Xejcro Rfcrnllliff la Kfnlacky.“Going to try soldiering, are yon V§I inquired of in intelligent contraband whom I met in tbe road, harrying oq totho rendezvoas.“Yes, boss, I thought I’d go 'long with the rest of the boys.“Why did yon lenve yonr home f did'nt yoar roister treit you kindly ?“Yes, sib, mister ilwiys treated bin people very well. Plenty to eit end* good cloze. Bnt yon see, bow, it’s hifd for poor negro to work from one yeir’i end to mother and nothin'to show for it.-We didn’t nsed to think nothin’of if, bnt, yon see, there’s been so roach talk’ lately we got to thinkin* ibont it. Okt^ master said he'd giv’ as ill i hone apiece and a new suit of close if we'd* ■tay with him, and 1 thonght I'd stay,, bnt yon see tbe others left morn’ a weak ago, and ic wa3 kind o' lonesnra like,, and I cat ont too.”“Do you tnink it was right to leave-yonr master’ who always treated you* kindly, with no help ?” 0“Well, bo«9, it does look like a —— trick; bnt then yon know we most lookout for nnmber one. White folks does it,, and nigger will too. We’i done got ia rhe crop, and tho women and children* mast take it off. Desides oiggtr’g been* at the bottom of this fuss from theatarf,. an’ its nothiug mor’n right for Digger to* have a hftnd in tbe figbtinSuppose yon get killed ? A grape* shot would make an ugly hole in that hide of yours.“Well, I've thought of that; PH bar* to run the cbaoces. But if 1 stay at home a tree might fall on me.My colored friend smiled audibly at this sally of fstalistio wit, displaying * formadible row of ivories, competent to the pulverization of the hardest of bard tack, and I passed on. la a few moments I was arrested with—“I say, boss, ha* yon been • soldier man ?”I pleaded gnilty to a limited military experience, when my colored friend was urgent in bis request that I. ahonld “tell a poor nigger all abont it. I gave bin an idea of what he might expect, for which he expressed his thanks, and struck off for tbe rendezvous, expressing a do* termination to see it through.I askod another recrnit if all tbe negroes in Kentucky were going soldiering, “Pretty mnch all of ’em that are able, ssh, was the reply. “There ain’t non# of them left in oar neighborhood.People who dou'l own slaves and an subject to the draft, appear to be delighted with the movement. No more draft in Kentucky. is tbe gratified exclamation with which they accompany the robbing of their bands. Slave owners are gcnorlly sullen, and have little to say. One, however, whom I met, appears to take a rational and a philosophical view of tbe matter.D—“0 their black hides, said he, let ’em go. If they want to go and get riddled with canister or filled fall of buck-shot, why, let 'em. Mise have been more bother than they ware worth, for tba last three years, and I'm glad they're gone. They think there's bell now, but wait till the shells begin to fly around their ears, and they'll wish theywas back on the old farm. I'd a d *dsight rather a nigger would he killed than me, anv how, and I wortld'nt car# a d—o if every oigger in Kentucky, male aod.female. would go. And he gave a soort of edlf-approval. a look oat of the stage window at a passing flock of blackbirds in route for camp Nelson, and felt in bis pocket for a small pack' age of Bonrbon.I am not responsible for the pro* Unity of the above Kentucky gtbtlemsft. — Cor. Cm. Com.«•«■