmed eyes and rpiivcrimr lips, said, “ By George, it makes me feel and act like a fool ; but I’ve got one just like it at home.”— ApjJoloti’s Journal.