Marshall County Republican. (Plymouth, Ind.) 1856-1878, 1862-01-30
GENERAL McCLELLAN'S DREAM.
by WESLEY BRADSHAW.

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Two O'Clock of the third night after
General NcClellap's arrival in Washing.
ton to take command of the United States
Army. found that justly eminent soldier
porins over several maps. and reports Of
scouts.
AS the hour came toiling through the
night. together with the dull rumbling of
army wagons and artillery wheels. the
wearied hero. pushing from him his maps
and reports. leaned his forehead on his
folded arms upon the table before him. and
fell asleep so deep that even the occasional
booming of the heavy guns. being placed
in position on the entertainments, was in
sufficient to disturb it.
II could not have been slumbering thus
moro than ten minutes" said the General
to an intimate friend, to whom he related
the narrative. "when thought the door Of
my room. which had carefully locked was
thrown suddenly open. and soma one
strobe up to me. and. laying hand upon
my shoulder, said. in low. solemn voice:
General Mcclellan. do you sleep at
you post? Rouse you, or ere It can be pre-
vented. the foe will be on Washington"
"Never before In my life have heard a
voice possessing the commanding and even
terrible tone of the one that addressed me
these fearful words. And the sensation
that passed through me. as it fell upon my
ears. and cowardly shrunk into myself
at the thought Of my negligence. l can
only compare it to the whistling. shrieking,
sweep Of storm Of grapeshot discharged
directly through my brain. I could not
move. however. although tried hard to
raise my head from the table. As sense
of my willingness and yet helplessness 20
make snswer to the unknown intruder OPP
pressed me. l once more heard that same
slow. solemn voice repeat:
General Mcclellan, do you sleep at
your post?"
There was popularity about it this
time: it seemed as though Ia mere atom
of matter-was suspended in the centre Of
an infinite space. and that the voice came
from shollow distance all around me. AS
the last word was uttered l regained by
some fell and yet unknowa power. my vo
lition.x and with the change. the grape
shotdischarge sensation in my brain ocas-
ed, and strange but new one seized my
heart; one of huge rough icicle being
sawed back and forth through and through
me.
Il started up. or rather I should say
thought started up. for whether l was a
wake or asleep 1 am utterly unable to de-
eide. My first thought was about my maps
and. before my eyelids had half opened my
band was grasping them But this was
all. The table was still before me. and
the maps. all crumbled in my lightning
clutch, were still before me but everything
else had disappeared The furniture was
gone, the walls of the apartment wer'
gone. the ceiling was not to be seen. All
saw was the tableau am about to des-
cribe to you ~ a
My gaze was turned Southwark, ant
there spread out before me, was Hvin.
mcp. yes z living nap. that is the only ex
preston I can think Of as BETTING the
scens- In one grand coup .d'e1 my eye
took in the whole expanse of country, a
far South as the Gulf of Mexico aud from
the Atlantic ocean to the East. to the Mis-
sissippi river Westwardly.
''But before fully fixing my attention
upon the immense scene, however, / th. Z
of the mysterious yisitant. whose vote
had heard but moment previous AID.
looked toward him. An separation stoo
on my left. somewhat in front. It dis
lance Of about six feet from me. l sough
for his features. hoping to recognize him
But was disappointed. for the statute
lilso figure was naught but a vapor.
cloud. having only the general outlines {
. man.
This troubled me, and 1 was turnin
,tbs maites sxef in my mind, when q
shadow. visitor, in the same slow solem
tone as before said
General Nc lsllan, your time IS shor
Look to the Southward!'
II felt unsble to. resist has command
even had wished to do SO, and agaiI
tlsssfSrS, ny eyes were cast over The li'
ing map.
"Out on the Atlantic saw the warrior
.zseseols of the b]ocksding squadron. loon