The Tiffin weekly tribune. (Tiffin, Ohio) 1859-1868, 1861-12-27
GEN. McCLELLAN'S DREAM
BY WESLEY BRADSHAW.
Republic, O.

Two o'clcck of the third night ater
Gen. McClellan's arrival in Washington
to take cummard of the United Stat
Army, found that justly eminent soldier
pouring over sevsral maps, and reports o.
scouts.
As the hour came telling through tho
night, together with the dull rumbling o
army wagons and artillery wheels, the
wearicd hero, pushing from him his mar,
aud reports, leaned his forehead on his
folded orms upon the table before him
and fell aslSop so deep that even the oc.
casional booming Of the heavy guns, be.
ing placed in position on the entrench.
ments, was insufficient TO disturb IL.
81 could not have been slumbering thus
more than ten minutes" said the Gen.
to an intimate friend, to whom he relatet q
the narrative, "when thought the door oI
my room, VIII hich had carefully locked
was thrown suddenly open, and some one
strobe up TO ne, and, laying hand upon
my shoulder, said, in slow, solemn
voice:
"General Nc CleRGn, do you sleep al
your post? Rouse yon, or ere IL can be
prevented, The foe piH be on Igasain gton!"
"Neyer before in my life have | heard
q voice possessing tho commanding and
even terrible tone OF the one that address
scd me these fearful words. And the
sensation that passed through me, as il
fell upon my ears, and cowardy shrunk
into myself at the thought Of my negli-
gonce. can only compare il to the
whistling, shricking. sweep Of storm of
grape shot discharged directly through my
brain. ] could not move, however, al.
though tried hard TO raise my herd front
the table. Asa sense of my willingness
and yet helplessness to make answer to
the unknown intruder oppressed me,
once moro heard tlat same slow, solemn
vice repeat:
"Generd Nc eCieHaa, do you sleep at
gtdr Post!'
-"fhere was peculiarity about It this
timej itseemed as though Ia mere atom
Of mnttcI-was suspended in the centre
Of ar Infinite space, and that the voice
came from hollow distance all around
me. As the last word was uttered / re-
gained, by some feH and yet unkReien
power, my volition, and with the change,
the grape-shot, discharge sensation in my
brain ceased, and a strange but new one
seized my heart; one as OF a huge rough
icicle being sawed back and forth through
and Through me. .l..
81 started up, or rather should soy !
thought ] started up, for whether j was
awake or asleep am utterly unable TO
decide, My first thought was about my
maps, and, before my eyelids had half
opened my hand was grasping them. But
this was all. The table was still before
me, and the maps, all crumbled in my
clutch, were still before me; but
everything else had disappeared. The
furniture was gone, the walls of the apart
ment were gone, the ceiling was not To be
seen. All | saw was the tableau | am
about to describe to you.
"My gaze was turned Southword. and
there spread out before me, was living
map, yes iiring map, that is the only ex-
preston can think of as beftting the
scene, In one grsnd coup daa my eye
took in the whole expunse Of country, as
far sonth as the Gulf Of Mexico and from
the Atlaptie ocean on the cast TO the Mis-
sisslppi river westwardly.
( "Bnt before fully fixing my attention
upon tho ifnmenss scene. however.