While Southern suns upon you beat, Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys! You sternly march the foe to meet, Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys! Two winters, numbered with the past, Have o'er you swept with stormy blast, Since home's dear walls inclosed you last; Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys! By Richmond's fields, baptized with blood, Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys! By precious dust 'neath Shiloh's sod, Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys! By every martyred hero's grave, By sacred rights they died to save. We'll cherish in our hearts the brave Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys! While yet a vacant place is here, Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys! From hearts and homes will rise the prayer, Hoosier boys! our Hoosier boys! "God bless our gallant men and true, And let foul treason meet its due!" That faithful hearts may welcome you Home again, our Hoosier boys! CHAPTER XVI. Old Stonnicker and Colonel Marrow, of 3d Ohio -- General Garnett and his Dogs -- "Are You the Col-o-nel of this Post?" -- Profanity in the Army -- High Price of Beans in Camp -- A Little Game of "draw." OLD STONNICKER AND COLONEL MARROW, OF 3d OHIO. A Peculiar specimen of the "genus Virginia" had a great deal of trouble while our army was encamped at Elkwater. Stonnicker's fences and sugar-camp were used for fire-wood, corn-field for fodder, apple-trees stripped. Stonnicker's family were sick. One of his oldest gals had the "soger's fever." He "guessed she must o' cotched it from either the 3d Ohio or 17th Ingeeana Regiment, as the officers kept a comin' there so much." One day he sent for Colonel Marrow, and the Colonel obeying the summons, Stonnicker said: "Colonel, one of my children is dead, and I haven't any thing to bury the child in." The Colonel, a kind-hearted gentleman, had a neat coffin made; lent the old man horses and an ambulance, and attended personally to the burial, at which the old man took on "_amazingly_." An hour or two after the funeral, old Stonnicker strolled up to the Colonel's quarters. "Colonel," said he, as the tears rolled down his cheeks; "Colonel, what shall I do?" The Colonel, thinking he was mourning over the loss of his lately-buried child, replied: "O, bear up under such trials like a man." "Wal, I know I orto; but, Colonel, can't you do something for me? It is too bad! I feel so miserable! Boo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!" "O, come, be a man," said the Colonel; "any thing I can do for you shall be done, willingly." "O, Colonel! I knowed it; I knowed it. My old woman allers said you was a fust-rate feller; and, Colonel, ef you'll only pay me for them two stacks of hay your men took from my field, I shall be mighty glad, for I want the money." It is needless to say that the Colonel's sympathies instantly ceased, and, turning on his heel, he might have been heard to say, "O, d----n you and your hay." GENERAL GARNETT AND HIS DOGS.