Lamoille newsdealer. [volume] (Hyde Park, Vt.) 1860-1877, 1863-07-02

result from sucn phllosophy, ana very
cheering too, for, weary, wet and tired
as was, and for the first time under the
range of those huge rebel guns, l couldn't
help joining Justify in the chorus of "Old
John Brown" and Eve are going home,
to die no more" The effect of these
camp songs are truly wonderful. In the
course of an hour, however we began to
quiet down, and had come to the con-
clusion that there would be no move that
night. 1t was still raining hard, and
" dark as pocket, you could scarcely
see your hand before you,. when up comes
an officer and says: .s.. ......,.,
"Fall into linc as soon as possible, ev-
cry man." u+.,,.,
In less than ten minutes everything
was packed, and the men in line, and on
the march toward the fatal Rappahan-
mock .... ..-...,. .'...
Reader, have you any curiosity to know
the ideas that flashed across my mind al
most as rapid and vivid as the forked
light nings that darted across those black
gloomy clouds, which were pouring out
their torrents upon US ? Lest | may be-
tray weakness, or in legal phrase
"criminate myself" l will say but this! ]:
Imagine yourself in the same predica-
ment, and note your own thougts.
1t was not long before we filed to the
left. and passed through piece of woods
and to describe correctly that scene, needs
more ready pen than I WELD. 1t was
at least half mile through the woods.
We did not march, but croacded and aoa-
ded through. First, on our feet in mud
up to our knees, then down on all fours
stumbling through cutters, and running
your arms as well as legs elbow deep in
to the mud. I seriously believe there
were men who fell down twenty-five times
in passing through those woods. Finally
we reached the open fields, and | began
to fatter myself we would soon reach a
road, and have comfortable travelling.
We marched on, over hills and valleys
swamps and mud holes, till about eleven
O'Clock, when it ceased raining, and we
halted to rest. Civilians are ignroant
about war, and was stupid enough to ex-
pose my igronance by asking the Captain
who has thus far helped me along through
the mud, "why in the devil we didn't get
into road
The Captain laughed heartily and re-
marked, what never thought Of before and
perhaps you never did, reader, "that mill
tary roads are for artillery and baggage
trains not for infantry soldiers, The
movements of a great army cannot be made
in roads they would be SO strung out" P" ID
l saw the point without any great diff
ficulty, and at the end Of another hours
march, witnessed a truthful demonstra-
tion of the remark. We were now in the
vicinity Of Potomac Creek. Four miles
of the railroad had been torn up the
sleepcrs put into large piles, and the
heavens we're lighted up with the glare of
the huge fires. The clouds also began tJ
break away, and from the enimencc where
we now halted, looking in the direction of
those fires and to the right, we could see
miles Of baggage wagons and artillery.
1t was a magnificent sight, to sec that
immense train winding up over the heights
the white canvass of the wagons reflect
ing back the glare Of, the huge bon-G fires
The movements of great army ? j
have read of it in history, | have listened
to the interesting narratives of our own
brave men, and supposed | had some idea
proximating its immensely and grandeur,
but it is all as nothing compared with
that magnificent sight which the glare of
these great fires brought to view. II I'D
But on we went, and still on, nearly
all the way, through the fields as before
mentioned, till two o'clock when we reach
cd Brooks station, where we halted for
the remainder of sthe night. We had
marched twelve miles Z in five hours, two
hours Of which time we were in thor
oughly soaking rain. Wet, weary and
exhausted, we laid down beside the road,
m nj ooon ,uara q .suuipt as lambs With