Holmes County Republican. [volume] (Millersburg, Holmes County, Ohio) 1856-1865, 1862-03-27

rylng them OF. The rebels stare ike oe-
mons out of malignant eyes, and curse
through frm-set teeth.
Triumph is about to crown our efforts,
when large force of the enemy, repulsed
by Gen. Davis from that section of Pea
Ridge known as Lection, throngs TO the
rescue, A dozen eombats over the guns,
and the contest is still undecided when
the darkness gathers, and through the
night the enemy are seen bearing off their
twice captured, twice re-eaptured guns.
Nature is no longer an impartial witness.
She draws the curtain, and the camp fires
blaze along the roads and light the trees.
Mans Pandemoniam is profaning the holy
night.
Midnight comes; and the scattered
words of the sentinel are heard; and the
Federalists and rebels are sleeping on their
arms, dreaming as it may be, Of the time
when they were friends and brothers, and
America had not become one vast military
camp.
The stars, too are keeping watch on the
battlements of Heaven. They challenge
no one. They seem TO say to all the wea-
ry and worn, "Come hitler! Here's peace y
Speak they, or be forever silent, theirs
are many spirits in the air seeking the
peace that is not of earth.
= THE THIRD DAYS BATTLE.
AT six o'clock our guns opened on the
enemy, and our fire was returned from
twenty pieces. The firing did little harm.
The enemy's shots passed over our heads.
Our cause was growing darker.
This day must win or loose the battle.
As yet the fortunes of war inclined not to
our side. We have reason to be alarmed,
but hope and courage are strong counsel
lors, and add strength to weak arms.
Gen. Sigel observes new positions for
our operations. We plant six batteries at
different points commanding their princi-
pal forces. A fire of ball is shattering the
space with its roar.
The enemy's list of mortality is swelling.
They do not understand out great advanta-
ges. They turn pale, and hesitate to ad-
vance. No lime is given them for refec-
ton. They are seiged on their souls per-
plexity, while judgement losses in fevered
sleep:
Our army moves forward.
Our entire infantry is engaged. The
rebels meet our dreadful volley of musket-
ry for a quarter of an hour, but their f.
ing slackeus.
Still our batteries are forcing the verdict
of the outraged nation in their startled
souls.
The cannon answered the musketry-
the musketry replies tothe cannon.
Every inch of the ground appears alive
with troops. Every twig and dry leaf
seems blaze. The balls are flying like
the large drops of summer shower. The
Pentec0st of war is deesadiag
The rebels can endure no longer the
sheet of fame out of which go death and
pain in a thousand forms. They have lost
their faith in the bad cause and themselves.
They are panic stricken. They fly,
and a roar of victory follows them as the
waves of the river the lean and hungry
shore.
They turn not back. Two of their Gen
erals have received their mortal wounds,
and the word is: "Saye himself who can"
The Yankees have beaten them, and
their star has set over the yerdureless ridge
of this hard-fought field.
The birds twitter over head. The sun
shines warmer and clearer. The atmos-
phere of blood is purified by The feeling
that it was shed in sacred cause.