Daily State sentinel. [volume] (Indianapolis, Ind.) 1861-1865, 1862-09-18
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December live marched through War
rensbure at "shouldered arms" while our
band awoke the thrilling strains of the % Red
White, and Blue" tune dear to the heart of
every true son OF Columbia.
The vacabond looking crowd, with their
hands rammcd down into their breeches pockets
to the elbows, gave us hang-dog look from
the sidewalks, or slunk around the corner of
some dilapidated habitation making room for
us to pass. Only one voice welcomed back
the old flag and that was woman's voice. /
learned afterwards that she was the mother of
that well known patriot Captain Foster; a tear
stood in her eye when il rested for moment
ON that "flag of the free hearts hope and hom;e"
but when she glanced along that line of bright
STEEL the terrible fire OF woman's undying re-
venge, flashed from her eve like lightning
from cloudl Then her mind wandered
back to her own brave son who sleeps under
the green sod OF the western prairie.
On towards evening, a battery and two
battalons of Cavalry came charging by and
gave us to understand in tones, not TO be mis-
taken that there was warm work to be done
ahead. That work, however was not reserv-
ed for the 18th We came up rapidly, but
when the dark outline OF the stream appeared,
instead of line of battle, we saw only the
headquarters tents of General Pope. We
marched past them, halted and came to front"
Then the command by the right of compan-
les. to the rear into column, gave us to un-
derstand that this was our camp, and gave
death blow at the same time to all our san
culinary anticipations. The men now swore
fiercely, and at random-cursing everybody
in general, and their own bad luck in partlcu-
lar. Sometime in the evening General Davis
came into camp with thirteen hundred pris-
oners and any amount of arms, horses and
equipments. We woke up and gave a strag-
ling cheer, or two, and then lay down to
dream "a la Mercutio's soldier" in Romeo and
Juliet. The next morning the merry notes OF
the Bugle rang cheerfully on the frosty air.
4 At an early hour we were on the road About
. 10 O'Clock A. NJ. heavy snow storm set in,
and continued with undated fury till late in
the afternoon. We camped on a small stream
which the darkies called Red Rose Run"
The next morning 1t was showing hercely,
and with gloomy forebodings We took the road
for Georgetown. The country was mostly
broken prairie, and the cold Northwest
winds of winter as they swept the whitening
wastes, caused many volunteer 10 curse the
unlucky star that marked him for soldier.
We passed through Georgetown in the after
.
The snow was now eight inches deep, and
falling rapidly. We pitched tents to keep Off
l the chilling winds which swept relentlessly
over the rocky unsheltered slopes and bound
less plains.
Never viii forget that terrible night-aS
| folded my blanket around me, and lay down
in the snow, thought OF the Russian at
Eylau! perhaps something more horrible flit
ted across my mind, but weary nature soon
passed TO the sunny land of dreams. The
next day we escorted our prisoners TO Sedalia,
and saw them safely aboard the cars. The
next morning, which was the Esd found
us on the road bright and early for the la
inc We pitched tents that evening on the
banks of the silvery stream. 1t was like home
TO the Indiana Volunteer, pleasant memories
grouped themselves together in fantastic
wreaihs around his heart, and added a tinge of
romance TO the already enchanting stream
But the volunteer has gone into camp, and as
we do not particularly fancy camp life, espec-
ially in the Winter, we will leave him for
awhile TO mediate on the truth and aptness
of the following lines suggested by the scene.
Deccmber's chilly winds swept DER
MsSouri's cherries plains,
The God of day smiles here no more.
Old Winter reigns again.
The fsost CLEANS on the wiihered grass,
The ice creeps DER the stream,
The lark has ceased his song of joy
And shrill the ravens scram.
Spring viii return the sun again
Will deck the flowers in green,
They die, bui death j. not their doom,
Though winters breath Is keen.