"There" said Cyrus PALMER, at the G.A.R. fair, as we leaned over the railing at the relic department, "is a sash I took from a Rebel General TRACY, at the battle of Thompson's Hill, or as some call it, Magnolia Hill, in Mississippi, on the first day of May, 1863."Well, tell me about it", said the Register reporter. "Oh, there was nothing very wonderful about taking it," said Cy.; "you see, we had just charged a battery and captured it. Gen. Tracy was standing between two of the guns, blazing away with his revolver, to the last. He was a brave fellow and paid the cost of his courage. for he fell pierced, I expect, by fifty bullets. I took the sash from his dead body as he lay between the guns, ghastly and bloody."

"Was it a big fight I asked the reporter?"

"Oh, yes. I belonged to the 22nd Ky. Regiment, Co G. and we were in the 13th army corps, commanded by Gen. MeCLERNAND. He brought on the fight and would have got licked, if it hadn't been for Gen McPHERSON coming up with his corps; and then we whipped them."

"Were you in any tight place that day?" "Well yes; the battle was full of tight places for us all, for there were a good many killed; but as to individual experience, there was a little circumstance that I never will forget. It was a pretty warm day, and a battle you know, makes a fellow awfully thirsty.

During a little lull in the storm, I thought I would go into the canebrake, a short distance where there was a spring, and get me a drink. Of course, I was not thinking of any danger and only kept my eyes watching for the spring.
Pretty soon I leaned to it and, as I had no cup, I threw myself down on my knees and bent forward. in the good old spring fashion, and took a drink of the clear, bubbling water. When I had got my fill, I rose, and just as 1 got my head erect, every hair on it fairly stood up from fear, for right in front of me, only a few paces) was a reb soldier with his gun aimed right at me. I had no time for anything, neither to think nor to act, for I had already given myself up for gone. "Bang!" went the rifle; it seemed like a double shot; I felt the ball bum my forehead as it whizzed by, and I fell backward, not knowing whether to die or live; but just as I fell back, I thought I saw the Johnny tumble also. In a moment I raised my head again and saw, by my side, Corporal LAWHORN, of my company, intent on finding if I was hurt or not and finding I was all right went on to tell me how it happened.

He said he was going to get a drink, too and as he neared the spring, saw me stooping to get a drink, and also, the reb opposite waiting til I raised up, so as to shoot, when he, Lawborn, drew a bead on the fellow and banged away, just as the reb shot, and as luck would have it Lawhom beat the reb shooting.

We went over there to where the Johnny lay, and found that the ball had struck him fair in the forehead, but had ranged upward, and came out of the top of the head. He didn't quiver after the ball hit him. Now, don't you think that was a close call for me?" "Indeed, it was Cy.; but where is Lawhorn; it occurs to me that you would want to thank that man once a month, or so." "I would like to see him" said Cy.; but the last I heard of him be had turned Methodist preacher and is now down in Arkansas trying to convert the heathen.

"Thanks, Cy."

"Oh, don't mention it."