The daily Gate City. [volume] (Keokuk, Iowa) 1855-1916, 1863-12-28

naa's bgjnado, Displayed l ed o1ooe
end clear Judgment worthy IL nene and
fame q, lllipois. In truth al the Colonies
On this ~ 1us st 70 b named with
hsa,of e1etlnontol memory, sths old
)faaAioaed Cdtdasl." who s'gallo thru
- uhiss ialbynal powder-cloud."
Indeed and indeed, s'death leves :
aiming usafk, z asd the roll Of onosss for
whom a6eif eonrades say to-day, 'dead
on the field of honor" will lend : splen-
dor to the story Of Mission Ridge forever.
OiUthed bethe 7th Ohioin mourning sad
glory, that lost thirteen Of its seventeen
.iicers. Sheridan's Division lost ct Stone
River, ssventy~two; - Ohicksmasgs.
ninety-six; while ct Nisaion Ridge, one
hu udrsd snd tweaty .sws bars sibgls and
double, leaves silver and gold and SIX
spread eagles Icy bloody and blent-the
total loss 10 the two divisions Of Wood
and Sheridan alone being twenty-three
hundred and forty-four. axa !
They cried 10 the white heat Of Wed
nesday afterDooa, f'ths rebels mass their
batteriesl They converge their FIRE J" and
yet, hkiug our divisions through and
through. the dreadful rain fell as evenly
as if it had been shed BY the clouds Of
heaven.
Spots all along that rough and terrible
mountain route are waiting some poets
breath to blossom with flowers immortal.
Here, BY this gray rock, lay the soldier,
one shoulder shattered like . piece of
po.ter's clay, and thus urged two con-
rades who had halted to bear him to the
rear "don't stop for mel am Of no &C.
count--for Gods sake, push right up
with the boys r'-and on they went and
left him weltering in his bloody vest
ments. Do ys talk Of your royal purple
or Tyrian dyes2 Beside that hero lying
there, those tints grow dull as gray Nov.
ember. Hard BY that little oak, Colonel
Harker. crowding up the hiil, saw two
brothers, one wounded unto death. the
other bending over him. The Colonel.
not seeing the fallen men, ordered the
other to move on. "But this il my
BROTHER" he plesdingly said The poor
stricken fellow on the ground rallied 40
instant eyes, that's right George 60
on. go on r George turned piteous look
upon his dying brother, gnsped his
musket and clambered on. And that Wa
bis last farewell. for, the summit reached,
be hastened back, and there, beside the
little oak, the soldier lay in that sleep
without dream. Between the first and
second ranges Of rebel y orks, right il the
flush Of the charge, Captain fell, and
two men came to his aid. "Don't val.
here" he said Ego back to your compa-
ny; one useless man is enough; don't
make it three" Just then a cheer foated
down the mountain as they took the rife.
pit. "Dont you hear thatY' he cried,
''march + and away they went
Such incidents IS these strewn all the way
from base to crest; happening in IN To-
slant, lost and forgotten in the whirlwind;
worthy, every one of them, Of q medal in
gold; worthy, every one OF them, Of .
place in loyal hearts. With such Q spirit
inspiring rank and flea spirit - lofty
as the Alpine traveller brsa.hed, whose
burden, as he went, was still "excelsior, .
who can wonder that Mission Ridge vas
carried 10 November afternoon A
think Of it all, l seem to have the poet'a
quickened ear, aud 70 me. stauding IN the
valley below, from hundreds Of lirs nov
white aud ssiil, . voice aows down the
Ridges side in grand accord:
"A voice cones like f.Iiiay star.
kxesi.in :"