The following article appeared in the Minnesota Signal of Bigelow, Minnesota on July 15, 1898. It relates the story of a member of the 15th Minnesota, Co H, was treated when he tried, at the last moment, to avoid being sent to war. Many of the men were undoubtedly fearful, but few acted on their fears. This shows the fate of one who did!
WHERE IS HE?
A HOT TIME IN TOWN!
THEY SHELL WITH EGGS
Last Saturday night was a wild and woolly one for Bigelow, and
were in great demand. The facts as near as learned are as follows: A
man of this city, if such he may be called, joined the Nobles
County Volunteer Company, making a great display and show thereby,
but when said company was called to St. Paul last Wednesday, week, to
mustered in and become a part of the 15th Regiment, Minnesota
said young man, at the last moment, pleaded sickness, whether real or
we know not, and sneaked out in the most cowardly manner, preferring to
remain at home. Indignant citizens, however, concluded to give the boy
a taste of what they thought of such unprincipalled conduct and
lined up along the streets, concealed in potato patches, alleys, etc.,
late last Saturday evening to intercept him as he returned after
his "adored one" to her fathers house. About 11 o'clock, night,
the manly form of the soldier who fought in his mind,
up at the head of the street, the shriek of "Spaniard" pierced the
from a dozen throats, as ker-biff an egg caught him just below the
ear. He stopped, surveyed the surrounding landscape as would a hunted
gave a startled snort and bounded forward, filling the eyes of his
with sand and roots as he cleared ten feet at a jump. As the patter of
his feet vibrated through the silent city, ker-swat, biff, biff,
came the joyful sound of hen fruit, as it played a tattoo on the
form of the sham volunteer. He paused not for fences, doors or ditches,
but would drive his body right up against them as would a housed bird
a window pane. As he reached his own door, his father appeared, anxious
to discover the occasion of the turmoil, just in time to receive an egg
square in the mouth, rattling out a hat full of teeth, more or less. It
is a shame that the old gentleman got hit, and those participating in
riotuous proceedings should be more careful in the future. While the
brigade was concealed in a potato patch hard-by, the hour being 11
at night, a woman of questionable repute, from Worthington, drove up to
a batchelors shanty and playfully rapped on the door, and it is quietly
rumored that more eggs will probably be in demand. Next morning a broad
smile graced the features of many citizens.
Minnesota Signal, Bigelow, Minnesota, July 15, 1898.