August 14, 1861 – From Fortress Monroe

Fortress Monroe, August 10—The steamship Quaker City arrived this morning with the prize schooner George G. Baker, of Galveston, and her confederate crew of four men in irons.

The schooner was captured by one of the United Slates blockading fleet off Galveston, and sent to New York, with a United States crew on board. She was captured yesterday off Cape Hatteras, by the rebel privateer York who put four of her own men on board. In the meanwhile, the York was seen by the United States gun boat Union, who gave chase and burnt the privateer, but not until the crew had beached her and escaped.

August 13, 1861 – Address to the Army from Gen’s Johnston and Beauregard

The following eloquent address of our Generals to the army under their command will excite the patriotic emotions of every Southern reader :

Headquarters Army of the Potomac,
Manassas, July 25th, 1861.

Soldiers of the Confederate States:

One week ago a countless host of men organized into an army, with all the appointments which modern art and practiced skill could devise, invaded the soil of Virginia. Their people sounded their approach with triumphant displays of anticipated victory. Their Generals came in almost royal state; their great Ministers, Senators and women, came to witness the immolation of our army, and the subjugation of our people, and to celebrate the result with wild revelry.

Demo Nominee Killed by Bull

Andrew S. Anderson, Candidate for Governor of South Dakota, Is Gored to Death by Animal

SIOUX FALLS, S. D., Aug, 11.—Andrew S. Anderson, Democratic nominee for governor of South Dakota, was gored to death early today at his farm near Beresford, S. D., 30 miles south of Sioux Falls in Clay county.

Details of the tragedy are lacking, but meager telephone reports to Frank Olds, county coroner, indicated that Mr. Anderson had gone to the pasture to take care of the stock when one of the bulls In his herd became enraged and attacked him.

August 11, 1861 – How McClellan Takes His Observations

A correspondent of the New York Tribune writing from Washington, says:

We may, perhaps, meet a man in a broad straw hat, and without his tale-telling shoulder-straps, riding slowly through the camp, looking intently at the men, and noting every item of their accommodations, and overhearing, without seeming to listen, every word of their much or little grumbling. Unless he happens to he personally known, few take notice of him, and the utmost of recognition he receives is from the wide-awake sentry, who demands his authority for passing through the lines. Yet if this man were to appear In all the gaudy paraphernalia with which the articles of war entitle him to bedeck himself, the musket of every sentry would be at the “present,” and the hand of every man and officer would visit his cap with respectful military salute—for this unostentatious man is an officer of high rank, on a quiet tour of observance. He may be a Brigadier General, or even a Major General, or it is not impossible that it is the now universally-trusted McClellan himself.