The western Democrat. [volume] (Charlotte, N.C.) 1852-1870, 1854-11-17
Horror. of Modern Warfare.

Horrors Of Modern Warfare.
Wur has re-appeared-war between civilized,
scientific, mechanical naions-bet"eens States that
have immense war establishments, national debts,
and all the rest Of j.. And war turns out TO be
lust the same as cver-ihe same uncOuth, dtsa-
RrpeabIr, savage, inhumnn Thing, that 1t ever was
since tho brpinning of history. il is still reck-
less malicious, waniUn, and absolutely envIOus
Of happiness and peace II still Producrs the most
miserable scenes, the widest adventures, the most
nerilous situations the most horrid calamltIeS, and
chose large mas.rs Of misery that men had thought
too vast and too hideous for these snug and quiet
times.
MOI to 90 further back, take the expedition as
IL arrives off the coast oil CrmPa. The soldiers
and suilors ure falling by scores under the stroke
of nh inscru:abIe pest. The amy lands, and
after all our rehrarSnls ut ChObhum, IL bivouacS
in the mud and IN rain. For several days II sui
fers an actual plague of thirst. Then comes The
march, on the very first day of which baggage IS
sacrificed, and the is left behind. Al last
the battle, tardy 10 those " no had expected
il, though only The beginning Of the end. II Is
no paper fight. The carnage. confusion, irats OF
daring the confusion OF thOust Dds with thousands,
the medley of the vctors and the vnnquished, are
those oil the old battles. Then, after a night oil
triumph and horrid suffering, the sun rises on
thousands grOahing, wrIhRg, and IN worse ago.
mics Of thirst, over the bloody field The writer,
himself rncked with fever, described the melan-
choly burying OF the dead, and the slow Proces-
sion Of the wounded, borne on the shoulders OF
the survivors, the rude carts OF The country,
To the distant shore. One by one they die on the
field, on the journey, on the beach, the boats,
on board the floating hospitals. They that es-
capped the battle, and were its mos. conspicuous
heroes. do not escape The pest One by one they
too, f-l.
The march is renewed in the doubtful morning
twilight. On the one side is heard the solemn
hymn OF triumph, raised by the vIctors from the
heights they had gained, and on the other slde
stretched over the field, is seen dark mass, hall
living, half dead They are the Russian wounded
LETT behind, and in the midst of them, like the
last man." solitary surgeon, left to do what he
could with that world of misery, his only hope of
success and even OF his life, being the chance
that his mission would be understood and recog-
Missed by the rude enemy certain soon TO surround
him. Follow the advancing columns. Few com.
forts and little rest have they gained by thor VIC
tory. They suffer in rapid succession the burn
ing sun, the nightly chill, and the morning dew.
They enter villages, and find desoa'ion, for the
Cossncks have been before them.
What is spared they lay waste themselves, rs
it were in rivalry. Surprised to find splendid
mansions, furnished with every elegance and lux
ury, in q country which they had heard was a
pesIenrial desert, they admire and Destroy
Weary and thirsty, they rush into gardens, orch.
ards and vineyards, and devour till they sicken
and die. The scene in which Englishmen act
this part is just such we should witness il our
enemies should find themselves the suburbs of
this metropolis. In this mirror we sec what we
should have to endure. But to proceed, In this
well appointed army we have a days work Of sew.
enreen hours, night march in which whole regi.
ments lost their way. Even in the day portion
oil the army fluids itself almost within the fire OF
Sebast0po and the commander, chief, with his
staff, comes suddenly a Numerous Russian di-
vision, which, fancyirg itself surprised. flies, and
is routed with sIaught and loss of haggage.-
Then the scene changes TO the quiet land locked
bay, or ''moURtain tarn' Of Balaklava, filled with
huge ships, got there one knows how, deliver
ing ponderous cannon and mountains Of shot. But
still the pursuing, interchangeable pest, 1t attacks
new regiments. and does not cease the work Of
death in the pauses OF the campaign.
Has war changed its charucterl There is not
circumstance in these narratives that is not COM
mon TO oil wars and, unfortunately, all that we
read Of in youth, when wars had ceased
through all the world, reapPears with sad fidelity.
Ii is impossible to restrain the license Of sOldery,
when the foe himself sets the example
Of destruction Yet this is unavoidable, for self
preservation compels a reirra.ing army TO leave q
deser, behind it. A desert il does leave. Germa.
ny has not yet recovered from the effects OF the
thirty years war. and the armies that have passed
over the land. War 10 not game, nor yet is it
like the cheap and easy vengeance Of the wealthy
against the poor, or the many against the few. 1t
is q work Of risk. One thing alone is certain
about it, and that is a community of danger and
hardship. The officer and the private alike
exposed to the bullet and the pest and, unhappi-
ly for us. &c war 10 in all respects unchanged, so
also Is that courage and endurance, both Of officer
and soldier, which have for many tri-
umphs. and on which, and on our good cause, We
may still uustfully rely.-London Times.
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