Pomeroy weekly telegraph. [volume] (Pomeroy, Meigs County, Ohio) 1860-1866, 1862-10-31

age" the news took us very much
aback We should have doubted the
truth Of the report, but for the fact that
elders Simpson and Earhart, who we
were assured were the hospital Chap
lains, were giving earnest exhortations
to the patients, with fair prospect of
revival. "We tell the tale as twas told
US" by the ''reliable gentleman" and
''intelligent contrabands,' lying around
loose in the vicinity.
We can scarcely restrain our indigna-
tion at the "worse than Austrian despo-
tism," which rules the hour under the
sway of the tyrant, Lincoln, crushing
out the "freedom of the press, and pro-
hibiting full report of the sanguinary
contest, which sent so many bruised
and mangled to this hospital. We are
not, therefore, permitted to give the
names of the commanders, the numbers
ofthe forces engaged, nor the result of the
battle. And this is to be regretted,
more for the sake of the gallant contest
ants, than for the restraint imposed on
the "liberty of the press" even.
For many hero is more indebted to
the pen of the historian than to his own
sword, for the laurel wreath that is
made to encircle his immortal brow. On.
B.-we noticed tn at most of those present t
had their brows encircled with sticking
plasters, and not laurel y However
daring the deeds of noble doing" up.
on the ensanguined battle field, the rec
ord, although written in blood, fades
with tie passing shower, and leaves tn e
mighty actors to everlasting forgetful
ness, unless the pen comes to their res
cue and gives to admiring millions their
chivalric exploits on the enduring pages
of impartial history.
The full record of the startling scenes
which sent these wounded men to this
hospital must be left to other times,
when the shackles shall be removed
from the press and men have again
achieved their lost rights.
Weare permitted, however, to say that
on the 21st day Of October, in the year
of grace, 1862, upon the hitherto peace
full plains of the classic Thomas Fork,
in the Western Hemisphere, occurred
one of those great events, which mark
the steps uf the worlds progress as mile
stakes do the distances on a mud turn
pike.
All nature seemed to conspire in the
effort to surround the scene with all the
auxiliaries, which should accompany a
grand tragedy.
The frost had just touched, with its
magic pencil, the fields and forests,
turning the sensitive leaves of the toe
susceptible gum tree" to a crimson
glow, as if prophesying the vital cur
rents so soon to gush in bloody streams
from smashed aud damaged noses.
The "Papaw' and the "Butternut'
! Representatives Of the two extrems Of
''savageism' and "chivalry y'-had just
| cast off TIL masks Of summer drapery
that they mi ght get clearer view of tn e
| impending struggle; and all the 9th er
trees looked sad and sombre as discon-
soiate '.patriarch" when ':contra band
skedaddles.
The frogs, that so long had held high
concert in the rippliug waters of the
placid and beautiful Thomas Fork, as il
pernaturally impressed with the char
acter of the coming shock, had found a
safe retreat deep down beneath the soft
and oleaginous sediment which had been
their home and wiggling place in the
days of their tadpole state
/ Many tribes of the feathcred family
not being constituted with an organiza
ton that could "look on scenes of blood
and carnage with composure,' had gone
to sunnie and more peaceful climes,
while those that remained fitted and
chirped in unconscious ignorance Of the
high tragedy about to be enacted-all,
all but the philosophical scheyghtpolk, >
native, and "to the manor born, which,
camly, like solitary sentinel, kept its
poise upon distant log, in deep con
temptation, and musing, if happily it
might see sights which would illustrate
the matchless signifcancy of its own ex-
pressive name.
The strategic chip muck rustlcd
the crisp leaves, in search of brown nuts,
which it carried to its nest like true
sutler; while over all, the sun rose in
uuclouded splendor, as if the inhabit-
ants of the seemingly innocent earth
upon which it looked and smiled, had
never been startled with
''Tales of Antres wild;
OF stories terrible
Of Anthropophgii,
| And men whose heads
| Go down between their shoulders"
All was quiet on the banks Of the
classic Thomas Fork No fry cross
famed in the sky, and nary raven tapped
its illomend wings over the serene but
deceitful reposc of the hour, when sud
denly x x x * But here we