Sioux City register. [volume] (Sioux City, Iowa) 1858-1871, 1862-03-29

pacing sentinels, and their sullen- looking
barbette guns. Ny eyes followed the ocean
line all the way round into the Gulf, to
New Orleans, aud thence up the Mississip.
pi, Fort Pickens, and in fact, every fortii-
cation along this water boundary, beheld
with as much distinctness as you, sir, see
that corporaPs guard passing there.
This sight filled me with delightful SUR
prise but it would be utterly impossible
for me to describe the ecstastic amazement
that followed, as within the limits men
ton, my eyes took in, in minute but light
ninglike detail, every mountain range,
every hill, every valley, every forest, every
meadow every river, every city, every
camp, every tent, every body Of men, every
eartbwork, every cannon, and may say,
dispensing with further detail, every living
and every dead thing, no matter wha. its
bulk or height.
My blood seemed to stop in its channels,
with JOY as thought that the knowledge,
aud thereby advantage, thus given to me-
would insure speedy and happy termina-
ton of the war. And this one idea was
engrossing my mind, when once more, that
slow, solemn voice, said:
"Gen. Mcclellan, take your map, and
note what you behold. Tarry not; your
time is short"
l started, and glancing at the unearthy
speaker, saw him extend his arm and point
southwardly
Still saw no features. Smoothing out
the largest and most accurate of my maps,
| seized pencil, and once more bent my
gaze over the living map As looked
this time cold, thrilling chill ran over
me, and the huge rough icicle again began
its saving motion through my heart. For,
as, pencil, in hand, I compared the map
before me with the living map, saw mas
ses Of the enemy's forces being hurried to
certain points; to thwart movements that,
within day or two intended to make at
those very points; while on two particular
approaches to Washington beheld heavy
columns of the foe posted for a concen.
trated attack, thai instantly saw must
succeed in its Get unless speedily pre-
vented
Treachery treachery |" cried in des-
pair. Aud, as before, my blood seemed to
stop in its channels for JOY, it now did so
for fear. Ruin and defeat seemed to stare
me in the face. At this dreadful moment
that same slow, solemn voice struck once
more upon my ears, saying:
"Gen. Mcclellan you have been betray-
cd and, had not God wiled otherwise,
ere the sun Of to morrow had set the Con
federate flag would have hoa,ed above the
Capitol aud your own grave. Your time
is short.
Ere the word, had left the lips Of my
vapory mentor, my pencil was flying with
the speed of thought, transferring to the
map before me all that saw upon the
living map. Some mysterious and un'
earthly influence was upon me, and not
ed aud recorded the minutest point |
bebeld without the slightest effort, delay,
or mistake. At last the task was done,
and my pencil dropped from my fingers.
For while previous to this, however, l
had become conscious tha, there was
shining Of light on my left, that steadily
increased until the moment ceased my
task, when it became in an instant more
intense than the MONDAY sun. Quickly
raised my eyes, and never, were to live
forever, will forget what | saw. The dim
shadowy figure was no longer dim shad-
owy figure, but the slorifed and relulgent
spirit Of Washington, the Father Of his
country, and now a second time its saw
our. My friend, it would be utterly useless
for me to attempt to describe the mighty
returning spirit. can only say that Wash.
ington, as l beheld him in my. dream, or
trance, as you may choose to term II, was
the most God.like being could have con-
ceived Of Like weak, dazzled bird,
sat gazing at the heavenly vision. From
the swee. and silent repose Of Mt. Vernon
our Washington had risen to ouce more
encircle aud raise up, with his saving Arm
our fallen, bleeding country. As con.
tinued looking, IN expression Of sublime
benignity came gently upon his visage,
and for the last time, heard that slow,
solemn voice, saying to me something like
this
"Gen. Mcclellan, while yet in the flesh,
| beheId the birth Of the American Repab.
lic. Il was indeed, . hard and bloody one,
but Gods blessing vas upon the nation,
and, therefore, through this her first great
struggle for existence, he sustained her, :